words in movies
Phoebe: Oh, honey, honey, tell them the story about your patient who thinks things are, like, other things. Y'know? Like, the phone rings and she takes a shower.
Ronni: Now, y'see, most people, when their pets pass on, they want 'em sorta laid out like they're sleeping. But occasionally you get your person who wants them in a pose. Like, chasing their tail, (Demonstrates) or, uh, jumping to catch a frisbee.
Monica: Okay...who are you?
Monica: You may be okay about getting hurt, but I am not okay with being the one who hurts you. Thats why I cant take this job.
RACHEL: Yes you do. You think of it as your apartment, and I'm just somebody who rents a room.
Ross: (Enters from his bedroom)Who the hell was that?!
Ross: No need to point, she knows who Ross is.
Chandler: This is so bad. If-if youre not Mary-Angela, then-then who is?
Joey raises his hand: Uh.. who has to die for me to get her?
Mike: Sure (looks confused) who are you?
Spokeswoman: And the man who made all this possible... Mr. Peter Becker.
PHOEBE: Well I have a video, you have to pay attention. No this, this voice woman, she's so talented but, according to the producer people, they said she doesn't have like the right look or something, ya know. I mean, it's like, she's like one of those an imals at the pound who like nobody wants 'cause they're not pretty enough or you know. Like, like some old dog who's just kind of like stinky and. Huuuuh, oh my God, she's smelly cat. Oh, oh that song has so many levels.
Rachel: No! No, shesShe was nice. I mean, shes a little slutty, but who isnt?
Roy: No, no, you're right. Who am I kidding? I should have hung up that breakaway jockstrap years ago. What am I gonna do? I mean, this has been my life for thirty two years. Taking my clothes off in front of people is all I know.
Joey: You like someone. Tell me who it is. Who is it? (tickles her a little)
Dr. Green: (gets his receipt and notices the twenty) What is this? Who put a twenty down here? Huh?
Phoebe: Who cares, it got you here.
Ross: Yeah and we'd want to make sure Emma has someone like Monica who is more uh. uh discliplinarin.. someone who can be firm and strict.
Rachel: So-so, you missed a message from who? Chandler or your mom? Or Chandler? Or your mom?
Shelley: Question. You're not dating anybody, are you, because I met somebody who would be perfect for you.
Ross: You know what, its, its better this way anyway. I mean I dont know what I was thinking, going down that road again with us. Its just much easier if were just friends who have a kid.
ERICA: No, no no no, you don't have to tell me anything. You don't have to explain yourself to me. Ooh, who am I to question the great Dr. Drake Remore?
Joanna: (from her office) Whos out there?
Phoebe: Hello, tiny embryos. Well, Im-Im Phoebe Buffay, hi! Im-Im-Im hoping to be your uterus for the next nine months. You should know, that were doing this for Frank and Alice, who you know, youve been there! Umm, yknow they want you so much, so when you guys get in there, really grab on. Okay, and-and I promise that Ill keep you safe and warm until youre ready to have them take you home, so Oh! And also, umm next time you see me, Im screaming, dont worry, thats whats supposed to happen.
Monica: Shes not pregnant. Its Rachel. Rachels the one whos pregnant.
Chandler: So, who does?
Chandler: Who walks into a room and asks to see a persons hands?!
Phoebe: Ok. Do we have to talk like that then they're not around? (She sees Rachel) Oh, no, no! Listen, is there someone who can fill in for me?
Joey: (to the camera) Hello, Im Joey Tribbiani! Lets play Bamboozled! Erin, you get the first question! In hockey, who is known as The Great One?
Rachel: (gasps) Who got married?! (Ross is as surprised to hear this as she is.)
Ross: Soon hell be able to call you, that lady he knew who got fired.
Chandler: Oh really?! You think youre stronger? Why dont you prove it? (He pushes Ross who starts to fall backwards until Mona catches him.)
Rachel: Who is it?
(The waitress lets her in as Monica is about to throw a lobster into a pot of boiling water (Although, she hasnt taken off the rubber bands that hold the claws, so she cant be that good of a chef). Anyway, guess who the Colonel is by the following phrase.)
Rachel: Who?
Michelle: Ah, who is Emma?
{Transcibers note: Ill finish that one for those of you who dont know what theyre talking about. Where the towels are Hers and Hers and His, Threes Company too! Yeah, thats the theme song for Threes Company.}
Rachel: Oh, okay, well, I think we should let Phoebe decide, because shes the only whos impartial, and shes so pretty.
Rachel: Oh God. You know what? Who you think you are? Who are you to decide what messages I should or should not get?
Rachel: What? Who?
Ross: Who am I?
Ross: All right. (He gently tosses the ball to Chandler who catches it.)
Joey: All right! Who is he?
Joey: Anyway, it wasnt the robot, it was the guy who controls him. Yeah, he doesnt like me. He had C.H.E.E.S.E. knock over the sandwich right when I was reaching for one! Ohh!
[Scene: A Restaurant, Chandler and Phoebe are entering. This is the place where the guy who bought Chandlers ring is going to propose.]
Phoebe: Well, if you must know I have written 14 books. And as I am the only one who has read them, I can tell you that they all have been very well received.
