words in movies
Joey: Ok, you know what blows my mind? Women can see breasts any time they want. You just look down and there they are. How you get any work done is beyond me.
Phoebe: Oh, ok, you know what I don't get? The way guys can do so many mean things, and then not even care.
Ross: So, uh, Rachel, what are you, uh, what're you doing tonight?
Angela: Yeah, well, sorry, Joe. You said let's just be friends, so guess what?
Joey: What?
Angela: What four of us?
Joey: What?
Ross: So what're you saying here? I should shave again, pick up some wine, what?
Ross: Ok, ok, now what is wrong with my Snuggles? What, it says I'm a sensitive, warm kinda guy, you know, like a warm, fuzzy bear. Ok, I can pick something else up on the way.
Monica: Thank you. So what does this Bob guy look like? Is he tall? Short?
Joey: Which what?
Chandler: What?
Janice: What?
Chandler: (covering) What... did you get me there?
Rachel: What?
Rachel: (holds a pair of panties in front of Ross) Ok, Well, what about these are white cotton panties. Would they go with whites or delicates?
Monica: What?
Joey: You're a lucky man. You know what I miss the most about her? That cute nibbly noise when she eats. Like a happy little squirrel, or a weasel.
Angela: You know what else? He's unbelievable in bed.
Rachel: What uh-oh?
Rachel: Except it didn't. It happened to me. Oh, god, I'm gonna look like a big marshmallow peep. What am I doing? What am I doing? My father's right. I can't live on my own! I can't even do laundry!
Joey: What?
Monica: Oh my god, what were you thinking?
Phoebe: (seeing Rachel's clothes) What a neat idea. All your clothes match. I'm gonna do this.
Ross: What a beautiful story. Hey, I'm fine by the way.
Rachel: What?
Frank: What, wait, you mean like this? (does it)
Monica: What about your massage client?
Rachel: What?
Monica: (on machine) "Hi, it's Monica. I'm just checking in 'cause I got this message from you and I didn't know if it was old or new or what. So, I'm just checkin'. So let me know, or don't, whatever. I'm breezy."
CHAN: Waitress. Got it. You guys wanna play Doom? Or we could keep doing this. What else?
Rachel: So now, what are you doing here?
Joey: What? No! No Ross! No-no! Stop! Im not jumping! Okay, look I have an audition tomorrow and I cant go if I break my leg.
Ross: What... what you working on?
Ross: Hey, if thats what you want to do Im not gonna say no.
Rachel: What? Oh my God! To who?
Phoebe: Wh.. what? No wait, you don't get to leave! I've got a massage client waiting outside my door any minute!
Rachel: W-What are you, what are you talking about?
Chandler: Ross, what're you... what're you... what are you doing? (looks at laptop screen)You're having a memorial service for yourself!?
Joey: What?
Monica: What?! Come on I am tough! Punch me right here! (Her stomach) As hard as you can!
Rachel: What Phoebe? Wait! One time he caught me smoking he said if he ever saw me doing that again hed make me eat the entire pack.
Monica: (on phone) Hello? (Listens) Oh, hi Wendy! (Listens) Yeah, eight o'clock. (Listens) What did we say? Ten dollars an hour?... (Listens) OK, great. (Listens) All right, I'll see you then. Bye. (hangs up)
Monica: Remember that guy that gave me a bad review? Well (Feeds him a spoonful of what shes cooking.) Im getting my revenge!
Rachel: Well, what happened?
Rachel: Oh, I would love some. But y'know what? Y'know what? Let's not drink it here. I'm feeling kinda crazy. You wanna go to Newark?
Monica: But the minute we start to lie to each other (Pauses after she realizes what she's saying.) And by 'we' I mean society.
Monica: What?
Rachel: All right, yknow what, come on, do we really have to watch this while we eat? (She makes a move for the remote.)
Monica: (to the dog) What are you barking at?
Amy: What? What are you gonna do?
Monica: Okay, heres your milk. What do you want to talk about? (She sees that Chandler has fallen asleep and slams the door loudly to wake him up.)
Rachel: (doesn't believe what she's hearing) Seriously?
Rachel: (in disbelief) You WHAT? And I missed it? Because I was giving a makeover to that stupid hippie?
(The gang swaps all the drinks for what they ordered as Phoebe enters. She sits down without saying hi.)
