words in movies
Monica: Aunt Syl, I did this as a favor, I am not a caterer. What do you want me to do with a dozen lasagnas? (listens to Aunt Syl on phone, looks shocked) Nice talk, Aunt Syl. (in New York accent) You kiss Uncle Freddie with that mouth?
Ross: ...nauseous, I'm physically nauseous. What am I supposed to do, huh? Call immigration? (pauses, looks suddenly inspired) I could call immigration!
Susan: Oh, well, is it what we thought it would be?
Ross: Ok, what, what...ok, what did we think it was going to be?
Chandler: What rule? There's no rule, if anything, you owe me a table!
Chandler: What do you mean, like, buy it together?
Chandler: Well, it's a pretty big commitment, I mean, what if one of us wants to move out?
Phoebe: Oh, Paolo, hi, what are you doing here?
Phoebe: Oh, okay, I don't know what you just said, so let's get started.
Monica: Phoebe, what is it?
Monica: Well, what happened?
Rachel: "Ooo," what?
Chandler: So what are you gonna do?
Joey: So what, like people are gonna come in and think, "Uh-oh, I'm outside again?" Of course!
Chandler: (gesturing towards another table) What about the birds?
Chandler: So, what do you think?
Phoebe: No, wait, oh, what are we sorry about?
Chandler: What are you still doing here? She just broke up with the guy, it's time for you to swoop in!
Ross: What, now?
Chandler: My Catholic friend is right. She's distraught. You're there for her. You pick up the pieces, and then you usher in the age of Ross! (Ross and Chandler look off into the distance. Joey, wondering what they are looking at, looks in the same direction)
Monica: Paolo, I really hate you for what you did to Rachel, (hands him a lasagna) but I still have five of these, so heat it at 375 until the cheese bubbles.
Ross: Come here. (he hugs Rachel) Listen, you deserve so much better than him...you know, I mean, you, you, you should be with a guy who knows what he has when he has you.
Ross: What?
Ross: See, Rach, uh, see, I don't think that swearing off guys altogether is the answer. I really don't. I think that what you need is to develop a more sophisticated screening process.
Rachel: No. I just need to be by myself for a while, you know? I just got to figure out what I want
Ross: (astonished) What?
Rachel: What?
Joey and Chandler: What is it?
Chandler: Luckily, the guy she settled for cant hear what youre talking about.
Chandler: Yknow what? You can say goodbye to the tan ones.
Monica: (starting to get up) I gotta go water Pete's plants. (stops) Y'know what, if he's gonna break up with me, maybe I won't water his plants.
Joey: Noooo, that's what I was wearing when I donated. I'm kinda surprised there's any of my boys left.
Ross: What?
Rachel: (laughs) Oh my God. Can you imagine if there was?! I mean, (getting serious) what would happen exactly.
Rachel: What? Wait, what?
ROSS: Hey, Rach, you know what? I think, I think I know what'll make you feel better. How 'bout you make a list about me. RACHEL: Wha... forget it Ross, no, I am not gonna stand here and make a list of. . . ROSS: C'mon Rachel. RACHEL: OK, you're whiney, you are, you're obsessive, you are insecure, you're, you're gutless, you know, you don't ever, you don't just sort of seize the day, you know. You like me for what, a year, you didn't do anything about it. And, uh, oh, you wear too much of that gel in your hair. ROSS: See there, you uhh, alright, ya, you did what I said. RACHEL: Yeah, and you know what? You're right, I do feel better, thank you Ross. [she walks off and Ross puts his hand to his hair] [Scene: Back at Phoebe's. She is on the phone] PHOEBE: Yeah, um, in Albany, can I have the number of Frank Buffay. . . OK, um, in Ithica. . . alright, um, Saratoga. . . Oneonta. Alright, you know what, you shouldn't call youself information. [hangs up] [Phoebe's grandmother enters] GRANDMOTHER: Hey. PHOEBE: Hello grandma, if that is in fact your real name. GRANDMOTHER: C'mon now Phoe, don't still be mad at me. How's it going? PHOEBE: Well, not so good. Upstate's pretty big, he's pretty small, you do the math. GRANDMOTHER: Well, I think you're better off without him. Oh honey, I know he's your daddy but, but to me he's still the irresponsible creep who knocked up your mom and stole her Gremlin. PHOEBE: No I just, just wanted to know who he was, ya know. GRANDMOTHER: I know. OK, I wasn't completely honest with you when I told you that, uh, I didn't know exactly where he lived. PHOEBE: Whattaya mean? GRANDMOTHER: He lives at 74 Laurel Drive in Middletown. If you hit the Dairy Queen, you've gone too far. You can take my cab. PHOEBE: Wow. Thank you. GRANDMOTHER: Now, remember, nobody else drives that cab. PHOEBE: Uh-huh, got it. Ooh, I'm gonna see my dad. Wish me luck, Grandpa! [blows a kiss to a picture of Einstein]
Joey: Ugh! I dont know what Im going to do! I called the company that sent and th-they dont care! Then I called 9-1-1 and they laughed at me, if this isnt an emergency, then what is?
