words in movies
Mrs. Tribbiani: I came to give you this (Gives him a bag of groceries) and this. (Whacks him round the ear)
Mrs. Tribbiani: Why did you have to fill your father's head with all that garbage about making things right? Things were fine the way they were! There's chicken in there, put it away. For God's sake, Joey, really. (She gives the sofabed a tiny push and it folds away)
Mrs. Tribbiani: Of course I knew! What did you think? Your father is no James Bond. You should've heard some of his cover stories. "I'm sleeping over at my accountant's," I mean, what is that? Please!
Mrs. Tribbiani: Do you remember how your father used to be? Always yelling, always yelling nothing made him happy, nothing made him happy, not that wood shop, not those stupid little ships in the bottle, nothing. Now he's happy! I mean, it's nice, he has a hobby.
Mrs. Tribbiani: Me? I'm fine. Look, honey, in an ideal world, there'd be no her, and your father would look like Sting. And I'll tell you something else. Ever since that poodle-stuffer came along, he's been so ashamed of himself that he's been more attentive, he's been more loving... I mean, it's like every day's our anniversary.
Mrs. Tribbiani: Well don't be, because now everything's screwed up. I just want it the way it was.
Mrs. Tribbiani: I know you did, cookie. Oh, I know you did. So tell me. Did you see her?
Mrs. Tribbiani: That's sweet. Could I take her?
(Mrs. Walthams phone rings and she answers it.)
Mrs. Geller: Oh, maybe that's it.
MRS. GELLER: Dance with your father.
Mrs. Geller: Sweetie, you think you can get in there?
MRS. GREENE: Oh well thank you. Such a gentleman. Thank you. [Chandler takes the hot pink coat and grimaces at it] Ahh, it all looks so nice, so festive, all the balloons... [Chandler, remembering that Joey and Mr. Greene are in the bedroom, throws her coat in a cupboard] The funniest thing happened to me on the way here. I was...[Joey peeks out]
Mrs. Geller: (rubbing her temples) Thats alot of information to get in in thirty seconds! Alright Joey, if wanna leave, just leave. Rachel, no you werent supposed to put beef in the trifle. It did not taste good. Phoebe, Im sorry, but I think Jacques Cousteau is dead. (Phoebe makes a sad face.) Monica, why you felt you had to hide the fact that you were in an important relationship is beyond me.
Ross: I-I heard about Mrs. Verhoeven passing away and Im so sorry for your loss.
MRS GREEN: The only man I've ever been with is your father.
Rachel: It's not! I'm defrosting a chicken. (Pause) Oh, I uh sold Mrs. Whiskerson.
[Scene: The Geller household kitchen, Monica and Phoebe are cooking for Mrs. Gellers party.]
[Scene: Monica and Rachel's apartment. Mr. and Mrs. Geller are watching tennis on TV, Monica is sitting at the table]
Mrs. Green: All right you two, Im gonna get going.
MRS GREEN: This is just so exciting. You know, I never worked. I went straight from my father's house to the sorority house to my husband's house. I am just so proud of you.
MRS. GELLER: [to Ross on the stairs] I have a wonderful idea. You should take Rachel to the prom.
MRS. GELLER: So Jack, you ever think about trading me in for a younger model?
MRS BUFFAY: Yeah well, thanks for bringing back what's left of him.
MRS. GELLER: Get a shot of Monica. Where's Monica.
Frank: Hi, Mrs. Knight.
MRS. GELLER: It seems your daughter and Richard are something of an item.
Mrs. Bing: Car's waiting downstairs, I just wanted to drop off these copies of my book for your friends. Anything you want from Lisbon?
Mrs. Green: Sweetheart I know youre gonna be terrific mom, I just think you need a little help, especially at the beginning.
Mrs. Geller: Me? I'm fine, fine. I'm glad you're here. ...What's with your hair?
Mrs. Bing: Oh honey! This is so exciting! I thought we screwed you up so bad this day would never come. Oh and just think. Soon therell be lots of little Bings. (He freaks out and loosens the tie again.)
[Mrs. Geller and Ross both enter]
[Scene: The Hospital, Mr. and Mrs. Geller are there, along with Aunt Lillian. Ross and Monica enter and everyone says hi and kisses.)
MRS. GREENE: ...the scotch and the cigarettes...
MRS GREEN: Sweetie! So this is where you work? Oh, it's wonderful! Is it a living room? Is it a restaurant? Who can tell? But I guess that's the fun.
Mrs. Burkart: All right. I'll get my bag.
Mrs. Geller: Whats this? Blue nail polish?
Mrs. Burkart: (Singing) Come on along and listen to...
Mrs. Geller: Just think about it. If you dont, Ill talk more about humping.
Rachel: Mrs. Kay! Oh yeah, she was sweet. She taught me Spanish. I actually think I remember some of it, tu madre es loca. (I think thats your mothers crazy.)
Mrs. Geller: Um-hmm.
Mrs. Geller: Yes, well I was wrong, and I have to say you really impressed me today.
MRS. GREENE: Oh, I missed you kids. Well, should I put my coat in the bedroom?
Mrs. Geller: It really was. Oh, c'mere, sweetheart. (Hugs her) Y'know, I think it might be time for you to start using night cream.
