words in movies
Monica: (sees someone) Paul!
Joey: Yes, its in my In in my pocket. (Paul hasnt dropped him yet.) (Chandler starts to reach for his front pocket.) My back pocket! My back pocket!
Paul: No, unfortunately Lizzies mom passed away shortly after she was born. I raised her by myself.
Paul: Ross. You and I are going to have to have a little talk.
Rachel: Thats-thats great! See? I already feel like I know you a little better! Thank you. Okay, come on. Now we can go eat. Lets go. (Gets up to leave, but Paul doesnt move.)
PHOEBE: Paul.
Paul: Ill call the university and tell them about your relationship and have you fired.
Paul: (whispering) Okay. (Starts for the car.)
Paul: Neither of us like Ross!
Paul: Ill be right back. (He goes to get the ice.)
Chandler: No. How are ya Paul? (Starts to look for his credit card.)
Paul: Cant complain.
Paul: (standing in front of a mirror and to himself) Just relax. Just relax Paul, youre doing great. (Ross moves a piece of luggage over so he can watch Paul.) She likes you. She Maybe, she likes you. She likes you. Yknow why? Because youre a (pause) neat guy. (Ross cant believe what hes hearing.) You are the man. You are (pause) the man! (He opens his shirt and looks at his chest.) I still got it. Nice and sexy. Youre just a love machine. (Starts singing) Im just a love machine and I wont work for nobody but you! Hey bab-y! (Flexes and grunts loudly.) Showtime. (Starts to leave and starts singing.) Im just a love machine, yeah ba-by! (Grunts again and Ross is stunned.)
Paul: Oh Rachel, Im so sorry. I didnt mean to overwhelm you. Its just that, when those gates open, you (Starts to breakdown.) Hard to close em. But they are closed now. Believe me.
Paul: I know, I know, I'm such an idiot. I guess I should have caught on when she started going to the dentist four and five times a week. I mean, how clean can teeth get?
Rachel: All right Paul, Im not asking for a lot here. Okay? Just give me something. Anything!
Paul: Well, this is fun. So Ross, did you kill any of these wives?
(Rachel and Elizabeth go upstairs. Paul starts for the car, but notices his luggage is still out and decides to take in into the bedroom.)
Paul: So Ross was in college and decided to jump at the chance to take a young girl to her high school prom.
Ross: (normal voice) No, go on! It's Paul the Wine Guy!
Paul: (laughing) That's one way! Me, I- I went for the watch.
Paul: (entering) Here you go honey! (Rachel kicks Ross back under the couch.)
Paul: I wanted a big wheel. And instead my parents got me this little plastic chicken that you hop around on. It was embarrassing; kids made fun of me. That was a pretty tough year.
Paul: Wow. What can I say? (Pause, pointing at Ross) This doesnt make me like you any better!
Paul: Okay. Ill give you one chance to change my mind. (Ross laughs in relief) You got one minute. (Ross suddenly gets worried.)
Paul: Im thinking that you are looking really fine it that dress.
Paul: Yeah. But then I changed my mind. Im funny like that. So I told Lizzie, now Im telling you, I dont want you seeing my daughter anymore.
Paul: Hey! I have so much more to tell ya, Ive written it all down!
Paul: Well yeah, it usually, it takes two people to (He taps his index fingers together.)
Paul: Im so happy that youre here.
Paul: And in fifth grade I got into a fight. Well, it wasnt really a fight. Richard Darinvel bit me on the nose and, and I feel down. I still have a little scare right here (points to it) you can see it.
Paul: So Ross, what your problem?
Rachel: Yeah. Yeah, I-I-I see the scare. Listen, Paul, I think this is really great that-that yknow, you shared your feelings. Its really, its beautiful, but umm, what do you say we go share some food?
Paul: Okay.
Paul: Im Irish.
Ross: It-its great to meet you Paul.
Paul: Well, we were very young when we had her.
Paul: She passed away.
Paul: Im already here.
Paul: Thanks for your help. (Starts to leave.)
Paul: Just call me Paul.
Rachel: (chasing after him) Oh, wait! Sorry, Mr. Paul? Mr. Paul?
Paul: Yes I did.
Paul: I get that a lot.
Paul: No.
Paul: Hi Ross.
Paul: You two were married?!
Paul: You have a son?
Paul: How to make the next one even shorter?
Paul: Then we agree?
Paul: Are you yelling at me?!
Paul: Yes it does.
Paul: How did you know we were here?
Paul: Okay.
Rachel: I came with Paul!
[Scene: Central Perk, Rachel is there alone as Paul enters.]
Paul: Why are you yelling?
Paul: What do you need from the car?
Paul: So Lizzie, are-are-are you planning on staying the night?
[Scene: Pauls Bedroom, Elizabeth is entering.]
Paul: Ross!
Paul: Youre next!!
Paul: Ross, let me show you where the guest room is.
Phoebe: So how are things going with Paul?
Paul: (To Ross) Hey!
Paul: (whispering) Come on.
Rachel: Okay. (Gets up and starts to leave with Paul.)
Paul: Are you talking about having sex?
Paul: Okay.
Paul: Oh, I couldnt eat now.
Paul: Chicken? (Pointing to himself.) Chicken boy!
[Scene: Joey and Rachel's, Paul is still crying as Chandler enters.]
Paul: Rachel?
Paul: Hey Chandler?
Paul: That was so good. (Starts crying again.)
Paul: I would really like that. (They kiss.)
Paul: Oh, here they are right here. (Picks them up from underneath the corner of the couch.)
Paul: No, let me explain! Fired!!
Paul: Hi Phoebe.
Phoebe: Hi Paul!
Paul: (To Rachel) How are you?
Paul: Good to see you too!
Paul: Ross!
Paul: It was fine.
Paul: Nope.
Paul: Normal.
Paul: Okay.
Paul: When I was six years old.
Paul: It was horrible. They called me chicken boy.
Paul: Would you .Would you hug me?
Paul: Five more seconds.
[Scene: Joey and Rachel's, Paul and Rachel are getting ready to go out. Paul is entering from the bathroom.]
Ross: Okay, okay. Uh, well uh, Rachel is going to need to yell sweet nothings (Paul enters) in his ear.
[Scene: Rachels Bedroom, Paul and Rachel are recovering.]
Paul: I know. I like it up here.
Paul: I dont like you going out with my daughter Ross.
Paul: (entering) Hi honey.
Paul: I usually prefer Elizabeths boyfriends to address me as Mr. Stevens.
Ross: Okay, please-please Paul, just let me explain
Paul: Fine! Two minutes. Go.
Paul: Thats exactly what my dad used to say! (Starts to breakdown again.)