words in movies
Joey: Oh hey, no, you're not welcome. Okay, look, I hate this! You guys keep embarrassing me! (To Monica) Yesterday, Rachel found your razor in our bathroom and I didn't know what to say, so I said it was mine and-and that I was playing a woman in a play. And one thing led to another and (He puts his leg on the chair and pulls up his pants leg to reveal that he now has shaved legs.)
PHOEBE: But, but this is my gig. This is where I play. My, my name is written out there in chalk. You know, you can't just erase chalk.
Joey: I play Al Pacino's butt. All right? He goes into the shower, and then- I'm his butt. Monica: (trying not to laugh) Oh my God. Joey: C'mon, you guys. This is a real movie, and Al Pacino's in it, and that's big! Chandler: Oh no, it's terrific, it's- it's- y'know, you deserve this, after all your years of struggling, you've finally been able to crack your way into show business. Joey: Okay, okay, fine! Make jokes, I don't care! This is a big break for me! Ross: You're right, you're right, it is.
Rachel: Well, I was gonna let you play with it.
Chandler: Could I play?
Phoebe: (shes strumming something) Yeah? (Joey nods yes.) Okay, I think Ill play it at the wedding.
Phoebe: You dont play the oboe!
Ross: My dad wanted to know if you wanted to play racquetball with us.
Monica: Phoebe! You're sick, you shouldn't play. You should just go home, get in bed, and stay there.
Chandler: Well, sure, but can you play it on a plane? (pats his Travel Scrabble game)
Kate: No, thats not it. So, youre a soap actor? Well this must be pretty exciting for you to be in a real play, hmm?
Ross: (Watching Marcel play with Phoebe. To Chandler) Look at him. I'm not saying he has to spend the whole evening with me, but at least check in.
Ross: Thats right! Thats right, dont you play a woman?
Phoebe: Ooh! How was Kathys play?
(Phoebe gets up and goes to play, Ross goes over and sits down next to Monica and Rachel.)
[Scene: Chandler and Eddie's apartment. Chandler is at the foosball table trying to get Phoebe to play a game with him.]
Monica: Y'know what, this is obviously some kind of twisted joke she's trying to play on him.
Ross: I guess he musta gotten the part in that play.
Monica: I used to love to play restaurant.
Ross: Oh, I uh, hope you don't mind, I kinda uh, jazzed it up a little. Check this out. (He plays the greeting, and We Will Rock You starts to play and Ross's voice comes over it.) We will, we will, call you back!
PHOEBE: Oh, I would love to have kids. . . you're, you're the, you're, me play the songs that I will write for them.
Chandler: We heard you play all the way from your apartment!
Joey's Hand Twin: Are you gonna play?
Ross: All right then. (Gets up, in an announcers voice) Rachel Green! Lets play Bamboozled! (Reading from a note card.) How do you test the temperature of the babys bath water?
Monica: That other play?
Chandler: We have heard you play.
Rachel: Uhh, because Im trying to play hard to get. Oh, quick hes looking over here, say something funny.
Phoebe: That play?
Ross: Come on thats not fair! I mean you havent even heard me play!
Chandler: Seriously? Seriously, no! You can play your own age which is 31!
Chandler: And those guys were this (Doing the standard "This Close" gesture) close to lettin us play this time too.
(They quickly take their places and Here Comes the Bride Begins to play. Everyone seated looks back. Emily is being escorted up the aisle by her father. She kisses him on the cheek and takes her place by Rosss side.)
PHOEBE: OK. [they kiss] OK, alrighty, let's play some tunes. Hi everybody, I'm Phoebe
All you want is a dingle, What you envy's a schwang, A thing through which you can tinkle, Or play with, or simply let hang...
Monica: My dad told me. They play golf together.
(Ross pushes play.)
Joey: (thinking he's kidding) Ok, Ross! It's... It's fun, yeah! No, I-I play Doctor Drake Ramoray.
Phoebe: Yeah, oh Im sorry, it must be really hard to hear! I tell ya, its a lot easier having three babies play Bringing in the Noise, Bringing in da Funk on your bladder! Im so sick of being pregnant! The only happiness I get is from a cup of coffee, which of course is decaf, causeOh! Im pregnant!
Joey: I have an audition for this play and for some of it I have to speak French. Which, according to my résumé, I'm fluent in.
Rachel: Yeah, I mean, you should play in public!
Rachel: Okay, so lets play for some pepper! Stop spending my money!
Monica: So, did you play in college? (She points to his NYU Soccer (football for the rest of the world) sweatshirt he's wearing.)
Ross: No, youve heard my practice. Okay? Just-just give me a chance to perform for you and then decide whatever you want. And Im not going to tell you what song Im gonna play either. But uh, lets just say when its over Ill bet there will be a we bit o celebration.
Ross: See but, Pheebs that-that is the exact opposite intent of my music. Yknow my music is-is meant to inspire, and if it bothers you this much, then I I wont play anymore.
Chandler: Okay, uh, how about, how aboutyknow what? We could play a new game. A new game, its fun.
Rachel: Okay. (Pushes play.) Okay, thats him! Thats him! Thats Cujo! Thats Cujo!
Chandler: Why do you want to play this game so bad?
Chandler: (interrupting him) We didnt play it!!