Phoebe: So what were you doing out there, do you not like Charlie?
Phoebe: What?
Rachel: What? Who the hell is Emily(realises) noooo!!
Rachel: Oh Ross, come on! You just did what you had to do.
Monica: What took you so long?
Monica: What happened?
Chandler: (suppressing a smile) What I do do is manage to uh, create an atmosphere of support for the people working with me.
Susan: You know what your problem is? You're threatened by me.
Ross: What thing?
RACHEL: What you got there? Something else that's not yours that you can break?
Monica: What is the worse part?
Joey: Hey, you know what naked card game is never boring?
Ross: That is what the thing is.
Phoebe: Hey!-Hey! Whats going on?
Joey: What are you mad at me for?!
Monica: (starting to cry) Im a good person. And Im a good chef, and I dont deserve to have marinara sauce all over me! Yknow what, if you want me to quit this bad, then all you have to do is
Ross: Correct. In what part of her body did Monica get a pencil stuck at age 14?
Phoebe: What?!
Monica: What?
Rachel: What?
Rachel: Yeah, and yknow what? I love them both, so why dont you just pick one and thatll be it.
Chandler: What?! What-what is it?!
PHOEBE: OK. [singing] Smelly cat, smell-ly cat, what are they feeding you? Smelly cat [back up singers start singing smelly, smelly, smelly, smelly behind her] Oh woah, oh my God. I mean like, who was that?
Rachel: Well, what is a boss for? Hug it out! (They hug)
Rachel: Whats this? Is this Rosss wedding invitation?
Big Nosed Rachel: Y'know what? I've just had it with high school boys! They are just silly. (Ross is overhearing this.) Silly, stupid boys! I'm going to start dating men!
Hooker: Whats taking you boys so long?
Ross: I think I might know what this is about.
Phoebe: What is that?
Joey: (contemplates for a few moments what Rachel just said) NAH! I don't have another level!!
Rachel: You know what? There is a little part of me that really thought we were gonna win.
Phoebe: Ross, how about you. What would you give up, sex or food?
Chandler: All right. I'll tell you what. When we're 40, if neither one of us are married, what do you say you and I get together and have one?
Phoebe: It's okay. Actually y'know what, it's kinda cool. 'Cause it's like y'know, one life ends and another begins.
Joey: (on phone) Hello? (Listens) What are you talking about? The auditions not til 5:00! (Chandler suddenly remembers and looks at the unfinished message then tries to sneak over and finish it as Joey listens.) Well, nobody told me! (Listens) Whod you talk to? (Listens and turns around to see Chandler trying to finish the message.) Nevermind! (Hangs up.)
JOEY: What are these, like famous chickens?
Phoebe: What are you, what are you talking about? How did this happen?
Joey: No ... the leather sticks to my ass. You know, this isn't fair. What makes you think that I'm just gonna sleep with her and then blow her off? Huh? Can't you guys open your minds to the possibility that I actally like her, and might want something real? (pause) Look, the truth is, I haven't felt this way about anyone since Rachel, ok? I didn't think I could ever love again.
Emily: Really? About what?
