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ROSS: Okay.� (They sit.)� So, um, Phoebe tells me you, ah, you play piano.
ROSS: Um . . . ah . . . you know, I'm divorced.� Um, Phoebe, ah . . . Phoebe said you . . . You've been divorced?
MONICA: Oh, because, um . . .� well, Chandler's going to be home in a couple of days.� So, I thought I would, you know, practice the art of seduction.
RACHEL: Well, um . . . I don't know.� I mean, for a long time nothing.� But you know, actually right before you picked me up, Ross and I had a . . . ah . . . little thing.
RACHEL: Well, um, first he told me he liked how I looked.� And, ah, then we had a little . . . um . . . eye-contact.
WAITER: (with tray and two drinks)� Excuse me.� Um, these are from the two gentlemen at the end of the bar.
KEVIN: So, we're on our way to a couple of parties.� Um. . . maybe we can get your numbers and give you guys a call if we find something fun.
KEVIN: All right. It's no big deal. BILL: So, she has a boyfriend. What is your situation? RACHEL: Oh, well, it's complicated. I don't actually have a boyfriend.� But um. . . BILL: Then, can I have your number? RACHEL: (pause) I'm sorry, no. BILL: Okay. (They start to walk away.) RACHEL: Oh sure.� (She pulls a business card from her purse and writes on it.) PHOEBE: (Reading the card.) Oh my God, you're giving your real number. BILL: Okay, thanks. I'll give you a call later tonight. RACHEL: Great. BILL: Bye PHOEBE: Bye. (The guys leave.) Wow. So, that's great. You, Bill, Ross, and Emma are going to be so happy together. What were you thinking?
PHOEBE: (calling from the bar on her cell phone.) Hey, Mike, it's me.� Listen, is um, is Ross near you?
PHOEBE: I'm so sorry honey, but, okay, Rachel gave this guy her number and, um, she doesn't want Ross to answer the phone.� So, you have to intercept all his calls.
MIKE: Um, can I come back in?
SUSIE: Well I was thinking it would be um, kind of sexy if you wore mine tonight, at dinner.
Rachel: Um... my... father.
Cheryl: Okay, um, don't take this the wrong way, but your place kinda has a weird smell.
Monica: Oh, then you do know it. (pause) So um what kind of things do you write about?
Carol: No, actually, um, we talked about Helen Willick-Bunch.
PHOEBE: So, um, have you told your parents?
Phoebe: Does, um, anyone wanna see?
Phoebe: No that's just me coughing! (Doing some weird coughing noises and the dog barks again. Phoebe comes out of the room.) Oh, good, there you are! Listen, um, I have a dog in my room.
MONICA: Alright, I'll tell you what. I'll come get you in 5 minutes with some sort of um, kabob emergency.
Phoebe: Yeah? I know! I know! Uh huh? Listen why dont we just um, sit and relax? You know just be with each other. Quietly!
Monica: Um, well, I was going to, I-I-I really was. But um, then somewhere, just out of nowhere, I didnt.
Rachel: Oh Amy, don't cry Amy. Um.. Ross, could I talk to you in private?
Rachel: Oh! Well, um.. (Grabs his forehand) You've got plugs!
Phoebe: Hmmm? Yeah. So, um, is she fat?
Rachel: Um... Ross?
Ross: Um, see, but thats not the final draft.
Ross: Okay. Um is he a good guy?
Rachel (as Monica): You know what, it's feeling a lot better, thank you, um... Well, listen, why don't you two sit down and, and we'll get you some glasses... okay... (They don't know what to do with their coats and Monica points to the living room) STAT!
Ross: (a little confused) Okay, um... I don't want her watching our baby.
Girl: Um, leave.
Phoebe: Okay, um, stay.
ROSS: Um, just some presents.
Ross: Um... uh.... vulva.
