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RACH: And ya know what, now I've got closure. [Rachel slams the door and locks it. She sits down, visibly upset. She puts her head in her hands and begins to cry. Ross comes back and is standing outside the window. When Rachel regroups and gets back up to finish closing, she sees him. She smiles. She goes to open the door and can't get the lock undone.] ROSS: Try the bottom one. [She opens the door and they kiss.] [Scene: Chandler and Joey's apartment. Chandler answers the door to find Monica.] CLOSING CREDITS CHAN: Monica, it's 6:30 in the morning. We're not working out, it's over. MNCA: No way, with one pound to go, c'mon. We're workin', we're movin', we're in the zone we're groovin'. CHAN: OK, I don't, I don't mind the last pound. OK, in fact I kind of like the last pound. OK, so don't make me do anything that I'll regret. MNCA: Ooh, what'cha gonna do, fat boy, huh? What? CHAN: Nothing, except tell you, uh, I think it's wonderful how much energy you have. MNCA: Well, thanks. CHAN: I mean, especially considering how tough it's been for you to find work. MNCA: Well, you know. CHAN: You know, I mean, you can't tell your parents you were fired because they'd be disappointed. MNCA: [sad] Uh-huh. CHAN: And it's not as if you have a boyfriend's shoulder to cry on. MNCA: Well no, but um. CHAN: I mean, if it were me, I think I'd have difficulty just getting out of bed at all. MNCA: Y'know, I try to stay positive. . . CHAN: So, you feel like goin' for a run? MNCA: Alright. CHAN: Because, you know, you don't have to. If you want, you could just take a nap right here. MNCA: OK. Just for a little while. CHAN: OK. [Puts an afghan over her and dances into his room]
Ross: (on the phone) Yes, hello. I have a question. Umm, I used your pen to draw on my friend's face. (Listens) A beard and a moustache. (Listens and laughs) Thank you. (Rachel turns around and glares at him.) No, she didn't think so. (Listens) I know it's like (turns and sees Rachel staring at him and quickly changes the subject) anyway, umm well make-up didn't cover it and we've tried everything to get it off and nothing's worked. What-what do we do? (Listens) Yeah. (Listens) Uh-huh. (Listens) Yeah. (Listens) Oh! Okay. (Listens) Okay, thank you! (Rachel gets excited at his tone.) (Hangs up the phone) Yeah, it's not coming off.
Joey: Uh-huh. And I named them Chick Jr. and Duck Jr.
Ross: Uh-huh. Well, when the psychiatrist told me I had to take a leave of absence because I yelled at my boss I started to get worked up again, so he offered me a tranquilizer. And I thought was a good idea so, I took it.
Rachel: Uh-huh.
Monica: Uh-huh, but I'm sure you can handle this. I mean, I have won awards for my organizational skills, but, uh, I'm sure you'll do fine.
Rachel: Uh-huh.
Ross: Uh-huh.
Phoebe: (gasps) Ohh. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. (The chick clucks.) You'll get your turn!
Jasmine: Uh-huh.
Monica: Uh-huh, that one!
Rachel: Uh-huh!
Phoebe: Uh-huh.
Erica: Uh-huh! I think it's time to kick you in the nuts and see which is worse!
Ross: Uh-huh, I see that.
Phoebe: Uh-huh!
Phoebe: Uh-huh!
Rachel: Uh-huh, doing it. Doing it. Phone doing it.
Phoebe: Yeah, uh-huh, a 100 dollars.
Gary: Uh-huh.
Ross: Uh-huh. Thank Joey!
Phoebe: Uh-huh!
Rachel: Uh-huh.
Rachel: Uh-huh.
Chandler: Uh-huh. (He doesn't take his eyes off the TV.)
Phoebe: Uh-huh.
Phoebe: Uh-huh, great story! I'm going!
Ross: Uh-huh. (Phoebe grunts.)
Rachel: Uh-huh.
Phoebe: Uh-huh, what?
Phoebe: Uh-huh. You've met your match Rachel Green.
