words in movies
Monica: I dont need a tissue! Im fine-d!
CHANDLER: I don't know. I just had this weird sense. You know, but that's me. I'm weird and sensitive. Tissue?
Rachel: Well, they never have any paper in there y'know. So my rule is no tissue, no tuschy. (Phoebe laughs and gets out.) Well, if everybodys going. (She gets out and starts to close the door.)
Phoebe: I know. Hand me a tissue. (Monica hands her one.)
Phoebe: Here. (Gives Rachel a tissue.)
Phoebe: Well okay, let this be a lesson to all of you, all right. Once you, once you betray me, I become like the ice woman, yknow. Very cold, hard, unyielding, y'know nothing, nothing can penetrate this icy exterior. (to Monica) Can I have a tissue, please?
[Scene: The Roof, Rachel is talking to a guy who hands her a tissue with something written on it]
Joey: (holding an empty tissue box) Wheres all the tissues?! (Throws the box down in disgust.)
Phoebe: (She pauses to ready herself, and removes the tissue.) Ohh, the-the Foster puppets!
(Chandler is putting on the Chap Stick the same way that women put on lipstick, including the bit with the piece of tissue.)
(Rachel mumbles uh-huh and spits the half-eaten cookie out onto the tissue.)
Monica: Oh. (to Phoebe) Can I have a tissue?
Rachel: Ooh, good God, theyre so yummy! (She re-ingests the previously expelled cookie matter from the tissue.)
Monica: Maybe, do you need a tissue?
Monica: Oh my God, the cat's made my eyes water! Don't-don't throw it to me! My vision's been compromised!! (Quickly grabs a tissue to wipe her eyes.) Oh God! Okay. Okay. It's okay. Man, that was close.
Chandler: Im gonna grab you some tissue.
Phoebe: I wanna get married (grabs a tissue)
Rachel: I know. I know. Oh God. (Looking around) Theres no tissue! Can you grab me some toilet paper?
Joey's Co-Star: Not if we extract tissue from the original host body, synthesize antibodies, and introduce them into your system, which could stop it from rejecting the brain.
Chandler: (holding a tissue) And is this in case the house sneezes?
Phoebe: Ohh. What is this? (She sees a tissue covering something, and moves to remove it.)
Joey: (taking apart the invitation) Hey, pretty smart! Tissue paper! Youre at the wedding, you have to cry, "Handkerchief?" "No-no, I got my invitation."
Rachel: Honey, no one thinks youre a pansy, but we do think you need a tissue. (She notices something hanging from Monicas nose, as does Joey.)