Phoebe: Excuse me. Excuse me! (Mrs. Bukart stops singing) Thanks. Um, clearly this is a very, very hard time for you. Um, but, um, we provided a service, and we deserve to be paid because you ate that service, and, um, we are not leaving here until we're paid every penny. 'Cause you know what, lady? We're part time caterers, and we have no place else to go.
Monica: Um, I'm not actually Amish.
Monica: Anyway um, when he left he forgot to take the poem with him. Now, I am like totally dense about poetry, but I think it's pretty good all right. Check it out. (hands them the poem)
Ross: (panicked) Er.... um.....
Rachel: Well, I-I-I don't know how this fits into your whole "seizing" thing but um, Emily called you today.
PHOEBE: Just, you know, to see... um.
Jamie: Um, excuse me.
PHOEBE: Um, I'm gonna have a cup of the cucumber soup, and, um, take care.
Ursula: Yeah, um, may we help you?
Ursula: Um, yeah, um, twin thing.
Phoebe: (as Ursula) Listen, um...
Phoebe: So, um, are you gonna call him?
Rachel: Um, what- what would make you think that?
Ross: Um. I know it says black tie optional, but, um this may be pushing it a little, um.
PHOEBE: Oh OK. So, um, the cat stinks but you love it, let's go.
Ross: Um uh Were-were just having this baby together but uh, uh thats all.
ROSS: No, um, see 'cause that, that is, that is the staging area. If you go in there, it'll ruin the whole illusion of the party. Yeah, I think you take your scotch back in there and I will get your cigarettes for you sir.
Rachel: You are. Well, um... We, we, we were just... Wow!
Ross: Well... you never know. How's, um.. how's the family?
Monica: (as Rachel) Um, okay. You just called a little while ago about needing a signature on the admissions form. Well, it turns out we need a whole new one (little laugh) because uh, you see, I-I, I put the wrong name again. (Little laugh) 'cause um...
Chandler: (panicked) ahem... um... Crystal duck.
Ross: Um, in Phoebe's room. You can't go in there.
Joey: Um, this?
Rachel: Yeah, Im doing okay. Im um lets talk.
Monica: Um, Pennsylvania Dutch.
Rachel: Um, excuse me, everyone. Ah, this is my last night working here, and I ah, just wanted say that I made some really good friends working here, and ah, its just time to move on. (at the counter Gunther starts to cry and runs into the back room) Ah, and no offence to everybody who ah, still works here, you have no idea how good it feels to say that as of this moment I will never have to make coffee again.
Monica: Ok, um, I'll go with you.
Phoebe: Oh! (sits down) Ok, um, ok, um,
Rachel: Okay, I'm not just waitressing. I'm.. I, um... I write the specials on the specials board, and, uh... and I, uh... I take the uh dead flowers out of the vase... Oh, and, um, sometimes Artelle lets me put the little chocolate blobbies on the cookies.
RACH: Well. [looks at watch] Woah, look at that! I gotta go, I gotta date. With a man. Um, OK, you guys have a really, uh, have a really good night and you two have a, uh, have a, uh, really good cat. [she leaves carrying her tray then comes back in] OK, we're not supposed to take these when we leave.
Phoebe: (on phone, in 'Katelynn's' voice) 'Hi, I have Phoebe Buffay returning a page. Okay, well, um, she's in her car I'll have to patch you through.'
RACHEL: Um, everyone?
Ross: Yeah, i-it's for the museum. Someone found a bone, we want the bone, but they don't want us to have the bone, so I'm going over there to try to persuade them to give us the boit'sit's a whole big bone thing. Anyway, I'm gonna be gone for like, uh... like a week, so, uh, if you wanna reach me, y-you can't. So here's my itinerary (hands a sheet of paper to Monica). Um... here's a picture of me... (hands it to Monica)
Phoebe: Um, were you planning on kissing me ever?
MICH: Um, cheers.
MICH: Um, maybe 15, 16 years.
Ross: I'm having a son. Um...
