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. Geller: I'm telling you, it's a wonder your mother turned out to be the positive, life-affirming person that she is.
Mrs. Bing: Oh, you watched the show! What'd you think?
Mrs. Bing: Who's doing shots?
MRS BUFFAY: Well he left four years ago so we're expecting him back any minute now.
Mrs. Bing: She's supposed to be with you.
Mrs. Bing: What is with you tonight?
Mrs. Bing: No, it's you!
Mrs. Bing: No, really, c'mon. You're smart, you're sexy...
Mrs. Geller: You're right. We'll go with the burgundy.
Mrs. Bing: Mr. Geller.
Mrs. Geller: Mm. Unless we go with a different dress?
[Cut to Mrs. Bing on the telephone.]
MRS. GREENE: You work and you work and you work at a marriage but all he cares about is his stupid boat.
MRS. GREENE: Did you know my husband has glasses just like that?
Chandler: Mrs. Tedlock. You're looking lovely today. And may I say, that is a very flattering sleeve length on you.
Mrs. Bing: He's not a hero. ...You know who our hero is.
Mrs. Bing: You okay, kiddo?
Mrs. Bing: Yeah, any messages for room 226?
Mrs. Potter: Oh really? Well, then youd better tell his other wife, cause she called three times asking where he is.
Mrs. Geller: (to Monica) Your grandmother would have hated this.
[Scene: Mr. Geller's birthday party. Mr. and Mrs. Geller enter looking particularly refreshed. Monica follows looking rather pale.]
[knock at the door, Monica answers to see Mrs. Greene]
Mrs. Geller: Not that old crow, my mother. (They stop and she kisses Monica on the cheek.) Congratulations darling.
Mrs. Geller: Oh no, dont be silly. I just bet Id need these. (Opens the freezer to reveal )
Mrs. Geller: (To Mr. Geller) This is worse than when he married the lesbian.
Mrs. Geller: (incredulous) You dont know how that happened?! Your dog thought my diaphragm was a chew toy!
MRS GREEN: Well, not just for you.
[Scene: The Hotel, Monicas room, Mr. and Mrs. Bing are staring at each other while Phoebe looks on.]
MRS GREEN: Yes.
Mrs. Bing: Alright. (Kisses him)
Mrs. Geller: Do you know what it's like to grow up with someone who is critical of every single thing you say?
MRS. GREEN: [entering] There she is.
MRS GREEN: Oh hello, Ross.
PHOEBE: [Mrs. Adelman's voice] Oh my god. Now I've seen everything! [Phoebe's voice] Whoa, she's gone. She's gone. She's gone! Go ahead, get married. Go, go.
MRS GREEN: Look at this.
MRS GREEN: No.
MRS GREEN: No.
Mrs. Geller: I'm not sure I know what you're getting at.
MRS. GELLER: Why?
MRS. GELLER: Hi darling.
MRS. GELLER: Oh, hi Rachel.
Mrs. Green: Look at that face! Just like when you were in high school! If I didnt know better Id say you were a cheerleader in trouble. Come on, lets get some tea.
Mrs. Bing: (on TV) Oh no, I am a fabulous mom! I bought my son his first condoms.
MRS. GELLER: So, who's the mystery man?
MRS. GELLER: Well, you kids thank Dr. Burke for the ride?
PHOEBE: [Mrs. Adelman's voice] In my day, divorce was not an option.
MRS. GELLER: [they start kissing] Oh Jack stop.
MRS. GELLER: Really.
Mrs. Bing: You okay there, slugger?
MRS. GELLER: Oh?
MRS. GELLER: Well that's wonderful. . . I
MRS. GELLER: Oh please, a relationship.
Rachel: Yes, so close. Mrs. Lynch, I know that this is an emotional and difficult time, for all of us. But by any chance did Joanna send any paperwork your way before it happened.
MRS. GELLER: Sooo, Richard's shopping in the junior section.
Mike: Not possible! (they kiss, and then Mike says proudly...) She's gonna be Mrs. No Balls.
PHOEBE: [Mrs. Adelman's voice] Talk about crap. Try listening to Stella Niedman tell the story of her and Rod Steiger for the hundredth time.