RACH: OK, so that's... that's what, two bottles? And yet somehow we went through five?
Ross: What?
Benjamin: What?
Rachel: (as she's being dragged) What are you? Monica!! Stop it!! Oh my God! Stop it! (Monica drags her totally onto the floor and on her back.)
Chandler: What did I just say?
Chandler: Hey, guys! Come on! You gotta see what Emma just did.
Chandler: Well, that is what happened, and I dont even see you denying this!
Joey: (enters from his bedroom) What?
RYAN: You know what makes the itching even worse?
Joey: Now, what do you say?
Charlie: What?
Monica: What do I smell? (sniffs him) I smell smoke. Huh�did you smoke?
Ross: What?
Chandler: Yeah, I miss that too. I tell you what; from now on well make time to hang out with each other.
Phoebe: So what did you two do about it?
Ross: Hey, what are you doing?
Chandler: What...? NO!
Rachel: What? What secrets? You know secrets? What are they?
Chandler: Whats the second part of your plan?
Rachel: Oh my God, what!?
Rachel: So, uhm... what are you gonna do today?
RACHEL: What, so you go over there, you tell him you think he's cute, what's the worst that could happen?
Monica: Really? What is it?
Chandler: What?
Laura: What was that?
Rachel: (entering) Ugh, you will not believe what that sleaze-ball from Ralph Lauren did too me!
Monica: (aloud) WHAT?
Rachel: Well, so then what are you doing to me? Okay? Just get out of here! All right? Move on!
Chandler: What the hell are you doing?
Monica: (To Chandler) What room should we see next?
Chandler: What?
Laura: What are you doing here?
EDDIE: That's very interesting, ya know, 'cause that's exactly what someone who slept with her would say.
RACHEL: Oh, thanks. So, uh, what are you gonna do this summer?
Mike: What?
Joey: Ha-ha, very funnyLook! I dont know what to do! I really want you guys to get along. Just please come to the movie with us. I mean you owe me!
All: What?
Monica: What? You are way off, lady!
Rachel: So, come on, what was the big news Pete wanted to tell you Mon?! Or should I say Mrs. Monica Becker?
Ross: Hey! Hey, guess what Joey has!
Rachel: No, what?
Joey: (smile fades) What audition?
Ross: Oh! What a game, huh?
Rachel: What are you doing here!
Ross: Yeah. What are we gonna do?
Ross: What is that?
Rachel: Why? Honey, what is the big deal?
Rachel: A mistake?! What were you trying to put it in? Her purse?!
Chandler: That's what our friends call us.
Chandler: What are doing? You know I can only dish it out!
Phoebe: What?
Rachel: what?
Rachel: (To Ross) Great, shoot, what are we gonna do?
Joey: No, no, that's not what I meant. Let's get you a cocktail.
Ross: Look, if you don't know what the word "acrimonious" means, just don't use it!
Phoebe: What? They will be!
(Ross bangs his fists together to tell Chandler off, like what was learned last season. Read about it here.)
Chandler: Well, I'm here to see my old buddy Ben. What are you doing here, weird turtle-man?
Ross: You know what the best part about this is? I can never be fired.
Ross: I'm sorry, man. Hey, y'know what you should do? You should make something happen for yourself. Y'know, like-like write a play. Write a movie! Huh? I mean, what about those Good Will Hunting guys?
Phoebe: Okay, is this the day of good news or what? I got us a job! The wedding reception.
Joey: But Ross, Ross. What do you, what do you think she's going to say?
Sarah: What? what is the matter with you?
Erica: What?
Paul: (barely glancing at her) No. What ever happened to that little dude. (Pause) So full of dreams
Monica: (on phone, faking she's sick) I-I'm not gonna be able to make it into work today, I don't feel very good. (Joey makes a high throw and Monica has to catch it way over her head.) (Not sounding sick) Yes!! (Realizes what she just did.) (Sounding sick again) Wow! Uh, for a second there I thought I was really better, but I'm not. (Hangs up and keeps throwing the ball.)
Chandler: It's so good I don't know what I've done to deserve it!
Joey: Yeah, and you know what? We could do a lot worse.
Phoebe: If you had to, what would you give up, food or sex?
Phoebe: (glancing at her) What?