words in movies
Chandler: Dude! That's my girlfriend!
Ross: Really? That's great!
Joey: That's great. Listen, wouldn't it be great though if I got to play Ben's dad?
Kim: Oh don't be sorry, that's part of your job here to give your opinions and then I take credit for them--I'm kidding.
Monica: All right, that's a little sketch of the cake, umm some sample menus, umm y'know what I thought we would start out with Tuscan style finger food, and for music, here's an alphabetized list of all my CDs! I've highlighted the ones that would go really good with the food.
Rachel: Oh that's okay.
Kim: Oh that's great! You are the best!
Ross: No, we-we're gonna be like best friends, that's why it's gonna be weird.
Ross: Seriously that's a lot of cups.
Phoebe: Yeah well, that's 'cause Monica put me in charge of cups and ice, and Monica is gonna rue the day that she put me in charge of cups and ice.
Joey: That's it? You're-you're gonna let me do this?! This-this is my career we're talking about here!
Rachel: Well-well that's 'cause I went down there and they were all smoking. This is actually the smell of success.
Monica: That's so gross!
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.
Kim: No. No! You're doing great! Dont you give up! That's why we didn't tell you and we're not gonna drag you down with us.
Monica: That's the surprise!
Mindy: That's all!
Mindy: That's not all.
Ross: (sarcastic) Yep! That's hilarious!
Monica: That's me.
Chandler: Well, that's what we said about Joey...
CHANDLER: Oh, I thought that's what they used to cover Connecticut when it rained.
Rachel: That's not European!
David: That's great! That's great! I-I'll propose to her!
Rachel: No, that's ok, let's me just get my check book!
Rachel: Ooooh, that's fine. We'll see who has the last laugh there, monkey boy.
Ross: Wait a minute; you don't think it was intentional? I mean, that's just stupid.
Benjamin: (looks surprised and un-impressed) That's not even kinda close! (Ross looks around confused) Dr. Li, how many graduate students you'd be needing?
Susan: That's what we were off doing.
Monica: (furious) That's it! Dinner is over!
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!
Chandler: Oh, that's Ross's.
Monica: I don't want her to get a boob job! That's crazy!
Joey: Well, I'm telling everyone about you! That's the only way to explain the underwear and the video camera that doesn't make me look like a pig!
Mindy: Oh that's so great!
Ross: What, so he was a little analytical. That's what he does, y'know? C'mon, he's not that bad.
Monica: All weekend? That's a whole lotta naked.
CHANDLER: Ok, that's Eric.
Chandler: That's ok.
RACH: All right, you know what, that's fine. If you guys want to be children about this, that's fine. I do not need to see it. [Rachel grabs the paper and runs across the room, reading it to herself.]
PHOEBE: He doesn't have rabies, he has babies. That's what my mom said.
Julie: Oh, you're busy, that's ok, I'll get it. Anybody else want one?
Steve: It's really fulfilling doing something you hate for no money. That's right. I have no money, I'm not funny, I live in a studio apartment with two other guys, and I'm pretty sure I'm infertile.
CHANDLER: Oh, that's OK, we'll figure something out.
PHOEBE: OK, I smell smoke. Maybe that's 'cause someone's pants are on fire.
CHANDLER: That's what they'll call us.
Joey: What? That's not? (Realizes) Oh my God.
MONICA: That's terrible.
JOEY: That's what it says.
Mr. Geller: Oh, well, I, I guess it musta been the day after you were born. We were in the hospital room, your mother was asleep, and they brought you in and gave you to me. You were this ugly little red thing, and all of a sudden you grabbed my finger with your whole fist. And you squeezed it, so tight. And that's when I knew.
Phoebe: No. (opens the box) wh - get off your sister! Oh my god, what are we gonna do? We have 7 rats. So what if each of them has 7 rats? And then each of those have 7 rats? That's like ... (starts counting with her fingers) That's math I can't even do! What are we gonna do?
MONICA: That's fine.
Monica: Ok, so that's what we're doing. You know, when I'm in the coffee house bopping along to one of your songs, I'm wearing ear plugs.
MONICA: Rachel, that's all we do.
Joey: Oh-oh-oh, yeah! (He grabs some towels and takes them to him.) That's right, you take good care of those babies!
Monica: That's my favourite kind! Okay, we are doing this!
RACHEL: Maybe that's all we do, what about Julie?
ROSS: That's a good point.
Rachel: That's good enough. Right? (Pause.) Okay, well umm, I'm gonna go look at my books!
Joey: Well, okay. You were my girlfriend and we were doing the crossword puzzle. Y'know like you guys were doing last night. So, that's it. I'm in love with Monica and I'll be moving out.
Chandler: (On cell phone) Don't worry, I'll be back before you know it. Yes it will be the same. Because I know, that's how. I promise.
Ross: My mommies love me. That's clever.
