words in movies
Monica: (on phone) Hello? (Listens) Yeah, hi! Mrs. Tribbiani? (Listens) Hi, this is Monica Geller. (Listens) Yeah Im just calling to say that Chandler and I uh, really hope you can make it to the wedding. Yeah, apparently a bunch of invitations that we sent werent delivered. Umm, I guess there was some screw up at the damn post office! (Joey nods his approval.) (Listens) T-Tell me about it! (Listens) Yeah, yeah, the US Post Office? No, more like US lost office! (Listens) What are they Irish?! (Joey gives her a thumbs up.)
Mrs. Geller: (To Chandler) Youve done a wonderful job with this party Chandler. Everything looks so lovely.
Mrs. Geller: Speech! Come on Monica!
(Joey walks away and Mr. and Mrs. Geller walk up. Mr. Geller is wearing this ancient velvet tuxedo.)
[the guys form a wall between Mrs Geller and Mr Geller and dance across the hall as he walks across]
MRS. GELLER: Oh, dear. Jack, how do I turn this off?
Rachel: (gasps) Its still there! (The cheesecake they returned to Mrs. Braverman is still lying in front of her door.)
Mrs. Green: I know, my daughters told me about it when they received their impromptu invitations a month ago.
Phoebe: Yeah, youre right. Hows the Mrs.?
[Scene: Rachels office, she is coming in for the day carrying a picture for her new office. Mrs. Lynch is coming out of Joannas office, carrying a box.]
MRS. GREENE: I think I saw Rachel out in the hall.
Chandler: Mr. and Mrs. Bing! (Walks away.)
Mrs. Bing: Chandler!
(Mr. and Mrs. Geller start to walk away.)
Mrs. Geller: You could kick anyones ass you want too.
Mrs. Geller: Jack!
Mrs. Bing: Charles.
[Cut to Mr. and Mrs. Geller talking to Ross.]
Mrs. Geller: Yeah, the list thatof people were allowed to sleep
Mrs. Bing: Well, its a funny story.
Monica: Mrs. Bing? Here, these are my parents umm, Judy and Jack Geller.
Mrs. Bing: Honey, it isnt good luck.
Mrs. Bing: Oh look at you! So handsome!
Chandler: Mrs. Braverman must be out. (They move closer to it.)
Mrs. Geller: (shaking her hand) Its lovely to meet you.
Mrs. Green: Plus, what are you planning on doing with the baby while youre trotting out to the garbage ten times a day?
Mrs. Verhoeven's Daughter: Are you close with her?
Frank: (entering with his fianc�e Alice, who is obviously much, much older than he is) Hey! Hey! This is ah, my fianc�e, Mrs. Knight. (he points out Phoebe to her)
Mrs. Waltham: Well, if youre on e of Rosss best friends, why arent you here?
MRS. GELLER: Ahh, are you hadsome.
Mrs. Verhoeven's Daughter: She didnt pass.
Mrs. Verhoeven's Daughter: My mothers still alive.
Mrs. Verhoeven's Daughter: Its not looking good.
Mrs. Verhoeven's Daughter: Thats so sweet. (Takes the flowers.) Would you like to come in and say good-bye? Im sure it would mean a lot to her.
MRS GREEN: If you didn't pour the coffee, no one would have anything to drink.
Mrs. Geller: (To Monica) And you knew about this?!
Mrs. Verhoeven's Daughter: No, shes hanging in there.
Mrs. Geller: Rachel's coming up the path. Doesn't she look pretty. Jack... (Rachel enters with a huge nose)
Monica: Well you-you did start that rumor about Ross making out with Mrs. Altman, our 50-year-old librarian.
Bandleader: Thank you very much! Ladies and gentlemen, it gives me great pleasure to introduce to you for the very first time, Mr. and Mrs. Chandler Bing!
Monica: Just a minute! (To Chandler) Thats Mrs. Tribbiani!
Mr. and Mrs. Geller: Hi
Ross: Actually, it kinda is. My wife won't return my calls. I don't know where my wife is. (Laughs) "Hey Ross, where's the Mrs.?" Don't know!
Mrs. Bing: As I recall when we got married, I saw the groom in the wedding dress.
Mrs. Verhoeven's Daughter: Yes?
MRS. WINEBURG: Well it's wonderful to have you up and about, again, dear.
Mrs. Geller: Jack?
Mrs. Geller: Thanks for going along with this.