Rachel: Barry, I'm sorry... I am so sorry... I know you probably think that this is all about what I said the other day about you making love with your socks on, but it isn't... it isn't, it's about me, and I ju- (She stops talking and dials the phone.) Hi, machine cut me off again... anyway...look, look, I know that some girl is going to be incredibly lucky to become Mrs. Barry Finkel, but it isn't me, it's not me. And not that I have any idea who me is right now, but you just have to give me a chance too... (The maching cuts her off again and she redials.)
Mrs. Burkart: Oh, good. Thank you.
Mrs. Geller: No, I have faith
Phoebe: Good. (Phoebe and Mrs. Burkart go into the other room, leaving Monica with everyone staring at her.)
Mrs. Burkart: (Singing) ...the lullabye of...
Mrs. Geller: (laughs) Im not freaking out.
MRS. GREENE: Oh, you kids [she caresses his face and chest] Well, this is the best party I've been to in years.
Mrs. Green: Well then you really dont need me to live with you.
MRS. GELLER: Jack. Could you come in here for a moment? NOW!
Mrs. Potter: Mr. Simons been waiting for(sees Phoebe and Rick) Oh my God!
Rachel: So, come on, what was the big news Pete wanted to tell you Mon?! Or should I say Mrs. Monica Becker?
Mrs. Lynch: I know!
JOEY: Thanks for coming Mrs. Greene. [grabs her and kisses her to distract her. She goes limp in his arms. Mr. Greene leaves.] Well, ok, you take care.
MRS. GREENE: Oh, scotch neat. Ya know, that's Rachel's father's drink.
MRS. GELLER: Almost time for cake.
Mrs. Lynch: I notice that youve been trusted with a lot of rather important responsibilities.
MRS GREEN: I do. You didn't love Barry. And I've never seen you this happy. I look at you and I think, oh, this is what I want.
[Scene: Monica and Chandler's, Mrs. Green is telling Ross what needs to be done to baby proof his apartment.]
Mrs. Lynch: Oh my goodness! You havent heard!
MRS. GREENE: He always ridiculed my pottery classs...
Frank: Well um, I was in ah Mrs. Knights ah, I mean Alice, sorry, Alice, I always do that. I was in her ah, Home Ec class.
Mrs. Geller: I thought it was quite tasty.
Mrs. Geller: (stopping him) Dont get up Jack! The safety pins are about to blow.
MRS. GREENE: Sweetheart, you obviously have a problem. You've chosen a boyfriend exactly like your father.
Mrs. Lynch: Joanna passed away last night.
Mrs. Bing: You are gonna be fine, believe me.
Rachel: Hello, Mrs. Chatracus.
[cut to the living room where Mrs. Burkart is now performing.]
[Scene: The Bing household, Mr. and Mrs. Bing and Young Chandler are eating Thanksgiving dinner as a housekeeper serves them.]
Mrs. Geller: Can we talk to you for just a yknow Its just a little thing. Well we think its absolutely marvelous that youre having this baby out of wedlock, some of our friends are less open-minded. Which is why weve told them all that youre married.
Mrs. Bing: Oooh, c'mon, shut up, it's fun. Gimme a hug. (They both sit down) Well, I think we're ready for some tequila.
Mrs. Geller: No-no-no, that was all true. This was just in case you pulled a Monica.
[Scene: The Geller household kitchen, Mrs. Geller is cooking and Rachel, post nose job, is helping her.]
Mrs. Geller: (reaches out to fiddle with Monica's hair again, and realises) Those earrings look really lovely on you.
Mrs. Burgin: Oh, well we cut the trip short.
Mrs. Burgin: Oh, say no more!
Mrs. Bing: (To phone) Okay, thank you. (To Ross) It's the Italian Hand-Licker, isn't it.
Mrs. Potter: Phoebe, we have rules here, this isnt that kind of place.
MRS. GELLER: Thank you Richard, I appreciate the support.
MRS GREEN: I mean, this is no offense to your dad, sweetie, but I was thinking there might be more.
Mrs. Geller: Oh, dear. Jack, how do I turn this off?
Mrs. Burgin: Oh, hi, darling!
Mrs. Geller: Ahh, are you hadsome.
Monica: But it didnt. Say hello to Mrs. Chatracus.
Rachel: And I will make everyone call me Mrs. Geller!
Mrs. Geller: I'm so glad you could come Chandler, we've got plenty of food so I hope you're hungry.
Mrs. Geller: Monica! I think Rachel's here!
Mrs. Geller: Well, at least she had the chance to leave a man at the altar...
Monica: Wow. Then I would definitely not recommend Mrs. Doubtfire.
Mrs. Burgin: Maybe in L.A?
Mrs. Geller: Jack, thats what they call the subway.
Mrs. Waltham: Where?
Mrs. Geller: Oh, well, I'm so glad you brought him here then.
Mrs. Burgin: Hello. Well, Joshua, that $500 was for groceries.
Mrs. Waltham: I know, its horrible isnt it?
Mrs. Waltham: Oh, am I on the radio?
Mrs. Geller: You too sweethart!
Mrs. Waltham: Hello, Waltham Interiors.
Mrs. Geller: I just hope...
Mrs. Waltham: Oh my God, Phoebe.
Mrs. Waltham: (Throws her head back in disgust.) Why?!
Mrs. Waltham: Who is this?
Mrs. Waltham: Who?
Mrs. Waltham: Yes, Waltham interiors.