words in movies
JOEY: "Oh, Chandler, now, now, that's it. There, faster!"
MONICA: That's terrible.
PHOEBE: I'm sorry, but sometimes they need help. That's fine. Go ahead and scoff. You know, there're a lot of things that I don't believe in, but that doesn't mean they're not true.
MR. TREEGER: There she is. And over there, that's the other one. This is Mr. Buddy Boyle, Mr. Heckles' attorney. He'd like to talk to you.
CHANDLER: April 18th, excessive noise. Italian guy's gay roommate comes home with the dry-cleaning. Well that's excellent.
JOEY: That's what it says.
PHOEBE: Chandler, you called Janice! That's how much you wanted to be with someone!
RACHEL: What you got there? Something else that's not yours that you can break?
MONICA: That's fine.
CHANDLER: Sure. (My god, that's a big head! It didn't look this big in the office. Maybe it's the lighting. My head must look like a golf ball at work. All right, don't get hung up on it, quick, quick, list five things you like about her: Nice smile, good dresser...Big head, big head, big head!)
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.
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.
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.
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: 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.
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?
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.
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.
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.
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).
RACH: Oh, that's um, interesting.
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.
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.
Phoebe: Maybe that's 'cause she's not really gone.
RACH: That's what I said.
ROSS: That's right, he's not Drake, he's Hans Remore, Drake's evil twin.
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.
Monica: I'm sorry, but that's my happy place.
Carol: All right, that's it. I want both of you out.
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.
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.
Mike: Yeah well, that's the thing. For me it's as far as it can ever go.
ROSS: No, that's fine.
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.
Rachel: Oh my God! That's my boss. You have to seat us somewhere else.
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.
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.
Chandler: That's patio furniture!
Rachel: Wait! No, that's ridiculous. Come on, he lives three blocks away!
JOEY: But that's what...
RACHEL: Wow. Wow, that's great. Great. Ok, wow, you know 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?
Monica: Well, that's it (To Ross) You gonna crash on the couch?
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.
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.
Chandler and Joey: That's nice.
JOEY: Well that's how I feel.
Joey: C'mon! Just try to picture her not pregnant, that's all.
MONICA: [her and Phoebe tilt their heads] Oh, that's too bad.
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)
Phoebe: Oh, like that's a word.
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.
Chandler: What are you crazy? That's a baby!
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!
ROSS: That's romantic.
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: OK, that's dead right?
MR A: Oh, that's all right, although you did cut into my busy day of sitting.
PHOEBE: Whoa, that's a lot of stuff.
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.
PHOEBE: Um, yeah I guess that's me.
MRS. GELLER: Well that's wonderful. . . I
MONICA: That's great.
Rachel: That's great, great. So do you have any questions for us?
CHANDLER: That's right my friend. It's time for...
DUNCAN: I know, that's what I kept telling myself but you just reach a point where you can't live a lie anymore.
Chandler: (entering, very upset) Ok Tommy, that's enough mourning for you! Here we go, bye bye!! (he shoves him out the door)
Chandler: I don't know. That's the thing. I don't know what I want to do. I just know I'm not going to figure it out working there.
Rachel: Yeah, I admit it. I have a crush on you, and uh, and, and I know that's crazy because we work together, and-and nothing could ever happen, and the last thing I want to do is-is to freak you out or make you feel uncomfortable. Which is why it would be really great if you said something right about now.
ROSS: Well that's the first time we've said that.
Joey: Well, that's gonna be tough Mon. I mean it's hard for me to be around an attractive woman and not flirt.
EDDIE: That's good, that's good. So, so, so who broke up with who?
Joey: That's OK, Ross, you can ask me. What?
Monica: Oh, that's what I would do, forget mine.
JOEY: That's a two line part.
EDDIE: That's a tomato. This one definitely goes in the display.
CASTING GUY: Excuse me, that's 50 bucks.
CHANDLER: See, that's why we don't let her play.