words in movies
Phoebe: Well its justits one of those situations that I just hate. Yknow? A massage client gave me three tickets to the Helmet-Pelts exhibit at the Morgan Chase museum.
Monica: Well, her father pays you for baby-sitting right?
Ross: Okay, okay. Uh, well uh, Rachel is going to need to yell sweet nothings (Paul enters) in his ear.
Joey: Oh well, its not on TV yet.
The Dry Cleaner: Well, then its not on the wall yet.
Monica: Well, I mean I guess there is no harm in putting my name down.
Joey: Okay well that may be true. But, in-in okay, Air Force One the Russians were terrorists! And evil! And plus he kills a bunch of them! That-that-thats offensive to Russians.
Elizabeth: Well, whatever works for ya
Elizabeth: Oh. Well, so we have to hide our relationship from one more person. Big deal. Besides, its kinda fun hiding.
Rachel: Well, okay. Would-would you get me a Diet Coke?
Rachel: Well, she-she ob-obviously saw the tire tracks that were leading up to the closed garage.
Rachel: Well, why do yknow go in that room (points to the room Ross is in) and do your homework?
Chandler: (angrily) Well next time ask! Or at least wait for me to ask! (He storms out.)
Joey: Oh, youre kidding me! All-all right, well make sure you tell him that Joey Tribbiani stopped by to drop off all of these clothes. Okay? Im an actor; Im kinda getting my picture up there on the wall.
Joey: Oh really? Well, maybe you and I go out for drinks? (Pause) Youre the other one right? (She thinks about it for a second and nods yes.)
Phoebe: Well for the regular guy, its bad, but Chandler, Oh dear God!
Monica: Well, Im never gonna listen to you again, thats for sure! (Mimicking her.) "Yknow, harm can it do if you go and put your name down?"
Monica: Well Rachels not here! (Runs out.)
Phoebe: Well, what did he do?
Phoebe: Well, we should go.
Joey: Oh uh, well I just came in for a cup of coffee to go.
Rachel: Well, I was going to, but then I figured, you know... you're food is so delicious and perfect, you can never have too many of those pumpkin things.
MRS. GREENE: Oh, I missed you kids. Well, should I put my coat in the bedroom?
Monica: Well, there you go.
Chandler: Well, Im sure you get another one at Ann Taylors.
Rachel: Well, then so you just invite me...!
Phoebe: Well, what kind of guy are you looking for?
Rachel: (talking with a higher voice, and puckered lips kind of like you do to a baby or...well a puppy its hard to explain. Just use your imagination!) Oh, well, you are so cute! I wish I could play with you more, but Ive got to go to work! I hope I stop talking like this before my marketing meeting, yes I do. Yes I do. (still talking like that) Bye-bye, Joey. Oh, I seriously cant stop it. (exits)
Joey: Well, right after I did that sex study down at NYU. (to Chandler) Hey, Remember that sweater I gave you for your birthday?
RACHEL: Well, we're not here to meet guys.� You have a boyfriend, I have a b. . . baby and a Ross.
Joey: Oh no-no, no-no I love living with you. It just seems that if youre gonna have a roommate, yknow it might as well be the father.
Monica: Well, um, because mainly, um, they dont like you. Im sorry.
Joanna: Well, this isnt how I was hoping how this would end, but I guess I have to appreciate your honesty.
Mrs. Geller: Oh, well Richard raved about the food at his party, of course you were sleeping with him. Then I heard the food at that lesbian wedding was very nice, I assume you werent sleeping with anybody there. Though, at least that would be something. (Leaves)
Rachel: Well honey, Im late for a meeting. So can you just make it quick?
Rachel: Yeah well what are you, his boyfriend?
Ross: Well, it matters to me.
Ross: Well, then who was on my bed?
Phoebe: Well, I don't care, so you pick!
David: Well, i-it's okay. I-I-I understand... Well, s... well, are you happy with this guy?
Phoebe: Uhm... well, they're not in the wedding.
Ross: Oh, well, uh, this is gonna sound kinda silly, but, do you remember my roommate Chandler Bing?
