words in movies
Monica: (gives her a look) Gee, I dont know Rach. Order up!! I got a Yentel soup, a James Beans, and a Howdy hold the Dowdy!
Joey: No! No! I-I can do it one more time! See? Look! (Eats another spoonful) Hmm, noodle soup. Damnit! (Storms out.)
Rachel: That was amazing. I can't even send back soup.
Phoebe: It's okay. How's the soup?
Joey: Hmm, soup. (Pause.) I mean, noodle soup. I mean soup!
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.
The Casting Director: Hmm, noodle soup.
Joey: Yeah? Well look Ross, you don't have to. Okay? It's not your fault I suck. I mean what kind of an actor can't even say, "Hmm, noodle soup." (Nods his head in disgust.)
Joey: Hmm, noodle soup.
Ross: Are you saying your kid eats soup better than my kid?
Gavin: Gavin! I brought you some soup.
[Scene: Monica and Chandler's, Chandler is reading Chicken Soup for the Soul as Monica enters.]
Monica: (picking up the book) Chicken Soup for the Soul?
Monica: We'd be eating our soup right now.
Ross: Well certain other people take two hours to eat a bowl of soup!
The Casting Director: Okay, uh well, let's try one. Whenever you guys are ready. (Some dude puts down a couple bowls of soup in front of them.)
Joey: Man, Im starving! What the hell was I thinking at dinner?! "Do you want soup or salad?" Both! Always order both!
Joey: I mean what kind of an actor, what kind of an actor cant even say, "Hmm, noodle soup?"
Rachel: Yah, I�ll have the soup and the salmon.
(Monica sets the soup down and Phoebe picks it up and licks the rim.)
Phoebe: (to Monica) Here, now I don't eat chicken, so it's just noodle soup. And there's no chicken in the broth either, so it's really just... noodle water.
Phoebe: (entering) Hi! It's me. And soup. (to Rachel) Hey, I just saw Josh, he looks so yummy in your leather jacket.
Ross: Yeah the dad and Ben eat soup and pretend to enjoy it.
Joey: Hmmm, soup! (Tries again.) Hmm soup! (Tries again, with a little caveman thrown in.) Hmm, soup!
Monica: (hands Chandler a bag) Chandler, here you go, got your traditional Thanksgiving feast, you got your tomato soup, your grilled cheese fixin's, and your family size bag of Funyuns.
Phoebe: I brought you alphabet soup.
The Casting Director: Y'know, that's-that's fine, but the line is, "Hmm, soup."
PHOEBE: Um, I'm gonna have a cup of the cucumber soup, and, um, take care.
Chandler: Oh what is it honey, you need some tea? Some soup? (He gets up from the couch and goes into the bedroom to find Monica, still in the robe, lying seductively on the bed. Or at least shes trying too and as he enters the room, she takes the robe off on of her legs.) Oh-ohhhh!