words in movies
(Rachel enters with Paolo, speaking Italian. Ross looks annoyed)
Rachel: Honey, you can say it, Poconos, Poconos, it's like Poc-o-nos (touching Paolo's nose with forefinger with each syllable)
(Camera pans to Rachel, Monica, and Phoebe in the kitchen)
Rachel: Yes, my sister's giving us her place for the weekend.
Rachel: I know...
(Camera pans back to Rachel)
Rachel: I mean, we are way past the fling thing, I mean, I am feeling things that I've only read about in Danielle Steele books, you know? I mean, when I'm with him, I'm totally, totally...
Rachel: (to Ross) I can't believe you don't want to know. I mean, I couldn't not know, I mean, if, if the doctor knows, and Carol knows, and Susan knows....
Rachel: Pheebs!
Rachel: Oh, right, that's me!
(Rachel runs over)
Rachel: "Ooo," what?
(Rachel walks away)
[Scene: Monica and Rachel's, Rachel folding and packing clothes in suitcases as Phoebe enters.]
Rachel: Hi Pheebs!
Rachel: No, these aren't all my suitcases. (picks up small blue suitcase and shows to Phoebe) This one's Paolo's.
Phoebe: Um, um, Rachel can we talk for a sec?
Rachel: Well, sure...just a sec, though, 'cause Paolo's on his way over.
Rachel: Oh, Pheebs, Pheebs...
Phoebe: Ok, um, (clears throat) we haven't known each other for that long a time, and, um, there are three things that you should know about me. One, my friends are the most important thing in my life, two, I never lie, and three, I make the best oatmeal raisin cookies in the world. (Phoebe opens a tin and offers Rachel a cookie)
Rachel: (taking cookie) Ok, thanks Pheebs (takes bite of cookie, overwhelmed) Oh my God, why have I never tasted these before?!
Rachel: All right, well, you're right, these are the best oatmeal cookies I've ever had.
Rachel: I guess you don't.
(Rachel looks stunned)
[Scene: Monica and Rachel's, Rachel is recovering from the shock.]
Rachel: I need some milk.
Phoebe: Ok, I've got milk (takes thermos from her bag and starts to pour a cup) Here you go... (Rachel drinks straight from thermos) Oh!(Rachel finishes thermos) Better?
Rachel: No...oh, I feel so stupid! Oh, I think about the other day with you guys and I was all "Oh, Paolo, he's so great, he makes me feel so..." Oh, God, I'm so embarrassed!
Rachel: Pheebs, if I had never met him this never would have happened!
Rachel and Phoebe: I'm so sorry! No I'm sorry! No I'm sorry! No I'm sorry!
Rachel: I don't know...right, he's the pig!
Rachel: Oh, God, he's such a pig,
Rachel: He's like a big disgusting...
Rachel: ...pig...pig man!
Rachel: (voice wavers) Oh, but he was my pig man...how did I not see this?
Phoebe: (raises hand) Oh! I know! (Rachel startled) It's because... he's gorgeous, and he's charming, and when he looks at you...
Rachel: Ok, Ok, Pheebs...
Rachel: Oh, God...
Rachel: No, no, trust, me, it's, it's, it's much better that I know. Uh, I just liked it better before it was better...
(Phoebe scoots her chair over to Rachel and hugs her)
Joey: Yes, now is when you swoop! You gotta make sure that when Paolo walks out of there, the first guy Rachel sees is you, She's gotta know that you're everything he's not! You're like, like the anti-Paolo!
[Scene: Monica and Rachel's Balcony, Rachel is throwing Paolo's clothes over the side.]
Monica: Don't stare. Now she just finished throwing his clothes off the balcony, now there's just a lot of gesturing and arm-waving, (shows Rachel gesturing with hands in front of her chest), Ok, that is either, "How could you?" or, "Enormous breasts!" Here he comes!
Monica: Paolo, I really hate you for what you did to Rachel, (hands him a lasagna) but I still have five of these, so heat it at 375 until the cheese bubbles.
Phoebe: Oh, just look at her... (girls move toward Rachel on the balcony)
Rachel: Hey.
Rachel: Ooh, I've been better...
Ross: Come here. (he hugs Rachel) Listen, you deserve so much better than him...you know, I mean, you, you, you should be with a guy who knows what he has when he has you.
Rachel: Oh, Ross...
