words in movies
ROSS: Yeah but Phoebs, what about the end?
RACHEL: Hey Phoebs, whatcha got there?
RICHARD: Hey Phoebs, what's happening?
ALL: Sorry Phoebs.
Ross: Phoebs, It's open! It's open!
Ross: No. No, uh, Phoebs? You can'tyou can't do...
GANG: Phoebs. [Phoebe leaves]
Ross: So, Phoebs owes $7.50, Monica, you owe $10, and Rachel, you owe fifteen big ones.
JOEY: Phoebs, what's goin' on?
CHANDLER: OK, Phoebs, your turn.
JOEY: Phoebs, that's OK. You took a big step today.
CHAN: OK, look, that is one guy's opinion, alright. Phoebs, read yours.
RACH: Hey Phoebs, how'd it go with Scott last night?
JOEY: Gotcha. Phoebs, walk with me.
ROSS: Hey, Phoebs, how'd it go.
DUNCAN: Um, now. Phoebs.
RACHEL: OK, Phoebs. But what about you?
RACHEL: Great set tonight Phoebs.
RACH: No, Phoebs. I'm dating Russ.
RICHARD: Oh, thank you Phoebs. That's very sweet.
RACHEL: Hey Phoebs. Oh hey, how's the dog?
CHAN: [to Phoebe] Listen, Phoebs, this is gonna be OK. [introducing Russ and Ross] Ross, Russ. Russ, Ross.
CHANDLER: Nah, Phoebs, that's the guy that comes in the frame.
JOEY: Good luck Phoebs.
JOEY: Phoebs look, if you want to know what the deal is, you're just gonna have to ask him.
CHANDLER: Hey Phoebs, can I have the milk after you?
CHANDLER: Ya know Phoebs, don't feel so bad for 'em. After they're done playing, I break out the little plastic women and everybody has a pretty good time.
ROSS: No no, you're uh, you're my lobster. See um, lobsters, uhh, in the tank when, when they're old, uhh, they get with, uhh, they walk around holding the claws. In the tank, ya know, with, with the holding and. . . Uhh, Phoebs you wanna help me out with the, the whole lobster thing?
JOEY: Hey Phoebs, if you want, I'll do it.
CHAN: No, no, Phoebs. You know why? Cause he's dead.
JOEY: All right Phoebs, way to go.
JOEY: Phoebs, check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out.
JOEY: Uh, listen Phoebs, I know you're not goin' in there but do you think it'd be alright if I went in and used his bathroom? Oh, that's fine, never mind. Cool, snow, kinda like a blank canvas.
JOEY: This is unbelievable Phoebs, how can you be married?
Monica: Hey, Phoebs
MONICA: Really Phoebs? Because, you know, you'd have to be an actual waitress. This can't be like your 'I can be a bear cub' thing.
CHANDLER: Phoebs, let me ask you something, were, were these, uh, funny brownies?
JOEY: Hey Phoebs.
Chandler: Well, you know Phoebs. I don't know if it's your kinda thing, because it involves a lot of being normal. For a large portion of the day.
Chandler: OK Phoebs, how many do you want?
CHANDLER: Phoebs, play with meeee.
JOEY: Phoebs, he's just a little dog. [turns back to the car window and the dog is halfway through it.] Ahhh.