words in movies
[Scene: Joey and Rachel's, Joey is sitting the now heeled Rosita as Rachel is sitting in the newly arrived Francette. Francette is one of those new chairs from La-Z-Boy that has and does everything except cook and go to the bathroom for you. Its got a small refrigerator under one armrest it has phone jacks for the Internet and regular phone, and so much more.]
Rachel: It's just physical and I have it totally under control! Ok? It's just, when I see them together, sometimes I just get a little jealous!
(Monica quickly dives under the water as Joey enters. He looks a little shocked at what Chandler's doing.)
Rachel: Oh no-no-no! No, I got this all under control.
Ross: Watch. (he takes the laptop) Here, you ehm... You highlight the word you want to change. Go under Tools and the Thesaurus generates... 'gives'... 'gives' a whole list of choices. You can pick the word that sounds smartest.
Lauren: (at the window, shes looking down out of the window) What do you got down there, Vic? What do you got under that tarp?
Ross: All right! (Checking his watch) Yes!! From home to the hospital in under seven minutes! We did it!!
Monica: You can also find him under umm, dog and dead.
Joey: All right, let's do it! 5 hour flight with Charlie, have a couple of drinks, get under that blanket and do what comes naturally.
Mr. Geller: All right, enough! I dont want to hear about it anymore! (Under his breath) Good luck, Chandler. (Chandler takes another drink.)
Rachel: (under her breath) Sucker!
Drunken Gambler: It went under the table.
(Joey is bent over at the waist and is looking for something under Monica's bed.)
[Scene: Ross's apartment. Rachel is changing Ben's diaper under Ross's supervision.]
Chandler: No, we'll-we'll bring it back! Just put it under your dress.
Monica: Yeah, theres one right under the cabinet.
(Phoebe looks under the couch)
Chandler: Who says you cant get a nice punch bowl for under six bucks? Maybe we can take it back?
Monica: This would be a beautiful place to get married, yeah, but I wouldnt put the aisle there and I would never have the ceremony there! (Points to both places.) I mean youd have the ceremony under this big beautiful arch. (The arch at the entrance to the room.)
Ross: Nothing, nothing. Everything's under control.
Rachel: No! (Gets up to leave.) (Under her breath.) If there was I wouldn't tell you.
[Scene: Monica and Chandlers new apartment, Chandler is putting something away under the sink.]
Ross: (under the couch) You and your ice.
Rachel: (Reading) Dear losers, do you really think Id hide presents under the couch? P.S. Chandler, I knew theyd break you.
Video:April Twelve, Eighteen hundred, Sixty-One (Monica lights Richard's cigar butt), 4:30 A.M. on Tuesday, the United States garrison at Fort Sumter was fired upon (knock on door) it is now under bombardment by....
Phoebe: (calling from her room) Are you under the sheet?
Chandler: You dont, like go into the back of my closet, and look under my gym bag or anything?
Ross: Could ya just, could ya just lay off, please? All right? My life is an embarrassment! I should go live under somebodys stairs!
CHANDLER: Right now, right here. Don't ya think we're in kind of a public plaaaa [Susie grabs him under the table] They do have the shrimp.
Chandler: You took off your pants and climbed under the sheets!
Rachel: (still trapped under Ross) Pheebs, could you maybe hand me a cracker?
Phoebe: (leaving) Fine, fine! You would not hold up well under torture!
Joey: Oh its water under the bridge, forget it!
Rachel: Oh! Well lets look for them. (Finds some under one of the couch cushions. It has a pink, fuzzy ball on the key chain.) Oh-oh-hey! Are these them?
RICHARD: You know, I like the way you have efficiently folded this tab under. See in a tape emergency you could shave valuable seconds off your time.
Rachel: I feel like were the only two people in the world. (She sets down her wine class, picks up a walnut, and knocks another one on the floor.) Oops. Sorry. (She reaches down to pick it up and Ross hands it to her. Ross is hiding under the couch and causes Rachel to scream.)