Amy: Um... Charlie, this is Rachel's sister Amy. Amy, this is Charlie.
Phoebe: Oh, okay, umm, hi kids! Um, it's me, Aunt Phoebe. I can't wait to see you. Please don't hurt me!
Ross: Anyway.. um.. (Starts to sweep.) So, you- uh- you nervous about Barry tomorrow?
PHOE: Rachel? Um, hi.
PHOE: Um, cake.
Ross: So um...Thanksgiving. The holiday season is upon us, hm?
Ross: Yeah, um, I don't know if you noticed, but he had a lot to drink, and you know how he gets when he's drun..uh... (He has caught sight of Joey scowling at him) I can't do this, I did it, it was me, I'm sorry, I kissed your mom.
RACH: Um, Russ, you ready?
PHOEBE: Right. My name was on there, but now it just says "carrot cake". So, um, so um, how many chords do you know?
Rachel: Look, um, I think we should talk about what happened on the terrace.
Phoebe: Um, we went shopping for um, for, fur.
ROSS: Uhh, hey look, I don't really enjoy being with other men that way. But, um, zoo dollars?
PHOEBE: OK, um, I'm gonna play, um, some songs about grandparents, OK. [singing] Now, grandma's a person who everyone likes, she bought you a train and a bright, shiny bike. But lately she hasn't been coming to dinner, And last time you saw her she looked so much thinner. Now, your mom and your dad said she moved to Peru, but the truth is she died and some day you will too. La-la-la la la-la-la la la-la-la la...
MONICA: Listen, um honey, I appreciate this but you don't have to keep hanging out with them for me, I mean, they have each other.
Ross: Okay. Um, how about these? (Holds out a pair)
MONICA: OK, um. Goodbye.
Rachel: So, um, will you bring the truck?
Monica: Ethan, it's um... it's icky.
Monica: Anyway, Ross and I were always captains, and um, it got kindve competitive and one year, Geller Bowl VI, I accidentally broke Rosss nose.
Ross: Uh.. uh.. Well, Joey and I had discussed getting in an early morning racquetball game. But, um, apparently, somebody overslept.
Rachel: So, um, did she...
Monica: Oh, um, around 8:02. We ah, talked for a little while, and then um, we went out for an innocent burger.
Monica: Well, every, every Thanksgiving um, we used to have a touch football game called the Geller Bowl.
Phoebe: Oh, Im so sorry. Um, and maybe Im wrong! I butyknow Im gonna go out with him again, Ill find out more.
Phoebe: Ooh, sorry. Um, and, and then you put your arms around me. And then you put your arms around me. (He does so) And, um, and then you tell me that you love me and you'll never forget me.
CAROL: Oh, right. Um, I've got some news. It's about us.
GUNTHER: Um [gestures to dance floor]
Ross: Still, you- you say Minnie, you hear Mouse. Um, how about, um.. how about Julia?
Rachel: Um, hum.
PHOEBE: Ok, this is a typical lightning-bearer thing. Right there, it's like, um, 'Hello, who wants one of my fallic shaped man cakes?'
Ross: How, how, um how can you not be going?
DUNCAN: Um, now. Phoebs.
RACH: Oh, that's um, interesting.
Phoebe: Oh, I was just here looking for, um, my um, my part of an old sandwich. Oh, here it is! Oh. (picks one up out of the garbage can.)
Ross: No, no it's, um, it's not you, um, it's um, it's (turns and sees his Mom standing where Rachel is)
Ross: My way?! You-you think this is my way? Believe me, of all the ways I ever imagined this moment in my life being, this is not my way- y'know what? Uh, um, this is too hard. I'm not, I can't do-
Phoebe: Okay, um, oh, the zoo commercial.
Ross: Um, yeah.
Ross: Um, no.
Phoebe: Um, yeah, you want Ursula, and I'm Phoebe. Twin sisters! Seriously.