Rachel: I am so sick of guys. I don't want to look at another guy, I don't want to think about another guy, I don't even want to be near another guy. (Ross crosses arms)
Rachel: Oh Ross, you're so great!
[Cut to inside the apartment, Rachel and Ross are entering.]
Rachel: Oh...
Rachel: ...medium...hmm...any cookies left?
Rachel: No. I just need to be by myself for a while, you know? I just got to figure out what I want
Rachel: No, I know, I know, and I'm sure your little boy is not going to grow up to be one.
Rachel: What?
Rachel: Uh...no. No, no, in fact, you're not having a boy.
Rachel: Okay get your coat! (They get their coats and start to leave. Rachel suddenly stops and sticks the hand up the back of her shirt.) Oh! When did you unhook this? (Her bra.) Nice work!
Rachel: Hi!
Rachel: I think he's across the hall.
RACHEL: Oh, God, oh, God, I mean it's just so.
Rachel: All right, come on, lets go get your coat.
Rachel: Well, Im sorry, I thought you needed them!
[Cut to Monica and Rachels apartment, all are there.]
Rachel: Why?!
Rachel: You like me?
Rachel: But .
Rachel: Okay.
Rachel: Im so sorry.
Ross: No, a car backfired, but (Rachel suddenly calms down) I thought somebody was taking a shot at me. And Rach, I I survived! And I was filled with this-this great respect for life. Y'know? I-I want to experience every moment. I want to seize every opportunity. I-I am seeing everything so-so clearly now.
Rachel: Okay. Okay, we'll be here! Hating you! Did you see how he was sweating when he walked out of there? Listen honey, if I'm hogging the ball too much you just jump right in there and take a couple punches because I'm telling you, this feels great.
Rachel: Care for a cherry?
Rachel: Yeah.
Rachel: I cant believe Mark didnt call. Its Sunday night, and he didnt call.
Rachel: Hey.
Rachel: Hey! Oh Joey, honey listen, thank you for talking to my yesterday about that thing with my boss. That really meant a lot.
Rachel: You seem to really like her.
(Rachel and Elizabeth go upstairs. Paul starts for the car, but notices his luggage is still out and decides to take in into the bedroom.)
Rachel: Sit!
Rachel: Theyre not true?
Rachel: Oh.
Rachel: Oh! Oh, I love that but.
Rachel: Well, Joshuas coming in tomorrow and since I dont have the guts to ask him out, Im going to sell him a coat and put this note in the pocket.
Rachel: Im so happy and not at all jealous.
Rachel: Hey! Out of all of us, who do you think is gonna get married next?
Rachel: Gimme a Y!
Ross: (in his head) Oh my God! That's Rachel naked! I can't look at that! I am looking at this. (Looks back at his book.) Okay, vivid colors, expressive brush strokesUnless she wants me to be looking at that. She knows I'm home. She knows I can see her. What kind of game is she playing? I think maybe someone's lonely tonight. Oh-ho, Dr. Geller! Stop it! You're being silly! Or, am I?
Monica: (on the phone) Hi, who's this? (Listens) Hi, Joanne. Is Rachel working? It's Monica. (Listens) Yes, I know I did a horrible thing. (Listens) Joanne, it's not as simple as all that, ok? (Listens) No, I don't care what Steve thinks. (Listens) Hi, Steve.
Rachel: Oh wow! This is so cool.
Ross: Well, I don't know what else to do. I mean, I either keep my wife and lose one of my-my-my best friends or I keep my friend and get divorced the second time before I'm 30! So-so if anyone has-has a better suggestion, let's hear it! 'Cause I-I got nothing! All right, don't be shy, any suggestion will do. (There are none.) Okay then. Here we go. Magic 8 Ball, should I never see Rachel again? (He turns it over and reads the answer) Ask again later. Later is not good enough. (He shakes it up again and reads the answer.) Ask again later. What the hell! This is broken! It-it is broken!
Rachel: Well, so, are-are you sure that there are three?!
Rachel: Oh, but of course it is!
[Scene: Monica and Rachels, Joey is entering]
Rachel: Oh my gosh, Joshua!
Rachel: Yes!
Rachel: Gimme an L!
(Rachel starts to leave.)
Rachel: What? What are you talking about?! You-you're the one who's been telling me to get over Ross and move on. I'm moving on, and you're moving on with me. Come on, give me one good reason why you don't wanna go.
Rachel: Honey, maybe we should take you to a doctor.