Ross: (British) Come again? Whats-whats this nonsense? (Giggles.) (American.) All right, Im-Im not English. Im from Long Island. I was really nervous and the accent just uh, just came out. Im sorry. So, if we could just get back to the lecture. Umm, were there any questions? (Everyone raises their hands) About paleontology. (They all put their hands down.) All right, look I was just trying to make a good first impression. Obviously, I screwed up. But what you guys think of me is really important because Im-Im hoping to get a permanent job here. So if you just give me another chance to make a good impression
Ross: Yknow what? I-Im not even gonna talk about this. Okay? This little thing is over. I know you have a girlfriend! Okay(Ned looks shocked)Yeah! And I know about the other professors! How do you think that makes me feel Ned?! You used me! You dont love me and you never did! (Ross turns around to make a grand exit but runs into two colleagues.) Ah Professor Winston, Professor Fredrickson, Ill be right with you. (To Ned) Dont make this worse and Ill give you a C. (To the professors) Shall we? (They leave.)
Phoebe: Hey Joey, yknow what? You are way to good for her.
Monica: What?!
JOEY: Phoebs look, if you want to know what the deal is, you're just gonna have to ask him.
Chandler: (coming out of his apartment and seeing Ross) What did you do?
Monica: What?! You can'twhat did you tell her?
Chandler: So um, Mary-Angela, whats your second favorite?
Phoebe: Hi! And you're going into what grade?
Rachel: Phoebe, come on! What is the big deal? I thought this was going to be something we could do together! Y'know, I thought it would be fun!
PHOEBE: [singing] Smelly cat, smell-ly cat, what are they feeding you? Everybody.
Phoebe: Awe, this is so sweet of you! But you know what? I won’t be needing a veil, I actually won’t be wearing a dress at all!
JOEY: Hey, hey, check it out, guess what I got.
Ross: What?! No! No! Thats-thats time-out!
Rachel: Thank you Joey. You know what? I'm not even sure I can have caffeine.
MONICA: Remember it? What do you think this is, a freckle?
Joey: (trying to act like hes not the one that stinks.) Whoa! Yeah, what the hell is that? What smells so bad?
Tag: Look Rachel, I know what youre going through. Im totally freaked about turning 25.
Ross: (stunned) Dude, what are you doing?
Phoebe: To see if know what these guys are talking about.
Rachel: Well y'know if you, if you started smoking again you could've at least told me! Come on, give me one of those! What are we talking about?
Monica: What you guys don't understand is, for us, kissing is as important as any part of it.
Ross: For what?
Rachel: Like what?
Ross: It's all working out! Me & Charlie, and you two. You know what we should do?
Joey: Monica? What time is it?
Monica: What do you say?
Ross: Thats not what this is about okay? I-I am a sports car enthusiast. I have always been into cars.
Joey: What's the big deal? You just say what you want to do to her. Or what you want her to do to you. Or what you think other people might be doing to each other. I'll tell you what. Just try something on me.
Chandler: But I made you a tape of what I think are all romantic songs.
Phoebe: What?! I thought you were crazy about her!
Ross: Hey, what you do on your own time...
Ross: What?!
Phoebe: Yeah, and yknow what? I dont give a tiny rats ass.
Rachel: What?
Chandler: What? Why?
Joey: (wipes face) So what are we gonna do?! We have no reinforcements! No-no food!
Monica: What did you say?
Rachel: Wait, what am I gonna do?
Ross: What are you doing?
Chandler: Are we gonna talk about what you guys did last night? Or
Ross: Guess what? I made Emma laugh today.
Ross: Hey! What are you guys looking at?
Ross: Yknow what I think it is? I think youve made such a nice home for her over the last nine months that she just doesnt want to leave.
Phoebe: Thats what I said.
Rachel: So what are you guys going to do?
Joey: But what if uhand Im not saying she will beBut
Joanna: Oh, Rachel, (pause) actually, y'know what, forget it.
Monica: What?
(and another bell for the correct answer. "3 to win" and "What a dog might say")
Chandler: (shocked) What?
Phoebe: Count for what?