words in movies
PHOE: Ok, all right. We want to hear everything. Monica, get the wine and unplug the phone. Rachel, does this end well or do we need to get tissues?
PHOE: Oh.
PHOE: Ok, all right, let's hear about the kiss. Was it like, was it like a soft brush against your lips? Or was it like a, you know, a "I gotta have you now" kind of thing?
PHOE: Ok, so, ok, was he holding you? Or was his hand like on your back?
PHOE/MNCA: Ohhhh.
PHOE: Wow. What are you gonna use it for?
PHOE: Hey, oh, so, um...how'd you make out last night?
PHOE: Oh, well, actually.
PHOE: Ok, all right.
PHOE: Ok, um, hi, hello, hi, ok, so, um, this is a song about a love triangle between three people that I made up. Um, it's called, um, "Two of Them Kissed Last Night".
PHOE: [singing] There was a girl, we'll call her Betty, and a guy let's call him Neil. Now I can't stress this point too strongly, this story isn't real. Now our Neil must decide, who will be the girl that he casts aside. Will Betty be the one who he loves truly? Or will it be the one who we'll call Ju...Loolie? He must decide, he must decide, even though I made him up, he must decide!
PHOE: It's not, it's not very Thanksgiving-y.
PHOE: What makes it pilgrim?
PHOE: Hey.
PHOE: No offense, but that sounds nothing like her.
PHOE: Oh, oh sweet Lord! This is what evil must taste like!
PHOE: I... I cannot believe Ross even made this list. What a dinkus.
PHOE: What?
PHOE: What were you thinking?
PHOE: Yeah, by the way, good luck in your next life as a dung beetle.
PHOE: Yeah. Oh, OOOH, yeah, you know, did you notice how he always starts his stories with, um, OK, 'I was soooo wasted,' or, 'Oh, we were soooo bombed,' or, ummm, ooh, ooh, 'So I wake up, and I'm in this dumpster in Connecticut.'
PHOE: No, whad'ya mean? He's not British.
ROSS: Hey, Rach, you know what? I think, I think I know what'll make you feel better. How 'bout you make a list about me. RACHEL: Wha... forget it Ross, no, I am not gonna stand here and make a list of. . . ROSS: C'mon Rachel. RACHEL: OK, you're whiney, you are, you're obsessive, you are insecure, you're, you're gutless, you know, you don't ever, you don't just sort of seize the day, you know. You like me for what, a year, you didn't do anything about it. And, uh, oh, you wear too much of that gel in your hair. ROSS: See there, you uhh, alright, ya, you did what I said. RACHEL: Yeah, and you know what? You're right, I do feel better, thank you Ross. [she walks off and Ross puts his hand to his hair] [Scene: Back at Phoebe's. She is on the phone] PHOEBE: Yeah, um, in Albany, can I have the number of Frank Buffay. . . OK, um, in Ithica. . . alright, um, Saratoga. . . Oneonta. Alright, you know what, you shouldn't call youself information. [hangs up] [Phoebe's grandmother enters] GRANDMOTHER: Hey. PHOEBE: Hello grandma, if that is in fact your real name. GRANDMOTHER: C'mon now Phoe, don't still be mad at me. How's it going? PHOEBE: Well, not so good. Upstate's pretty big, he's pretty small, you do the math. GRANDMOTHER: Well, I think you're better off without him. Oh honey, I know he's your daddy but, but to me he's still the irresponsible creep who knocked up your mom and stole her Gremlin. PHOEBE: No I just, just wanted to know who he was, ya know. GRANDMOTHER: I know. OK, I wasn't completely honest with you when I told you that, uh, I didn't know exactly where he lived. PHOEBE: Whattaya mean? GRANDMOTHER: He lives at 74 Laurel Drive in Middletown. If you hit the Dairy Queen, you've gone too far. You can take my cab. PHOEBE: Wow. Thank you. GRANDMOTHER: Now, remember, nobody else drives that cab. PHOEBE: Uh-huh, got it. Ooh, I'm gonna see my dad. Wish me luck, Grandpa! [blows a kiss to a picture of Einstein]
PHOE: Alright, don't say that. He's probably always been dull. You just, you know, set it free.
