words in movies
Paolo: (something Italian)
Rachel: (entering with Paolo, arm in arm) Everybody, this is Paolo. Paolo, I want you to meet my friends. This is Monica.
Paolo: (something in Italian)
Paolo: (pointing at game) Monopoly!
Ross: (jealous) So, um... where did Paolo come from?
Phoebe: Ah! Well! There you go! Last to know again! And I'm guessing... since nobody told me... this is Paolo.
Rachel: Ah, Paolo, this is Phoebe.
Paolo: (something in Italian, he is apparently attracted to Phoebe)
[Scene: Monica and Rachel's, Rachel and Paolo are at the window. Ross and Joey are watching disgustedly.]
Paolo: (something romantic in Italian about Rachel and the stars)
Ross: (mocking Paolo) Blah blah blah, blah blah blah... blah blaaaaaah....
(Rachel walks away from Paolo, laughing.)
[Cut to the other side of the apartment, Ross has gone over to straighten things out with Paolo.]
Ross: Paolo. Hi.
Paolo: Ross!
(Ross notices that Paolo is standing on a step, which makes him taller. Ross gets up on the same step so he can look down at Paolo.)
Paolo: Thing?
Paolo: Ah, you... have the sex?
Paolo: Bed?
Paolo: Oh!
Paolo: Si.
Paolo: Poco... a leetle.
Paolo: No.
(The lights come back on, and Rachel and Paolo are making out. Ross clutches his chest.)
Rachel: Pheebs, I can't believe he hasn't kissed you yet. I mean God, by my sixth date with Paolo, I mean he had already named both my breasts! ...Ooh. Did I just share too much?
(She and Paolo walk a little way down the hall)
RACHEL: Oh honey, are you jealous of Paolo? Oh, c'mon, I'm so much happier with you than I ever was with him.
Ross: Paolo, I-I just want to tell you and I think I speak for everyone when I say... (shuts door in his face and walks away)
Ross: I was really upset about Rachel and Paolo, and I think I had too much tequila, and Nora- um, Mrs. Mom- your Bing- was just being nice, y'know, and- But nothing happened, nothing- Ask Joey, Joey, uh, came in-
RACHEL: Ok, uh, Billy Dreskin, Pete Carney, Barry, and uh, oh, Paolo.
Paolo: Ah! Nora Bing!
RACHEL: Ross, Ross, please listen to me. Ross, you are so much better for me than Paolo ever was. I mean you care about me, you're loving, you make me laugh.
Rachel: Well, for your information, Paolo is gonna be in Rome this New Year, so I'll be just as pathetic as the rest of you.
Paolo: Bona sera.
Phoebe: Oh yeah, I'm sure. (Flashback resumes with Phoebe doing a voiceover.) And all of a sudden his hands weren't the problem anymore. (Flashback continues: Paolo rolls over, Phoebe looks down, then quickly looks up, bites lip, shakes her head)
RACHEL: Oh please. That Paolo thing was barely a relationship. All it really was was just, ya know, meaningless animal sex. Ok, ya know, that sounded soooo much better in my head.
Joey: Yes, now is when you swoop! You gotta make sure that when Paolo walks out of there, the first guy Rachel sees is you, She's gotta know that you're everything he's not! You're like, like the anti-Paolo!
Phoebe: Well, he came in for a massage, and everything was fine until. (A flashback starts Paolo, lying on massage table, moving his hands up Phoebe's legs.)
Paolo: Uh, I am, uh, being naked?
Mrs. Bing: No. Because I know how to write men that women fall in love with. Believe me, I cannot sell a Paolo. People will not turn three hundred twenty-five pages for a Paolo. C'mon, the guy's a secondary character, a, y'know, complication you eventually kill off.
Monica: Oh my gosh! Rachel, honey.. are you okay? Where-where's Paolo?
Phoebe: Paolo made a pass at me.
RACHEL: Ok, Ross, try to hear me. Ok, I, hey, I'm not gonna lie to you. Ok, it was good with Paolo.
Phoebe: Oh, Paolo, hi, what are you doing here?
Paolo: Ciao, bela.
Phoebe's Assistant: Oh, here comes your 3:00. I don't mean to sound unprofessional, but, yum (walks out, Paolo enters)
Monica: Paolo, I really hate you for what you did to Rachel, (hands him a lasagna) but I still have five of these, so heat it at 375 until the cheese bubbles.
Ross: Uh, no, no, see, because not...not all guys are going to be a Paolo.
(Paolo speaks Italian)
(Rachel opens the door to Paolo)
Chandler: I can't believe it. Paolo kissed my mom?
Phoebe: All right, you know Paolo?
Paolo: No, that's cold, that's cold, that's...
(Rachel enters with Paolo, speaking Italian. Ross looks annoyed)
Paolo: Uh, I am, uh, to say good-bye.
Paolo: Uh, Racquela tell me you massage, eh?
Paolo: Grazie.
Paolo: Buon Giorno, Bella Phoebe!
Rachel: Yes. Paolo sent them from Italy.
Joey, Chandler, and Ross: (sitting in living room, imitating Paolo) Mma, Mma, Mmaah
(Monica and Rachel's door opens and Rachel and Paolo emerge)
Paolo: Ah, poke (Paolo touches Rachel's nose) a (touches nose again) nose, mmm (they rub noses, then kisses her)
(The flashback resumes with Paolo grabbing her butt.)
RACHEL: God, Ross, look, what you and I have is special, all Paolo and I ever had was...
Monica: Hello? Hello? Oh! Rachel, it's Paolo calling from Rome.
(Rachel feeds something to Paolo. He eats it and licks her hand)
Rachel: Oh, I don't know. I guess it's not about no guys, it's about the right guy, y'know? I mean, with Barry, it was safe and it was easy, but there was no heat. With Paolo, that's all there was, was heat! And it was just this raw, animal, sexual...
Rachel: No...oh, I feel so stupid! Oh, I think about the other day with you guys and I was all "Oh, Paolo, he's so great, he makes me feel so..." Oh, God, I'm so embarrassed!
(Paolo enters. Ross, Phoebe, and Monica scatter)
(Enter Rachel and Paolo. They are both somewhat flustered)
Rachel: Oh no! My new Paolo shoes!
Chandler: Nothing for you, you have Paolo. You don't have to face the horrible pressures of this holiday: desperate scramble to find anything with lips just so you can have someone to kiss when the ball drops!! Man, I'm talking loud!