Ross: You know, Barracuda was the first song I learned to play on the keyboard.
CHAN: Waitress. Got it. You guys wanna play Doom? Or we could keep doing this. What else?
Joey: Wow! Cool! (He takes the guitar, stands up, and goes to play a note. However, while strumming it, he knocks it out of his hands and it bounces off the table and lands on the floor. Phoebe just stares at the guitar.)
Phoebe: Although he does play with himself in his sleep.
Chandler: So uh, man, are you gonna go to the play with me tonight?
Joey: (announcer voice to the camera) Lets play Bamboozled!
Phoebe: Lets try something else, lets play a game.
Joey: (announcer voice) All right! Lets play Bamboozled!
Doug: So thanks for the warm welcome. Its good to have you guys on my team, and I come to play. I hope you do too. Now, lets go out there and get em! Huh? And remember, there is no I in team.
All you want is a dingle, What you envy's a schwang, A thing through which you can tinkle, Or play with, or simply let hang...
Phoebe: Shocking! Lets play the game of who can stay quiet the longest. (Giggles)
Ross: Okay, first of all, I dont play with cheaters, and second of all, you know I had swollen glands!!
Joey: Look, Ross, really its-its no big deal. Yknow you wear a white coat, I wear a blue blazer, if that means we cant be friends at work, then so be it. Yknow, hey I understand. Yknow? Hey, when Im in a play and youre in the audience, I dont talk to you, right? So its yknow, its uh, its cool. Ill see you tomorrow. (Leaves)
Monica: (comes over) O-kay, so you wanna play it that way, do you?
Phoebe: Oh, can I play too? Ive never played football, like ever.
Joey: (to the camera) Hello, Im Joey Tribbiani! Lets play Bamboozled! Erin, you get the first question! In hockey, who is known as The Great One?
ROSS: Okay.� (They sit.)� So, um, Phoebe tells me you, ah, you play piano.
All: Hey! You're in a play! I didn't know you could dance! You had a beard!
Claudia: My kid's in a play right now.
Phoebe: Wait-wait-wait-wait! So, explain something to me though, if, if nobody tagged Rachel, then isnt the play still going.
Phoebe: Please, dont play the music. Just uh one more. LIVE FROM NEW YORK! ITS SATURDAY NIGHT!!
Ross: Oh! (Does a laugh/groan.) Listen umm, I, I just stopped by to see if you wanted to see this play tonight. Umm, its supposed to be excellent. The director is the same
Monica: Alright, you know, we got it, we got it. Let's play for real. High stakes... big bucks...
Joey: Oh this is great! I might actually get to play Ben's dad!
Chandler: Okay, lets play my game now.
Monica: Oh, play them!
Joey: Look, my agent hooked me up with six tickets to a great play.
Rachel: Oh, that's why you got these tickets to that play, to get rid of us??
Chandler: I could fall asleep at a play.
Phoebe: Yeah, what is that? Like, some kind of guy thing? Like, some kind of sexist guy thing? Like it's poker, so only guys can play?
Rachel: Oh, hey, I have an idea. Why don't we play rock-paper-scissors, and whoever loses goes in first. (they all agree) Ready? (they do the rock-paper-scissor thing with they hands and Rachel has paper, Phoebe and Ross both have rock, while Joey is doing a strange upward wiggling with his fingers. They all look a him confused).
Chandler: Yes. Yes, there is, they play on Sundays and Monday nights.
Joey: Alright now listen, you guys, we talked about it, and if you don't want to play, we completely understand.
Mike: I'll play ya!
Janine: (entering from her room) Monica! Chandler! Im really-really sorry about tonight. I dont know if Joey told you; I just couldnt get out of going to this play. Im sorry. Have a great time.
Chandler: Because I'm gonna play for ya.
Mike: You're ready to play?
(they continue to play ping pong and then Mike scores, winning the game)
Phoebe: Im sorry, but I just wrote the best dance song for your wedding. Check this out. (Gets ready to play.)
[Scene: The playground. Ross put Emma on the swing and they’re ready to play]
Monica:: Ok (sits down next to him) This is how much I love you. (She presses play then puts her arm around Chandler's neck.)
Ross: (trying to act manly in front of Janine) No I dont want to play video games, Joey!
Chandler: Ok, here we go! (he pushes the play button)
(Monica and Mike start to play ping pong. Mike scores)
Chandler: Oh yeah! Okay, lets play again. (He deals out two cards each again.) What do you got?
(Chandler prepares to play)
Monica: Phoebe, it's not what you wear. It's sort of your songs... I just don't think you should play at the restaurant anymore.
TERRY: F.Y.I.. I've decided to pay a professional musician to play in here on Sunday afternoons. Her name is Stephanie... something. She's supposed to be very good.
Joey: Oh, so we didn't win, but it's fun to play the game, right?
Joey: Well, so, will you help me? I really wanna be in this play.
Rachel: Well, y'know, if-if kids like to play with Capri pants.
Ross: I'm sorry, man. Hey, y'know what you should do? You should make something happen for yourself. Y'know, like-like write a play. Write a movie! Huh? I mean, what about those Good Will Hunting guys?
Monica: You know what? This is not over. We will play you again, and we will win, and you will lose, and you will beg, and we will laugh, and we will take every last dime you have, and you will hate yourselves forever.