Rachel: Well, Im really sick of your smoking, so I brought something that is going to help you quit. (hands him an audio cassette)
Rachel: Well, thats because of a lot of (She imitates someone picking their nose and placing the treasure found in the pockets.)
Joey: Well if you can't talk dirty to me, how're you going to talk dirty to her? Now tell me you want to caress my butt!
Rachel: Oh well, You know, I think it's kinda really important that I go somewhere where there's sun, so I'm sort of... (Chandler leans in an kisses her) (She pulls away) Hey!
Monica: Yeah, yeah, it's interesting.. but y'know what? Just for fun, let's see what it looked like in the old spot. (She moves it.) Alright, just to compare. Let's see. Well, it looks good there too. Let's just leave it there for a while.
Chandler: Well, you have to honest with her! Otherwise you may think that youre going down the same path, but youre really going down different ones.
Monica: Well, I want he baby to come out all cute and fat!
Rachel: Oh well, hello. This is your lucky day Mr. Bowmont, the uh gentleman day sailer as just become available again and I believe that you made a bid of $18,000.
Monica: Well uh, you and I are just goofing around, I thought, why not goof around with him.
Monica: Well, shes not going to find them lying in the grass like that.
Joey: Well hurry, I can't feel my ears!
Phoebe: Well, you're not, (she tries to smile and contain her anger, but loses it) You're not... you're not... again, you're not SPEAKING FRENCH!
Joey: Oh. Well, the way I see it, the guy's upset here, y'know? I mean, his wife's dead, his brother's missing... I think his butt would be angry here.
Cliff: Well uh if you must know Im a widower.
Rachel: Well thats gross, why dont you just take it outside and throw it in a dumpster?
Chandler: Well, I think you need to come out of your shell just a little.
Ross: Well I I havent actually told her yet. I dont want to scare her off, yknow?
Joey: Well, why dont you tell me what youre supposed to be! Huh? Because I sure as hell cant figure it out! I talk to you and nothin. You look at me, and its nothin. (He kisses her) Nothing.
Phoebe: Well, not anything, I mean...
Joey: Yeah well, Im guessing after this shes not going to be crazy about electricity either.
Joey: Well, not so good. She definitely thinks tonight is the night we're gonna... complete the transaction, if you know what I...
Phoebe: Well, I'm watching it for some friends who went out of town. Wait. (She bends down, picks up the dog, and waves with one of its paws) Hello, my name is Clunkers. May I please stay with you nice people?
Phoebe: Well, I would love to but the bike got stolen and the police have no suspects. (Ross just happens to have his hand on a sheet that is covering something that suspiciously looks like a bike.)
Rachel: Well, as long as we are clear about that. (Exits smugly.)
Ross: Uhm, well... I'm here to see if you'll give Rachel her job back.
Rachel: Well, it wasn't just me, alright? He freaked out too! He couldn't even undo my bra!
Rachel: Well, for your information, Paolo is gonna be in Rome this New Year, so I'll be just as pathetic as the rest of you.
Phoebe: Well I dont, I dont have a mother so often I forget that other people
Chandler: Well, we are fond of the silliness, but we also have a soft spot for the love.
Richards Date: Well, I just wanted to see where you lived. Now, give me the tour.
Stephanie: Well the divorces dont bother me, Id date him. But, not while hes still married.
Ross: Well, I was with Carol for like eight years and I lost her. And now if it's possible I think I love you even more. So, it's hard for me to believe that I'm not gonna, well that someone else is not going to take you away.
ROSS: Well it's really. . . sexy. I wouldn't have thought it would be but. . . wow.
Chandler: Well, it's not.
Ross: Well, we-we havent said that to each other yet, but I guess its okay to say it to other people.
Ross: Well, Chandlers my oldest friend, but Joeys myNo! Ah! (points at Rachel)
Joey: Well, with Dr. Drake they always tell me what to say. And with Joey, I pretty much have to make it up on my own.
Rachel: Well, I've been better.
