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: C'mon, you guys, what're we gonna do, what're we gonna do?
[Scene: Monica and Chandler's, Rachel enters and walks quickly over to the window to watch Rosss apartment. We see that Rosss apartment is empty.]
Rachel: Why?
Rachel: Wow... Wow!
Jill: All right, Im leaving! Because Im not going to spend one more day with someone whose out to sabotage my every move. Thats you Rachel!
Rachel: Oh, if I only want two kids, can I keep him for another year?
Rachel: Ross, my father doesnt hate you.
Rachel: Dont worry I promise that you will only have to be pregnant for a few more hours, cause Im going to tell the father today.
Leslie: (looking around) Rachel?
Rachel: No, not that, I mean, what about you and Mindy?
(Pause as Rachel realises...)
Rachel: What?!
Rachel: Are you serious?! Chandler, we ate an entire cheesecake two days ago and you want more?
(Rachel glares at him.)
Rachel: Oh great! Suddenly she sounds like a biblical whore.
(Rachel enters.)
Rachel: Oh, do I?
Rachel: (in a low voice) We ended up having sex in his chair.
Rachel: Oh, she wants to see me tomorrow...Oh, she sounded really weird, I gotta call Barry... (Does so, on phone) Hi, it's me, I just.. Mindy!! Mindy! Hi! No, I figured that's where you'd be!
Rachel: Get down?
(Rachel enters from her room.)
Rachel: (looks at Monica) (to him) Do you want my pickle?
Rachel: Right, I'll see you guys later...
Rachel: Oh, let me see! (grabs picture) Oh, God, is he just the sweetest thing? You must just want to kiss him all over!
Rachel: God how long do you think thats gonna last?
Rachel: Okay, Ill see you back at home, if I ever get a flight out of here.
Rachel: Sure we should... So.
Rachel: Hey, you.... So, what's up?
Rachel: Mindy.
Rachel: Anastassakis/Papasifakis wedding, excellent! {Its a good thing Jennifer Aniston is Greek, because she had to pronounce those names. Luckily for me, they were written on a sign.}(The happy couple emerges.) Congratulations. (To the best man and maid of honor) Mazel Tov! (The rabbi emerges.) Hi! Oh, great hat. (Hes wearing an interesting hat and she takes him over to talk.) Listen umm, I need you to perform another wedding. Can you do that?
Rachel: (draws back) Really. Mindy, if it'll make you feel any better, when I was engaged to him he went through a whole weird thing too.
Rachel: Oh sure it is!
Rachel: I know, I know, I'm sorry-
Rachel: Okay.
Rachel: Was that all you wanted to ask me?
Rachel: Uh... Oh, Mindy, you are so stupid. Oh, we are both so stupid.
Rachel: What?
Rachel: (Looking at the television) Cool... "Urkel" in Spanish is "Urkel."
Rachel: No! No, I am not getting in a car with Ross, we will just have to live here!
Rachel: What? What's what you were afraid of?
Rachel: Oh no, I cant. I got a date.
Rachel: Oh, I am so sorry.
Rachel: Yeah! You and that girl from that copy place, which yesterday you took full responsibility for!!
[Scene: The Mr. Bowmont, its Joeys second lesson with Rachel as the resident sailing expert.]
Rachel: Hey. Got a second?
Rachel: Cat! What'm I saying? Cat!
Rachel: Uh, we are here to break up with you.
Rachel: Oh God.
[Scene: Monica and Rachel's, Monica and Rachel are there.]
Rachel: Yeah.
Rachel: Um, what- what would make you think that?
Rachel: (on tape) Ross did I ever tell you about the time that I went backpacking through Western Europe?
Rachel: You don't know?!
Rachel: Oh no, not in my room! I'll get him.
Rachel: Oh, Monica. You are not still going over that thing.
Rachel: What?
Rachel: (Yawning) Nooo...
Rachel: Hey.
Rachel: Yeah, we found them. There were in the guest room closet behind some coats.
Rachel: What does she mean?
Rachel: Wow. (she exhales in amazement, blowing the candle out)
Ross: Hey Emma. Oh, why is she wearing her hat so low? She can barely see. (Wants to take the hat off, but Rachel tries to stop him).
Rachel: She could be you.
Rachel: That's good enough. Right? (Pause.) Okay, well umm, I'm gonna go look at my books!
Rachel: What? You just click when they click.
[Scene: Tattoo parlor. Rachel is showing Phoebe her tattoo.]
Rachel: Well, the first time didn't really count... I mean, y'know, 's'Barry.
Rachel: Nice? They were nice. I mean, that's it? I mean, mittens are nice.
Rachel: (picks up the phone and calls Ross) Oh, be home, be home, be home, be home, be home, be home. Be home. Be home, be home, be home. Oh, youre not home.
[Scene: Joey and Rachel's, Joey is coming back from work to find Phoebe, Rachel, and someone else with her back turned is there.]
[Scene: Central Perk, Ross, Rachel, and Phoebe are there. Ross has an icepack to his head.]
Rachel: Oh it... good! Yeah, but I'm not gonna hear from that for a couple of days.
Rachel: I dont. But I would still like to be acknowledged. What? Just because Im pregnant you think Im invisible.
Rachel: Oh thank you! (Wiping her nose.) Oh God! (She throws it out.) Can I have another one?
Rachel: Well, I mean, do you think you can ever have both? Y'know? Someone who's like, who's like your best friend, but then also can make your toes curl?
Rachel: No.
Rachel: (laughs) You know what?
Rachel: No, forget it.
[Scene: Central Perk, Rachel, Phoebe, Joey, Ross, and Monica are all there as Chandler enters wearing glasses.]
Rachel: There were times when it wasn't even me.
(Monica stares at Rachel)
Rachel: Okay fine! Ill-Ill just tell her its an antique apothecary table, she doesnt have to know where it came from. Oh! Look at this little drawers! Oh look-look it says that it holds 300 CDs.
Rachel: Ethan called again.
Rachel: Yeah, but that just means that he was falling asleep on top of her instead of me.
Rachel: Where are you going?
Ross: (To Rachel) Hey, do you have any gum?
Rachel: True story.
Emily: (interrupting him) As long as you don't see Rachel anymore.
Rachel: Yeah, you got like 14 hours until she has to be at the airport, and youre sitting here in the hallway with a 28-year-old cheerleader with a fat lip.
Rachel: You are. Well, um... We, we, we were just... Wow!
Rachel: Ross?
Rachel: What?
Rachel: What?
Rachel: Ross?
Rachel: No, that's ok, let's me just get my check book!
Rachel: Oh, Monica! Would you stop being such a wuss?
Rachel: Rossy, Rossy.
Rachel: Oh no? Pheebs? Monica? Do I know anything about babies?
Rachel: What, it's ok when Chandler does it?
Rachel: Mommas Little Bakery, Chicago, Illinois. (They exit with the cheesecake.)