PHOE: Oh, um, it was nice. Took him to a romantic restraunt, ordered champagne, nice.
PHOE: Nope. Zilch, nothin', uh-uh.
PHOE: How come you're watching a rabbi play electric guitar?
PHOE: Cabin of loooooovvvvve.
PHOE: Yay me.
GRANDMOTHER: Hi, Phoe.
PHOE: And we did.
PHOE: Are... are you OK?
PHOE: Oh, no.
PHOE: Two.
PHOE: Fun Bobby is so great.
PHOE: Um, cake.
PHOE: It's not that bad.
PHOE: Hey Rach, what time do you get off? We're all gonna do something tonight.
PHOE: [sad] Ooohh, why?
PHOE: Hey.
PHOE: Well, yeah, but... no. I mean, umm... doesn't.... doesn't Russ just remind you of someone?
PHOE: Rachel? Um, hi.
PHOE: You don't see it? You actually don't see it?
PHOE: Oh, my, oh!
PHOE: I, OK....
PHOE: You're right, you're right. Ah, you are so yumm. [they hug]
PHOE: So... and?
PHOE: Bye.
PHOE: Hey Joey.
PHOE: That is funny.
PHOE: Hi.
PHOE: No, not wieght... y'know, more like insulation.
PHOE: [looks at Russ] Oh, yeah! No, no, no, no, oh, oh.
PHOE: What's with all the bottles of liquor?
PHOE: But you guys came so close.
PHOE: OK, so, you know what you're doing, right?
PHOE: Oh, we were just trying to make Joey feel better.
PHOE: OK, noone is named Sleeve.
PHOE: No, I felt it on my hip. You could tell.
PHOE: Why Scott doesn't want to sleep with me. It's 'cause I'm not sexy enough.
PHOE: So, I figured it out.
PHOE: Hey, Julie! Hey, how are you doing?
PHOE: [seeing Ross kissing Julie outside the window] Ooh, oh, Rachel, don't look.
PHOE: Well, I finally took your advice and asked him what was going on.
PHOE: Half full of looooovvvvve.
PHOE: Oh, well, we have to celebrate. You know what we should do? We should do, like, a soap opera theme.
PHOE: No, you are not, you are very attractive. You know what, I go through the exact same thing. Every time I put on a little weight, I start questioning everyting.
PHOE: Really? That's so sweet. I mean, I'm officially offended but, sweet.
PHOE: Oohh, um, no, I don't think that's the problem. 'Cause we went, um, dancing the other night and the way he held me so close, and the way he was looking into my eyes I just like... definitely felt something.
PHOE: OK honey, you're dating Ross.
PHOE: Um-hum.
PHOE: [comes back to couch, with cake] Sooo, what's goin' on, huh?
PHOE: Oh I do, it's.... it's Bob Saget. She hates him.
PHOE: OK. [reading] The only thing worse than the mindless, adolescent direction...
PHOE: He said that, um, he understands how sex can be like, a very emotional thing for a woman and he was just afraid that I was gonna get all, y'know, like, 'ohh, is he gonna call me the next day' and, y'know, 'where is this going' and, ya know, blah-la-la-la-la. So he said he wanted to hold off until he was prepared to be really serious.
PHOE: So, Scott asked me to come over for lunch today and I did.
PHOE: Your boobs are fine. Look, I never should have said anything. Come here. Come here. [hugs Chandler but holds her hands apart behind his back] Oh, can't make.... hands... meet....
PHOE: OK, OK, don't get all squinky.
PHOE: Ohh, ohh, Lorne Green?
PHOE: Yeah, so I said, "OK, relax please," y'know, I mean, sex can be just about two people right there in the moment, y'know, it's, if he wants to see me again he can call and if not, that's fine too. So after a looooot of talking. . . I convinced him.
PHOE: Although, you know what? You might want to consider wearing underwear next time. Yeah, cause when you sat down on your throne you could kind of see your... royal subject.
PHOE: Look, I, y'know, I don't mind taking it slow, I like him a lot, y'know he's really interesting and he's really sweet and why won't he give it up?
PHOE: Russ is Ross. Russ... Ross!