Monica: That's Dudley Moore. I said I wanted it like Demi Moore.
PHOEBE: What if the husband person is the wrong guy, and you are the right guy. I mean you don't get chances like this all the time, if you don't meet her now, you're gonna be kicking yourself when your 80, which is hard to do, and that's how you break a hip.
Dr. Mitchell: That's because they are.
Ross: That's nice... now, was that before or after you told him to stop calling, stop sending you flowers and to generally leave you alone, hmm?
Quartet: Your no God's gift to women, that's all in your headdddd. You are just a buttmunch.
PHOEBE: That's too much. Sorry.
RACH: Oh, that's um, interesting.
Joey: (Yelling at Chandler) And that's how I know you didn't watch the tape! (goes back to his room and slams the door).
ROSS: No. So what. So what if we get beaten up, maybe that's just something every man has to go through once in his life. Ya know, like a, like a right of passage or somethin'.
CHANDLER: That's me.
Erica: I don't think so. Although, they did mention something about two heartbeats. But I thought that was just mine and the baby's. They kept saying both heartbeats are really strong, and I thought well, that's good 'cause I'm having a baby.
RICHARD: That's fine. Well, your other dad and I are gonna go have a romantic evening and I guess I'll just see you kids around.
ROSS: That's right, he's not Drake, he's Hans Remore, Drake's evil twin.
Phoebe: Maybe that's 'cause she's not really gone.
RACH: That's what I said.
Monica: I'm sorry, but that's my happy place.
CHANDLER: Oh, so that's what this is for.
Ross: Okay, that's it. WE ARE SEEING OTHER PEOPLE!
DR. BURKE: Yeah, that's my job. Alright, look up. . . look down, now open your eyes, now look down. That's right, look into the light. Now look at me. . . OK. Your eyes look good. Those are good eyes.
Carol: All right, that's it. I want both of you out.
Rachel: Oh my God! That's my boss. You have to seat us somewhere else.
Janice: That's not the hard part honey! The hard part is what comes next, I mean aren't you worried about the results?
RACHEL: That's great!
ROSS: No no, that's me.
PHOEBE: That's him.
Ross: That does not sound stupid to me. You know, it's like the first time I had to make dinner for myself, after Carol left me? (the buzzer on the washer goes off) I'm sorry, that's all the time we have. Next on Ross...(opens up the washer) Uh-oh.
ROSS: No, that's fine.
Joey: He's right, cause if you're just gonna, like, break his heart, that's the kind of thing that can wait.
PHOEBE: Ok, that's so nice.
Chandler: That's patio furniture!
JOEY: See after the scene, Mr. Beatty comes up to me and says 'good actor, bad kisser'. Can you believe that, me not a good kisser, that's like, like Mother Theresa, not a good mother.
Mike: Yeah well, that's the thing. For me it's as far as it can ever go.
Rachel: Wait! No, that's ridiculous. Come on, he lives three blocks away!
ROSS: That's it? That's all you wrote? You're the worst writer in the whole world.
Phoebe: (turns around) Um, that's it. No. Hey! You! J. Crew guy. Yeah. Why have you been following me? I mean, all week long everywhere I look there's you.
Monica: Well, that's it (To Ross) You gonna crash on the couch?
JOEY: But that's what...
Chandler: Somebody wanna help me, tryin' to rip out my heart. (they pull her hand off of him) Uh, that's great. (looking around) Anybody seen a nipple?
RACHEL: Wow. Wow, that's great. Great. Ok, wow, you know what.
Monica: Oh, is that so? Ok. If that's really what you want, then here... I give you the headset. Well, I don't really want to give you the headset. Well I guess if you're taking over, you should probably return these messages. (hands her a stack of papers with messages and calls to return)
RACHEL: Oh that's what you want.
Phoebe: Oh, like that's a word.
Chandler and Joey: That's nice.
ROSS: Hey, you're a doctor of gums. That's the smallest body part you can major in. It's like day one, floss. Day two, here's your diploma.
Monica: It's worse. The only thing that's getting me through is knowing that I'm gonna be seeing you soon. I think I may even try to get out of here early.
Joey: C'mon! Just try to picture her not pregnant, that's all.
Chandler: What are you crazy? That's a baby!
ROSS: Well that's the first time we've said that.
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!
Chandler: (To Monica) Wow! Listen, we had a good run. You know, what was it? Four? Five months? I mean, that's more than most people have in a lifetime! So, good-bye, take care, bye-bye then! (He kisses her and starts to climb out the balcony window)
Chandler: That's good one too, Pheebs. Now all you have to do is find a planeload of people who's resolution is to plummet to their deaths.
Rachel: Well, come on, Steve; let's not rule out nervous laughter. Hey, now wait a minute. Phoebe told me that - that you owned your own restaurant. That's impressive.
JOEY: Well that's how I feel.
PHOEBE: Um, yeah I guess that's me.