words in movies
Estelle: Theres just one thing. Do you have a problem with full frontal nudity?
Joey: Oh! Hey right! Not a problem. (He starts taking off his clothes.) I totally understand. You need to yknow make sure I dont have any horrible scars or tattoos. Dont you worry; I have nothing to hide. (He drops his pants and stands back up and looks down.) So there you go, thats me. (We cut to a camera angle looking at the casting director and movie director through Joeys legs.) One hundred percent natural! (Suddenly, theres a thud as something falls off.) (Everyone is shocked.) I tell ya, that has never happened before.
Phoebe: Oh! No problem! I (Cassie emerges from the bathroom and we once again visit slow motion Barry White background music land with the sexy hair-flipping thing going on, only this time Phoebe is entranced. For more information on Denise Richards you can visit your local library or look her up on the Internet at her official website at www.deniserichards.com.)
JOEY: No problem. Hey Chandler
Ross: (picks up a cookie) Okay, okay, see... that... that is the problem. He is too sensitive. (takes a bite from the cookie)
SUSIE: We've got a problem.
Monica: You bet your ass Im gonna fire you! Get out of my kitchen! Get out!! (Joey leaves) All right! Anybody else got a problem? How bout you Chuckles? You think this is funny now?
Joey: Oh yeah, sure, no problem, Ill justhold on one second. (He turns around and puts his hand in his pants and groans in relief.) (In a relaxed voice.) "Hey Timmy, Ive got a surprise for you!"
RUSS: I know what your problem is.
Joey: Thats it?! Even if nobody helps me I can eat that no problem. At least give me a challenge!
Ross: No problem. I cannot wait for you to meet my friends.
Judge: Now if you were two involved in a serious relationship, that really creates a problem.
JOEY: Hey no problem.
Joey: Great! Problem solved!
Director: Ah Joey. Joey Tribbiani. Listen Joey, I got a problem, I just got a call from my dance captain, he's having a relationship crisis and can't get out of Long Island.
Joey: Man! When you said it was a problem about your boss and the baby I figured it was something about maternity leave.
Phoebe: Is that a problem?
Ross: Ok ... (they leave the room, long pause) Well, uh, Joey, I guess we have no problem.
MONICA: Then what's the problem?
Ross: Filming Rachel is not something I planned. Okay look, heres what happened, and Joey you-you can back me up on this. All right, about-about a month and a half ago I came to you with a problem? Umm, a personal thing.
Rachel: God, I am so glad you dont have a problem with this, because if you did, I wouldnt even consider applying.
Chandler: (To Monica) If this is the way all the Gellers flirt, we don't have a problem.
Rachel: Well, I just lost a job, and I'd like to raise the bet five bucks. Does anybody have a problem with that?
BIG BULLY: You got a problem with that?
Rachel: Good! I'm glad it's not a problem.
(Robert looks down and realises the problem.)
JOEY: Yep, this kiss thing is defiantly a problem, Mr. Beatty wants to see it again on Monday. Man, I gotta figure out what I'm doing wrong. Oh, okay, one of you girls come over here and kiss me.
Ross: This is my son having lunch, ok? It's gonna happen a lot, so you'd better get used to it. Now if you have any problem with it, if you're uncomfortable, just ask questions. Carol's fine with it, now come on.
Rachel: (to Ross) Whats your problem?
Guy: Don't worry about it. It's not a problem.
Pete: Wait, wait, wait, wait, thats-thats what youre worried about? If thats the problem, weve got no problem.
PHOEBE: Look kibbles, bits. Oh God, alright, get the hell off my leg you yippity piece of crap. [Flings the dog off and jumps in the cab. The dog keeps jumping up to the window.] Ok, alright, we have a problem.
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.
Ross: Listen, if you ever have any problem with the ladies you know Ill help you out.
Phoebe: Wow, its like a dirty math problem.
ROSS: You, you know I, I don't, have a- have a problem with that.
Rachel: Okay. (She tilts her head back and squeezes the eyedropper. The only problem is, it's not over her eye.)
Eric: No wait! Theres only a problem when I look at you. (Sits down on the couch.) Oh I got it! I got it. (Puts his hands to his eyes.)
Monica: Yeah. That-that was the problem.
Ross: (on the phone) Hello? (Listens.) No she cant come to the phone right now. (Listens.) Oh, right no problem. Okay, bye-bye. (Hangs up.)
Joey: Well this is noodle soup and uh, I've been working with tomato. But that's okay, no problem. No problem. Hmm, noodle soup.
Ross: Hey. So I uh, I didn't get that apartment. Some problem with my application.
(They get inside and notice on small problem.)
Ross: Good! Me neither! So its not a problem. Were just two friends who happen to be roommates.
Ross: Thats no problem.
Chandler: Great, because my shoes are giving me a little problem on the dance floor, can I borrow the boots from your costume?
Ross: But having a dove place the ring on your finger wouldve been no problem?