Chandler: Well, y'know two regulars. And ah one that barely qualifies as... (starts to kiss her again, but she gets up.) Ahh, what?
Rachel: Well, Im miserable here! I might as well make some money out it!
Rachel: Okay, okay. Umm, well ah, maybe he, maybe he feels awkward because you are my boss.
Ross: Well it's okay. Chandler is talking to her.
Mrs. Geller: Chandler! Youve been Rosss best friend all these years, stuck by him during the drug problems. (Ross gets disgusted.) And now youve taken on Monica as well. Well, I dont know what to say. Youre a wonderful human being.
Rachel: Oh... (holding Ross's shoulder) Well...
Phoebe: Well, do you see any babies?
Rachel: Well Ill tell ya! (Pause) See uh my-my boss and his wifeThey-they cant have children. So umm, and thatwe were at the Christmas party, and he got drunk, and he said to me, "Rachel, I want to buy your baby."
Rachel: Oh, well, I...It's kind of weird talking to you about this, but...
Rachel: Well, it was good.. until we got back to our apartment, and then we were fooling around and he started to put his hand up my leg and I kept slapping it away!
Joey: (laughs that one off) Yeah. So uh Ross, well nowwhy did that first marriage breakup? Was it because the woman was straight or she was a lesbian?
Ross: Well, it turns out that she is going to Daytona for spring break woo-hoo. That means, that means wet T-shirt contests, guys doing shots off of girls bodies, waking up next to people you dont even know
Rachel: Well okay, how about four hours in a freezing museum auditorium listening to Professor Pitstains and hes Hey everybody! Remember that thing thats been dead for a gazillion years. Well theres this little bone we didnt know it had!
Monica: Okay, well, bye!
Phoebe: Well last night, I met Monicas.
(Ross continues to climb down. He puts his other foot further down on Joeys torso, but that doesnt work very well and hes forced to wrap his legs around Joey. Which then forces Joey to get a nice and close view of Rosss crotch.)
Chandler: Well, that can't be good!
Phoebe: Umm, well hes very dashing, y'know, and umm, very, very sophisticated, and he doesnt speak any English, but according to his translator, he totally gets me.
Chandler: Well, I can't do it either.
Ross: Well, I don't know.... (gestures) huh-huh.... but I'm hoping (gestures) huh-huh.
Phoebe: Well, I've never gone this fast before.
Rachel: Well...
(Rachel leaves as well.)
David: Well, Im very glad youre here. (Kisses her hand.)
Julie: Well, Ross and I were in grad school together.
Chandler: Well, at least the perfume is not mine, be thankful for that!
Phoebe: Sure, yeah. I mean, its Joey. I dont want him to get hurt. Well, I must say, I am on fire! First Chandler, now Joey!
Paul: Well, you might try accidentally breaking something valuable of hers, say her-
Joey: Well, I know what's the matter with me.
Monica: Well, now she has no eyebrows, mission accomplished.
Ross: Well, if whats in the bottle is actually 30. I mean sometimes you get 30, sometimes its-its get 4, and I swear to God more often than not its just milk.
Ross: Can you say Da-Da? See, Im gonna tell your mommies you said it anyway, so you might as well try
Janine: Well, I think I'll go and unpack.
Chandler: Well, thanks a lot for hookin me up Rach. I want you to know that I want you to attend our wedding as my guest.
Friend No. 1: Well, I would like to propose a toast to the woman, who in one year from today, become Mrs. Dr. Barry Farber DDS
Joey: Well, that-that-thats it? Youre gonna, youre gonna put it on your self or anything?
Rachel: Well, you ripped the paper out of the court reporters machine!!
ROSS: Well, hey. You're an actor, I say you just suck it up and do it. (Rachel looks at him in disbelief) Or you just do it.
Richard: Well I know I was an idiot! And I tried to forget you, I really did! Yknow after we had lunch last year I spent six months in Africa trying to get you out of my head!
Rachel: Well, I guess that's all in the past, now.
Rachel: Well, youre lucky you never met that bitch Sharon Majesky. Anyway, umm The rest of you life, yknow? Any regrets?