Mrs. Geller: Oh, well Richard raved about the food at his party, of course you were sleeping with him. Then I heard the food at that lesbian wedding was very nice, I assume you werent sleeping with anybody there. Though, at least that would be something. (Leaves)
Mrs. Green: Oh, hello Monica.
Mrs. Geller: Ross, why dont you give us your toast now?
Mrs. Geller: (crying) Oh Ross
Mrs. Green: Well all right. Ill see you at four.
Mrs. Green: Such a sweet woman.
[Cut to Rachel and Mrs. Green.]
Mrs. Green: Oh Rachel!
Mrs. Green: Of course I am!
(Mrs. Green goes into the kitchen and Rachel follows her.)
Mrs. Green: Oh look.
Mrs. Green: No dear, thats what babies do.
Mrs. Green: Well Rachel needs help with the baby.
Mrs. Green: Youre gonna be a great father.
Mrs. Green: Oh youre gonna do that ten times a day?
Mrs. Green: With another woman. Have you no control Ross?
Mrs. Green: No. Sweetie, youre gonna be fine. (Starts to get up.)
Cashier: Do you uh, want these things delivered Mr. and Mrs. Geller?
Mrs. Geller: (entering) Am I interrupting?
Mrs. Green: Im going to the bathroom.
Mrs. Geller: (Looking around at the chapel.) Oh my God! Its like a fairyland.
Mrs. Geller: Thank you Monica that was uh, interesting. Wasnt it interesting, Jack?
(Mrs. Geller leaves as Ross re-enters the room.)
Mrs. Geller: Oh hi dear!
Mrs. Green: Darling, thats a breast pump!
Mrs. Green: Well, I kinda did. Me. Eight weeks of me.
(Rachel and Mrs. Geller enter.)
Mrs. Geller: Youre not going to say anything? On our 35th wedding anniversary
Monica: So whenever youre ready to apologize to me, I will forgive you. Good day! (Monica and Phoebe reenter the apartment and Monica closes the door on a stunned Mrs. Green.) I cant feel my legs!
Mrs. Geller: Just hear me out!
Mrs. Verhoeven's Daughter: It looked like we were gonna lose her this morning, but shes a tough old bird.
Mrs. Green: I just had the greatest idea! Im gonna come live with you!
[Scene: The Gellers' kitchen. Monica, Mrs. Geller and one of Mrs. Geller's friends are preparing the cake.]
Ross: Okay, look, how is this gonna affect you? Really? I mean you fill some form out once and a while and instead of checking the box that says Ms you check the box that says Mrs.! Its right next to it!
Mrs. Geller: The sexy blonde behind the counter. (She waves at Gunther who waves back.)
Mrs. Geller: Oh I wish youre grandmother had lived to see this.
Mrs. Green: Oh my look at that. Only three weeks to go, now have you picked your nanny yet? Now I dont want you to use your housekeeper cause it would just split her focus.
Mrs. Geller: Sweetheart. Oh sorry were late, my fault, I insisted on riding the tube.
Mrs. Verhoeven's Daughter: Well, her memory is pretty much gone.
MRS. GELLER: Over here Jack. OK. I see, Rachel's coming up the path. Oh doesn't she look pretty. Jack, get this. [Rachel enters with a huge nose]
Mrs. Bing: Oh yes, Dennis is directing a new Broadway show.
Rachel: Chandler, this is not addressed to you. This is addressed to Mrs. Braverman downstairs. (Gasping) Thief.
Brenda: Mrs. Bing, this tile cleaner is incredible! Whered you get it?
Mrs. Bing: Dont you have a little too much penis to be wearing a dress like that?
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.
[Scene: Bloomingdales, Rachel is meeting with Mr. Posner, Mrs. Lynch, and Joanna the hiring committee.]
Monica: It is going to be okay! (Mrs. Green glances over her shoulder and glares at Monica while she heads for the bathroom.) It was worth a shot.
[Scene: The Hallway, Ross comes out and hugs Mrs. Geller.]
Phoebe: All right, let's see, call me mrs Hannigan.
MRS. GELLER: I have no idea. Did you know Richard has a twinkie in the city?
Monica: Okay! I will! Mrs. Green? Mrs. Green! (She ignores Monica and Monica follows her out into the hall with Phoebe in tow.) It is rude to leave a party without saying good-bye to the host! Yeah, and-and also when someone apologizes to you the decent thing to do is to accept it! Now what I did to you, it wasnt on purpose! But what youre during to me now is just plain spiteful!
Monica: Oh, I'm sorry, mrs Hannigan.
Mrs. Geller: Oh honey, come on, have a sense of humour, youve never been able to laugh at yourself.