words in movies
Joey: Hey! Dont you hang up on me! Ill marry you and me right now! I have the power!
Rachel: (looking thoughtful) Ok, that's true. That's true, we can do this. You're right, you're right, we can do this. We're just gonna power through!
Ross: All right here. Watch me execute the three Ps of championship play. Power. (swings the racquet) Precision. (swings the racquet.) and penache. (does a backswing and hits Sarah whos started up the stairs, knocking her down, they both watch in horror.)
Joey: Listen, the next time you talk to him, can you ask him which one the strongest Power Ranger is?
Phoebe: And-and a power tie?
[Scene: ATM vestibule, the power has come back on.]
(They all cross they're arms like the Power Rangers do)
(She starts pushing the power button on the remote, but it's not facing the TV so it doesn't work.)
Phoebe: You could get arrested, right now! (Flashes the badge and they glare at her.) All right, yeah, I gotta take it back. I'm totally drunk with power. (She heads for the door just as Joey enters.)
Phoebe: Oh No, I did that for someone once and I'm not comfortable having that kind of power and control over someone's life.
Monica: (Putting down her phone) Well, the club lost it's power.
PHOEBE: Oh yes. Oh and, the part about how they're always like drinking from out pool of inner power, but God forbid we should take a sip.
Monica: Y'know in a weird way, you have too much power. Look, youre gonna have to help me out here, cause I only have three.
Chandler: Will power? I�ve watch home movies of you eating ding-dongs (?) without taking the tin foil off.
Rachel: Mmm-hmmm. Oh, so typical. Ooo, I'm a man. Ooo, I have a penis. Ooo, I have to win money to exert my power over women. (hands over her money)
Rachel: No, there's a party. There's a party. But the power, that is still up for grabs. You follow me?
Phoebe: (awed) You have the power to do that?
Monica: So what? Don�t you have any will power?
RACHEL: Yeah you like totally let him wash his feet in the pool of your inner power.
Phoebe: (singing) New York City has no power, and the milk is getting sour. But to me it is not scary, 'cause I stay away from dairy.... la la la, la la, la la... (she writes the lyrics down)
Joey: Yes ma'am, ready to Power through!
Joey: Power saw kinda got away from me there.
Monica: (into phone) Pants and a sweater? Why, mom? Who am I gonna meet in a blackout? Power company guys? Eligible looters? Could we talk about this later? OK. (hangs up)