Nurse: He's under sedation, so he's pretty much out.
Rachel: Oh yeah, now everybody wants to be under this hat!
Phoebe: (To Monica under her breath) Simmons! Go with Simmons!
Frank: (hiding under a pile of clothes) Hi. (She jumps up screaming.) Wait, no! Just put the mail down. Its-its me!
Phoebe: That is so smart! (To Chandler, under her breath) Break it off. Break it off now.
[Cut to into the bedroom, with Monica still hiding under the covers. Richard enters and sits down next to her.]
Rachel: (to maitre d') Hi, I'm here to see mr Campbell... with Gucci. The reservation is probably under Gucci. It's spelled like Gukki, which could be confusing.
Phoebe: Oh, Boy Scouts could've camped under it!
PHOEBE: What is this obsessive need you have to make everyone agree with you? No, what's that all about? I think, I think maybe it's time you put Ross under the microscope.
Emily: I packed while you were gone. I left some knickers under your pillow.
Rachel: Anyway, I'm going to be the coordinator of the woman's collection, I'll work right under the director, it's the perfect, perfect job for me!
Rachel: Wow! Whoa-whoa whats under the covers?
(Chandler throws the cue ball under there table.)
RACH: Cats, how long do they live figuring you don't... y'know, throw 'em under a bus or something?
Chandler: Hey! (Joey quickly hides the magazine under the couch.)
Joey: That's right, mister, and I don't care how old you are, as long as you're under my roof you're gonna live by my rules. And that means no sleeping with your girlfriend.
Rachel: Okay. (Opens the card and reads it.) Happy birthday Grandma! Its better to be over the hill (starting to cry) then buried under it. (Breaks down as everyone glares at them.) All our love Monica and Chandler. (Crying) Thats funny, yeah!
Phoebe: Oh, boy scouts could have camped under there.
Phoebe: I'll find Bob, I'll get him. Bob? (starts looking) Bob! Robert! (looks at cabinet under sink) Oh wait, I think I hear him. Oh - Oh my god! Bob had babies! Bob's a mom!
Joey: Hey Pheebs! Listen, this wooden box keeps sliding out from under the seat. What-what is it?
MONICA: It's gonna be ok. Ryan's been under water. He's just gonna be so glad that you don't have barnicles on your butt.
(Phoebe looks under the couch)
Chandler: Yes! And thats why Im under the table. Celebrating.
Phoebe: Oh well, as long as it is under control, you know, you can't do anything about it, he's already dating her, and she is a nice person, that wouldn't be right.
Monica: Oh, by the way, you are more than welcome to look under any of the furniture, because, believe me, you won't find any porn or cigarettes under there!
Monica: (still hiding under the blankets) Did you like her? And Im just asking as a friend, because I am totally fine with this.
Woman: (to her friend) He has the most amazing Porsche under there!
Ross: Oh! (She kisses him) Ah. (They kiss more, and move down onto the couch. Ross's hand moves under some garbage) Aw! (His hand is covered with something brown and gooey.)
(Chandler takes the tape and sticks it under the chair cushion)
Monica: (still hiding under the blankets) So um, who was she?
Rachel: Then what's that big lump under your covers?
Woman: (to her friend) He has the most amazing Porsche under there!
Chandler: (with his arm all the way under the cushion, moving it around) This reminds me of a very specific part of the tape. (Chandler puts the tape in, and they all sit down) Okay, here we go.
The Interviewer: But therell be perhaps 30 people under you so you can dump a certain amount on them.
Monica: Ok, so there's not a magazine under the couch, or a pack of cigarettes taped to the back of the toilet tank, or a filthy video in the VCR?
Rachel: You know what, we just say that she said it was 5 o'clock. We'll just act casual. We're not late, we're right on time. (When she finishes talking, a note is pushed from under Monica's and Chandler's door, into the hall. Ross picks it up and reads it out loud)
Phoebe: (standing up) Okay, so umm, somebody has to call Frank and Alice. (As she is talking Joey is sticking the camera under her skirt.) And then my mom wants to know-(notices Joey)-Joey, what are you doing?!