Pete: Nooo. Uh-huh, no way. What? No.
(Rachel mumbles uh-huh and spits the half-eaten cookie out onto the tissue.)
Rachel: Uh-huh. (Ross takes off his coat and sets in on a chair.) Yknow what I was, I was thinking about?
Chandler: Uh-huh
Ross: Uh-huh, that's why they call it Staten Island.
Joey: Uh-huh.
Phoebe: Uh-Huh, Which is...?
Chandler: Uh-huh.
Rachel: Oh uh-huh, uh-huh, coffee, a little rub-rub-rub under the table.
[Suddenly the door opens and Ross's mystery girl enters. I'll give you a hint to who it is: OH .MY .GAWD!! Uh-huh, it's Janice.]
Monica: (not buying it) Uh-huh.
Rachel: Uh-huh.
Chandler: Uh-huh.
Phoebe: Uh-huh. (They go and sit down.)
Phoebe: Uh-huh, yeah thats right.
Interviewer: Uh-huh. Is it dirty?
Joey: Uh-huh. This and a bunch of bubble wrap. And, some of it is not even popped!
Chandler: Uh-huh!
Monica: Uh-huh, yeah.
Phoebe: Ohh, uh-huh so much!
Rachel: Uh-huh, go on.
Rachel: Uh-huh.
Gary: (disappointed more) Uh-huh.
Joey: Uh-huh!
Phoebe: Uh-huh.
Rachel: Uh-huh.
Ben: Uh-huh!
Rachel: Uh-huh.
Phoebe: Uh-huh.
Tag: Uh-huh! Let me ask you something?
Rachel: Uh-huh.
Phoebe: Uh-huh.
Ross: Uh-huh.
Phoebe: Uh-huh.
Ross: Uh-huh. Yeah I-I have a knack for impressions.
Rachel: Uh-huh.
Rachel: Uh-huh.
Little Girl: Uh-huh.
Ross: Uh-huh. What happened?
Mona: Uh-huh.
Phoebe: Uh-huh, Im with Ben.
Phoebe: Uh-huh.
Chandler: Uh-huh.
Phoebe: Uh-huh.
Joey: Uh-huh, long time.
Ross: (looking then moving away quickly) Uh-huh! Uh-huh! And-and-and Ill always remember that summer because thats when I realized that we are related.
Ross: (not amused) Huh uh-huh.
Rachel: Uh-huh.
Phoebe: Uh-huh!
Woman: OH .MY .GAWD!!! (Uh-huh, its Janice.)
Phoebe: Uh-huh, yeah.
Joey: Uh-huh.
Joey: Uh-huh.
Rachel: uh-huh
Ross: Uh-huh.
MIKE: (nods) uh-huh.
Phoebe: (smiling) Uh-huh.
Phoebe: Uh-huh, and a little seed money for the party. (Holds up $40.)
Joey: Uh-huh look, the only reason I can over here was to settle things between us! Okay? Youve done a lot for me and my career, I wanted to pay you back so I took you to the premiere but you missed it! Okay, so how much do I owe you?
Phoebe: Uh-huh.
Phoebe: Uh-huh! (and now Mike kneels properly)
Monica: Hello? (Listens) Uh-huh. (Listens) Uh-huh. (Listens) Okay. (Hangs up.) I guess we can bet one more time.
Phoebe: Uh-huh!
Phoebe: Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Umm, could-could I get a copy of that? Cause Carol threw it out, she lost ours. Shes such a scatterbrain, but man what a hot piece of ass.
Rachel: Uh-huh, yeah I did, because I wore out my first copy when I was with you. (Exits.)
Phoebe: Uh-huh, (To Chandler) and you?
Phoebe: Uh-huh. (They go over and talk.)
Phoebe: Umm, yeah, uh-huh, theyre implanted.
Rachel: Uh-huh, I get it, smoke, chimney, chimney sweep, very funny, ha-ha.
Phoebe: Uh-huh. (To the embryos) Good luck.