Mr Campbell: So... your resumé is quite impressive. (Mr Zellner who sits behind Rachel shrugs)
Chandler: (grabbing the phone) Of course he has this big huge dog! That uh, barks into the night. (Listens.) Well, who doesn't love dogs? (Thinks.) Ah, he's a tap dancer! (Listens.) Yes, some would say that is a lost art. (Thinks.) He's a pimp! (Listens.) There you go! Yes, he's a pimp. He's a big, tap dancing pimp! (Pause.) Hello?
Ross: The guy who took Rachel to the prom? Why is he calling you?
Chandler: The tall girl who wouldn't sleep with you?
Joey: Hey guys! Look whos back! Its Ray-ray!
Chandler: Who cares? Nobody reads those things
Joey: Oh, hi, I'm Joey. My stupid friends are buying this house. Who are you?
Ross: Oh, hey y'know, they-they really overcharge you for that stuff. (Rachel glares at him.) But who cares?! Because it's all on me! (Rachel reaches into the fridge and pulls out two handfuls of those mini booze bottles.) (Watching her.) That is, one big drink!
Rachel: Oh, no! Who did that?
Phoebe: Who is this?
Ross: Who is he?
Monica: Alright, who wants to do it?
Ross: It is. Eventually, it kind of... burns out. But hopefully, what you're left with is trust, and security, and... well, in the case of my ex-wife, lesbianism. So, you know, for all of those people who miss out on that passion... thing, there's all that other good stuff.
Phoebe: Okay, I will. But right after you tell me who the hell you are.
Monica: Who, who are they?
Monica: A love scene? With who?
Ross: Who needs a lease when it's family!
Monica: Who do you wanna fool around with?
Joey: Hey! Who was up from 2 oclock this morning until 5 oclock this morning trying to get her back to sleep?
Rachel: ... Ok, who is this?
Joey: Yeah, yeah, she's really into history and foreign movies... And oh, oh, she loves puzzles. Huh? Come on, who loves puzzles?
Monica: (gets up) Okay, y'know what, Im not fine, Im not. I mean how can I be fine, hearing you come in with her, she wants to see your bedroom.... (pause) Y'know what, what if were friends who dont see other people?
Chandler: Guys, guys, guess who I am?! (starts dancing around in an effort to stop the fighting.)
Charlie: A guy who won two.
Phoebe: Who else?
Joey: That's true. But you know what, it doesn't matter because I already know who you're gonna go home with tonight.
Rachel: Who (looks around)?
Monica: Im Catwoman, who wants to borrow the dress when youre too big for it.
Rachel: So, Im in my apartment doing the Soap Opera Digest crossword puzzle, and guess who the clue is for three down. (She hands the magazine to Joey.)
Chandler: Ahh, you know what? That is....Who wouldnt want you?
Monica: The guy who made these hates feet and wants to see them die!
Rachel: Yeah. Sure. (Throws some in her bag and she walks away as Phoebe, dressed as Supergirl walks up and eyes Monica who eyes her back.)
Tommy: (entering, finished with yelling at Ross, who follows him in shell shocked) (happily) Hey!
(They stop when they see Ross who has to struggle to get out of the bed.)
Chandler: Yeah, not bad right? You know what, Monicas gonna be working late, so I'm gonna make this place spotless. You know what else I'm gonna do, know what else I'm gonna do? I'm gonna go downstairs, I'm gonna get her some flowers. Now who wouldn't wanna live with me?
Monica: Who did we fight in World War I?
Ross: Oh yeah? Have you ever dated anyone who has been divorced three times?
Mike: Who is this?
Kori: You sick freak, who does that? I can't believe I had a crush on you! (she leaves and slams the door behind her)
Joey: Tell me who it is.
Rachel: (puzzled) Who...?
Joey: What? Why not? Rach, who can you not get?
Rachel: Oh! (pause) Ok. Ok, you really wanna know who it is?
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?
Joey: (stands up) No-no-no-no, no! Who, who were you talking about?
Precious: Hi, I'm Precious, who are you?
(Chandler runs around behind Ross, who pitches him the ball. Chandler runs upfield, and Joey knocks the ball out of his hands.)
(Switch to Phoebe and Mike, who are kissing)
Phoebe: You have a... You have a date? With who?
Phoebe: Uh-hmm. Uh-hmm, whos next?
(He turns to look at Joey who smiles slyly and closes the door leaving them alone.)
Chandler: Oooh, did he put a little starch in your bloomers? (Sits up) Who said that?
Ross: Well I told you it was Chandler who was smoking the pot but it was me. Im sorry.
Monica: Limited seating my ass. Lets see who made the cut. (To the couple sitting to her right.) Hi!
Joey: Yeah, theres this guy from Chicago whos supposed to be the next Martin Scorcese, all right? But then this guys right after him. (Joeys cell phone rings and he answers it.) Hello!
Rachel: Yeah! Guess who walks into my office is the end of my story. (To Monica and Phoebe) It was Ralph Lauren! (Monica and Phoebe gasp) Ralph Lauren walked into my office!
Monica: But then how do we know who wins?