MRS. GELLER: Oh, Jack look, there's that house paint commercial that cracks you up. [the Gellers return to watching TV and Ross goes over to Monica]
MRS. GELLER: She never tells us anything. Ross, did you know Monica's seeing someone?
Monica: I really like to say that Im-um (Pause) Yknow what Id really like to say? Im drunk!! (Mrs. Geller pulls the camera down.) Thats right mom and dad your little Harmonica is hammered!! (Ross grabs the camera out of his dads hands.) And guess what! Ive been drunk before! And Ive smoked a cigarette! And I got a box of Ding-Dongs hidden in my underwear drawer! Its all okay. Its okay because I turned thirty today. And, and I can do anything I want! Because I am a grown up. (Falls over sideways with Ross filming the fall.)
MRS BUFFAY: Schnoodle. Oh my God, what the hell happened to my dog?
MRS BUFFAY: What are these, stitches?
MRS BUFFAY: Yeah. Frank.
MRS. GREENE: Happy birthday sweetie.
MRS. GREENE: You thought I was Rachel?
MRS. GREENE: Well, my goodness, what was that?
MRS. GREENE: Happy birthday sweetie.
Mrs. Geller: Its nothing, its just that now your Father owes me five dollars.
MRS. GREENE: Ross, what're you doing.
MRS. GREENE: You wear bi-focals?
MRS. GELLER: Ross, whose glasses are those?
[Time lapse. The gang is sitting down for Thanksgiving dinner. Chandler is at the head of the table, Mr and Mrs Geller are to his right. Joey and Ross are to his left. Monica is serving things. Phoebe is in the living room and Rachel is at the sink.]
MRS. GREENE: Alright, Monica dear, I'm gonna hit the road. Now I've left my 10 verbs on the table. And you be sure and send me that finished poem.
MRS. GELLER: Oh, Jack.
MRS. WINEBURG: You told me you didn't see anything.
[Scene: Mrs. Verhoevens Apartment, Ross is back to inquire about the elder Verhoevens health or lack there of.]
Mrs. Geller: No, I'd be hearing about 'Why didn't I get the honey-glazed ham?', I didn't spend enough on flowers, and if I spent more she'd be saying 'Why are you wasting your money? I don't need flowers, I'm dead'.
MRS. GREENE: Hi Monica.
ROSS: Hi, Mrs. Green. [He gets up to shake her hand, but she ignores him.]
RACHEL: Oh hi, Mr. Wineburg, hi Mrs. Wineburg.
MRS. GELLER: Richard. Richard. Your son isn't seeing anyone is he?
MRS. GELLER: Oh, we were so sorry to hear about your parents splitting up, dear.
Phoebe: Mrs. Waltham. Hi. Its Phoebe again.
Mrs. Green: Well uh, I dont have a gift because I wasnt invited until the last minute, but thank you so much for bringing that to everyones attention.
Monica: Excuse me, Mrs. Burkart? Well, we're all cleaned up in the kitchen.
MRS. GELLER: You were fired? What're you gonna do?
Mrs. Geller: Honestly! Ross, this isnt just some girl you picked up in a bar and humped. A child should have a family.
MRS. GELLER: Which one? Which button, Jack.
Mrs. Geller: Oh, she just graduated, and she wants to be something in cooking, or food, or.... I don't know. Anyway, I told her you had a restaurant-
Phoebe: Oh no, it is forbidden! No-no, Mrs. Potter fires people for fooling around with clients. And its against my oath as a masseuse.
Mrs. Green: Its like youre a cave person. Rachel, you must get a nanny. You dont know how overwhelming this is going to be. I mean when you were a baby I had full time help, I had Mrs. Kay.
(Mrs. Walthams phone rings and she answers it.)
Mrs. Geller: We know how expensive weddings can be, besides this may be the only wedding we get to throw (patting Monica on the shoulder.).
MRS GREEN: Oh, am I! I just danced with a wonderfully large woman. And three other girls made eyes at me over the buffet. Oh, I'm not saying it's something I wanna pursue, but it's nice to know I have options.
MRS. GELLER: Jack, give me that. Talk to your son.
MRS. GELLER: Oh hi kids. Hi darling.
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: Dance with your father.
Mrs. Geller: Oh, maybe that's it.
Mrs. Geller: Sweetie, you think you can get in there?
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.