[Time Lapse, the babies are finally asleep. Good for Phoebe! The only problem is, Monicas apartment looks like a tornado, a hurricane, a swarm of locusts, fire, brimstone, hail, and giant man-eating, radioactive ants have torn the place apart. Needless to say, its messy enough to cause Monica to die of shock right away. Parents with small children know what Im talking about.]
Phoebe: Oh, did the little rich boy have a problem with the butler? Yes, mine's worse!
Joey: Oh, c'mon, I mean, there's you, then there's Charlie, and it's like... (sighs) What the hell is my problem? OH! (He falls back on the bed)
Rachel: It's the woman from the hospital admissions office. She says there's a problem with the form. Oh, god, oh god...
FBOB: I think you may have a drinking problem.
JOEY: Then I don't know what it is. What's the problem?
MRS. GREENE: Sweetheart, you obviously have a problem. You've chosen a boyfriend exactly like your father.
Chandler: Okay, no problem, just remember to wake us up before you go-go.
Chandler: You know, I may be way out on a limb here, but do you, do you, have a problem with Janice?
Chandler: Oh no problem, maybe Ill play with my left hand.
JOEY: Yeah, there's just one thing that might be kind've a problem. See, I, uh, had to kiss this guy.
Ross: Thanks for the help, problem solved. (Wipes his hands.)
Rachel: Sure, you know what? Come on, well just tell them that there was like a problem with like the "engine".
Rachel: (interrupting) And thats Im so glad theres no problem.
Ross: I had a problem.
Phoebe: Umm, well I had a similar problem when I lived in Prague.
Joey: Not a problem.
Ross: What kind of problem?
Monica: (getting up) All right, Im gonna go to work. Does anybody have a problem with that?
CHANDLER: Monica, will you stop? This is nuts. Do you know how long it's gonna be before you actually have to deal with this problem? I mean, you don't even have a boyfriend yet. Joey, she does not look fat.
Joey: Oh yeah, no problem.
Caitlin: Oh, is there a problem?
The Casting Director: Is there a problem?
Chandler: Ah, y'see, perfect might be a problem. Had you said 'co-dependent', or 'self-destructive'...
Ross: Yeah, no problem. (Tries to turn it off.)
[Scene: The apartment in the listing, the guys are checking it out. There's one problem though, it's roughly the size of this computer screen. As they enter Joey lets out a whistle.]
Ross: No problem.
CHANDLER: Oh, I'm fine about my problem now, by the way.
Chandler: Is that a problem?
Chandler: See that is the problem with invisible dentists.
Ross: Oh, yeah, that would be me, um, I have, I have a problem I-I tip way too much, way, way, too much, its a sickness really.
Joey: Maybe thats the problem.
Joey: (interrupting) Hey! Chef Geller! Yknow that little speech you made the other day? Well I got a problem with it!
Ross: Yeah-yeah I uh, I have a uh, a guy problem.
Monica: The only problem!
MONICA: They want me to do it, which is really cool, seeing as I've never catered before, and I really need the money, and this isn't a problem for you, is it?
Paul: So Ross, what your problem?
Ross: Eh, no problem.
Rachel: (To Joey) No need!! Problem solved, we are powering through (At which point she grabs his hand and pulls him back to their apartment).
Chandler: Okay, a little problem. The key broke in the lock and I cant get in!
JOEY: [walks out of his room] Hey, this is ridiculous. I'll tell you what. After I get back from my neice's christening, I'll go down to the coffee house with you and we'll all have a nice cup of coffee alright. No problem, Joey's there.
Phoebe: Well yeah, that and Chandlers problem.
Monica: Wow! Play that message for Emily and this whole problem goes away!
Ross: No, not a problem.
Phoebe: It's, I mean, it's nothing, I'm fine. It's my friends. They-they have a liking problem with you. In that, um, they don't.
Joey: Sure, no problem. (Sees something.) OohHey, donuts!
Monica: Yeah Joey shes Rachels got this really big work problem, and it is a head scratcher. Wow! (To Chandler) Yknow what, if were gonna make dinner were gonna have to leave. Yeah. (She and Chandler exit.)
Joey: Okay, I know it sounds crazy, but I think it might work. Yknow? The only problem is, Carls acting is (Does the international hand symbol for so-so.)
Monica: Oh, okay. No problem.
Rachel: Umm, Im sorry. Do you-do you have a problem with me?
Ross: Yknow what? I-I-I I-I have had enough of this! Yknow, I-I-I care a great deal about your daughter and I have treated her with nothing but respect! So if-if youve got a problem with me, frankly
Joey: All right, uh, weve got a little bit of a problem here. These people are my friends; you cant treat them that way.
Monica: Well then we still have a problem.
Joey: (To Ross) Problem solved.
Ross: Okay, Im sorry, this is insane! I-I-Im not addicted to heroin, Im not gay, and there is no problem with my ability to consummate anything! Look, Ill consummate this marriage right here, right now!
Rachel: That is not a problem.