Rachel: Hey!
Rachel: And a crappy New Year.
Chandler: Look, I just dont think Monica and I are ready to get married yet! Yknow? I mean, I love her and everything but seeing Ross and Rachel coming out of that chapel was like a, like a wake-up call that Monica and I are moving so fast. Yknow? And, how do I tell her without crushing her?
Rachel: Well, what-what cha got there?
Rachel: Hey!
Rachel: Well Thats yknowThatsWeve been alone for the last twenty minutes were doing okay. Besides yknow what? I-IMaybe we wont be alone, cause lately I-Ithings have been happening between me and Ross, yknow? Right before I went into labor, we-we had this kiss. Yknow? So it might be the the beginning of something.
Rachel: Okay.
Rachel: Well, I
Monica: Okay, Rachel, you wanna put the marshmellows in concentric circles.
Rachel: Well, well I can up with it!
[Scene: Airport. Madonna's Take A Bow plays in the background as Rachel waits at the gate with flowers.]
Rachel: Oh my God... What.. What are you guys doing here?
Rachel: (blushing) Oh, what a line. (walks towards the drinks table with her back towards Chandler and whispers "Oh my God!")
Rachel: What if I clean your bathroom for a month?
RACHEL: Oh, yeah, well hey, welcome to our sauna.
Rachel: Yeah. Sure. (Joey nods his head questioningly and Rachel nods no.)
Rachel: Go-go-go-go, come on! (Ross goes over to the counte) (to Chandler) So uh, what did you find out?
Rachel: Sure Pheebs, you know, that's what it's there for, emergencies and pretend agents.
RACHEL: OK, I'm doin' it for ya.
Rachel: Oh, Phoebe! Come on! You know what, it's already three o'clock and they haven't even gotten to Emma's group yet. We gotta go, we got dinner!
Rachel: What am I making him by the way?
Rachel: I am feeling nothing. Speaking of hot, watching you do that really makes me want to have sex with you.
(Rachel goes look for Joey. She sees him and Charlie kissing passionately.)
Rachel: Okay, but Ross, eventually you and I are gonna be dating.
Rachel: Hello, Mrs. Chatracus.
Rachel: Well, I tried, but then he had a shampoo related emergency. So I guess now it's your turn again.
Rachel: You want me to just quit my job so that you can feel like youve got a girlfriend?
Rachel: Oh, its just an anti-theft device.
Rachel: Well, I... you know, I-I-I don't know what to say... I mean, I never thought of you as a guy who needed his men to be men. You know, 'cause I gotta tell you Ross, it not like you just came in from branding cattle.
Rachel: Yeah, sure, okay. Okay.
Ross: Well I dont know, but how-how great would that be huh? You living in my building. I could help take care of the baby. I can come over whenever I want. (Rachel looks at him.) With your permission.
Rachel: Oh.
[Cut back to Rachels date.]
Rachel: Your parents?
Rachel: Yeah that works.
Rachel: Oh! Get over it soldier, we've gotta do this! (She pulls him towards her and throws him onto the barcalounger) Ok. Aha! You like that huh?
Rachel: Ohh.
Rachel: I ah Oh! Ill squeeze you fresh orange juice every morning!
Ross: Yeah, well you never have the time. I mean, I dont feel like I even have a girlfriend anymore, Rachel.
Rachel: Whoa-whoa, theres two living rooms? God, growing up here, this place mustve been a real babe magnet.
Rachel: Ah.
Rachel: I mean why, of all people would you want to go out with Chip?!
Rachel: Hi you!
Rachel: When?! After the birth of our first secret child?! (To All) Ross didnt get the annulment; we are still married.
Joshua: Uhh, Rachel, my parents
Rachel: Yes!
Rachel: Hello.
Rachel: Yes.
[Rachel gets up and opens the door, yelling after him.]
Rachel: So?
Monica: Uh, huh. (to Ross) Or maybe to a galaxy far, far away. (Rachel, Monica, and Phoebe leave)
Rachel: Shes totally right! When we were together, you got all freaked out about Mark and there was nothing going on.
Rachel: Huh.
Rachel: Absolutely! Absolutely!
Joey: Well, there was that one time that Monica and Rachel got together.
Rachel: Monica, you dont even have a bed, you sleep in a ball on the floor!
Rachel: Im sorry. Im so sorry.
Joey: (to Rachel) I bet I stopped listening before you did.