Ross: You were under the pile of coats?
Monica: Okay, all right, how's this? 27. Italian-American guy. He's an actor, born in Queens. Wow, big family, seven sisters, and he's the only....boy. (they all turn and look at Joey) Oh my God, under personal comments: 'New York Knicks, rule!'
[cut to Joeys bedroom, Joey and Kate are emerging from under the covers.]
Rachel: Oh God, oh God, oh God oh God oh God oh God.... (Starts to look under the couch cushions.)
Monica: Hi. About last night... I know you are under a lot of stress and even though the things you said hurt me a little bit... My point is, uh, well, I'm willing to take my job back.
Ross: Uh uh... well, her Internet Company went under and she lost an ear in a boating accident...
Chandler: Well, I have kissed over four women. (They kiss again.) Do you wanna get under the covers?
Rachel: Okay sir, um-mm, let see if I got this right. Ah, so this is a half-caf, double tall, easy hazel nut, non-fat, no foam, with whip, extra hot latte, right? (the guy nods) Okay, great. (she starts to walk away and under her breath) You freak.
Richard: The bedroom. Well its pretty much your typical... (opens the door as Monica hides under the covers, and quickly closes the door before his date can see the room.) bedroom.
Ross: (exhales) I got it. (He lifts the box and grunts under the strain.) (Calmly) So hi, Im uh, Im Ross and this is my friend Chandler. (He shyly waves.)
[Ross leaves to find Karl. Rachel takes a peek under the loincloth of one of the display models.]
(Joey slides a plate away from Monica towards Chandler, who hides it under the table.)
Joey: (shocked) From the land down under? I didn't know that either!
Joey/Drake: I know what I felt that night when we kissed under the bridge.
TRAINER: Hey don't take it personal, he's under a lot of pressure, ya know, starring in a movie and all.
(When Rachel starts to look under the bed if Joey would fit under there, Chandler opens the door inbetween the rooms, grabs Joey by his shirt and drags him to his room, and closes the door again)
Chandler: Night-night.....Janice. (he starts thinking to him self) 'Look at all that room on her side, you good fit a giant penguin over there. That would be weird though. Okay, hug and roll time. I'm huggin', I'm huggin', your rollin', and....yes! Freedom! (his one arm is still under her) Except for this arm! I'm stuck. Stuck arm! Okay, time for the old table cloth trick, one fluid motion. Quick like a cat, quick like a cat! And 1...2...3!' (Pulls his arm out from under her and she is spun off of the bed.)
Phoebe: (Under her breath) God, I woke the beast. Sorry. (To Monica) I was wrong obviously, I justI misspoke. It's okay.
CHANDLER: Alrighty. [we see Chandler's pants drop from under the stall door]
Monica: I'm sorry. But not that sorry, 'cause you don't have to live with it. Um, we have a reservation under the name Chandler Bing.
Phoebe: Oh, if thats what you want you then you really should run his head under hot water and bang his head against a table.
Phoebe: (as Ursula): Yeah, um... (nervously clears her throat) You know you, you should just forget about what I said under the bridge, I was talkin' crazy that night, I was so drunk!
[Scene: The Hospital, Marcel lies on the operating table while recovering from the anaesthetic, tucked up under a sheet like an infant in a huge bed. Ross sits beside him, as a smiling Chandler, Monica and Rachel look on.]
Chandler: Dehydrated Japanese noodles under fluorescent lights... does it get better than this?
[Scene: Monica and Chandler's, Monica and Rachel are on the couch looking at the Playboy magazine. When they hear someone coming, Monica goes to hide it under the sofa cushions.]
Mr. Geller: Kids, I spoke to a doctor and picked up this pamphlets on how to get pregnant. (He slides them under the door.)
Rachel: Oh uh-huh, uh-huh, coffee, a little rub-rub-rub under the table.
Monica: (under her breath) That youre a liar. (Hides the candlesticks in a drawer.)