words in movies
Joey: Hey, is this person who decides whether or not you... get a baby?
Ross: Good, you don’t want to be one of those mothers who pass on their irrational fears on their children, do you?
Phoebe: We, you know, we’re different! We don’t care about having a huge party. (She picks up the veil) This is really nice for you, but, oh, please, I put this on? (she puts it on) And, ow, I look (she looks her reflex image on a toaster), why, well, radiant. (pause) All right, well, who cares, I don’t need a pretty veil and a fancy dress.
Phoebe: Hey, that’s not fair! A person’s wedding is important! And especially to me! Ok? I didn’t have a graduation party! And I didn’t go to Prom. And I spent my sweet sixteen being chased round a tire yard by an escaped mental patient who is his own words wanted to “kill me” or whatever. So I deserve a real celebration and I am not gonna let some sweaty little man make me feel badly about it.( She storms out)
Laura: Oh, it's nothing. I went on a date with a guy who lived in this building and it didn't end very well.
Chandler: Oh, it's just some crazy guy who roams the halls here. He's great with kids though.
Ross: No! No, no, no, no, okay, it wasn't the swing's fault. It was my fault and kind of that (point to the kid that kicked him) kids fault. Who is still laughing. Nice.
[Scene: Chandler and Monica's apartment. Chandler is still leaning against the door, keeping Joey out, who is still banging and shouting on the other side.]
(cut to Joey on the other side, who finally leaves the door and goes to his apartment)
Rachel: Ok... (and passes the spider to Ross who holds it in between his hands)
(Ross is now preoccupied with the spider, and forgets that Rachel is still using the swing. While trying to get rid of the spider, he stands in front of Rachel, who bumps into him, throwing him on the ground again.)
Joey: Okay, heres a good one for ya. Who do think would win in a fight between Ross and Chandler.
Joey: So, whos the guy?
Joey: is because they were friends first. Y'know? So I asked myself, "Who are my friends?" You and Phoebe, and I saw you first. So
Monica: I don't know, how about the idiot who thought he could drive from Albany to Canada on a half a tank of gas!
Amy: No, he was this creepy guy from high school who had this huge crush on her since like the ninth grade.
ROSS: That doesn't matter. She wanted to call Bob. Hey, for all we know, Bob is who she was meant to be with. You may be destroying two people's chance for happiness.
Monica: Whos David Lynn?
[Scene: A restaurant, Joey and Rachel are still hugging as a waiter walks by the table to talk to the annoying waiter from before who is watching.]
(Rachel joins Monica who is in the kitchen area, opening the wine bottle. Rachel checks that the doctors aren't listening, then lowers her voice anyway.)
Rachel: Ohh. Oh, so you really wanted to learn. Yeah, y'know, Pheebs I just wanted to have fun. Ohh, you know who you should go with?
[Cut to Ross and Monica, who are finally on a platform!]
Ross: You were the 200-pound 11-year-old who rode her!
Rachel: Guess who we ran into today?!
Rachel: (To Phoebe) Why do you care about the guy who won the Paris trip?
Tim: Awww, Ill miss you too Pheebs. (Starts to leave) And I will be holding you, right here. (Holds his hands over his heart, blows a kiss to Phoebe who catches it, and then leaves and Phoebe throws the kiss back.)
[Scene: The Lamaze class, several couples and one trio sit on the floor, introducing themselves to the teacher, whos got as far as a woman sitting next to Ross, Carol, and Susan.]
Chandler: (to the girls who are staring at him) What?
(Rachel looks at Ross, who motions to her to get the cart back.)
SUSIE: I'll be there, and who knows, if things go well, maybe this time I'll get to see your underwear.
Monica: Huh. So you're saying like umm, if there was an award for the best bad massage, well who would get that?
Phoebe: Right. And with who again? (Ross exits.)
Ross: (To Rachel) Hey. Whos that?
(Completely undone by Monica's verbal destruction, Rachel almost loses her balance as she staggers backwards, eyes agog, gasping for breath, and literally not knowing which way to turn. Finally, she escapes into the bathroom while a resigned Dr. Mitchell looks philosophically at Dr. Rosen who seems about remind him of the good old days at the pagan altar.)
Nurse: Dr. Drake who?
Amy: Well who would?
Monica: STOP IT!! ...Oh my God. It's true! Who am I?
Cliff: Oh my God! Thats the doctor who was in my room before!
ROSS: You know what, this is ridiculous, ok. This is your birthday, this is your party. I say we just put 'em all together and if they can't deal with it, who cares.
ROSS: Newly appointed head lunch chef who is also in charge of purchasing--
Monica: What? Who says that?
Chandler: Because that's who I am, okay? I'm sure a mature man like Richard could see a tape like that and it wouldn't bother him. Just'd be another saucy anecdote for him to share at his men's club over brandy and moustaches.
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)
Phoebe: Who cares, it got you here.
Dr. Green: (gets his receipt and notices the twenty) What is this? Who put a twenty down here? Huh?
Rachel: So-so, you missed a message from who? Chandler or your mom? Or Chandler? Or your mom?
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.
Joanna: (from her office) Whos out there?
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?
Chandler: So, who does?
Shelley: Question. You're not dating anybody, are you, because I met somebody who would be perfect for you.
Monica: Shes not pregnant. Its Rachel. Rachels the one whos pregnant.
Chandler: Who walks into a room and asks to see a persons hands?!
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.
Rachel: (gasps) Who got married?! (Ross is as surprised to hear this as she is.)
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?
Chandler: Oh really?! You think youre stronger? Why dont you prove it? (He pushes Ross who starts to fall backwards until Mona catches him.)
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?
Ross: Soon hell be able to call you, that lady he knew who got fired.
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?
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?
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.}
Ross: Who am I?
Rachel: What? Who?
Ross: All right. (He gently tosses the ball to Chandler who catches it.)
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.
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!
Joey: All right! Who is he?
[Scene: A Restaurant, Chandler and Phoebe are entering. This is the place where the guy who bought Chandlers ring is going to propose.]
Chandler: The tall girl who wouldn't sleep with you?
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?
Mr Campbell: So... your resumé is quite impressive. (Mr Zellner who sits behind Rachel shrugs)
Ross: The guy who took Rachel to the prom? Why is he calling you?
Rachel: Oh, no! Who did that?
Joey: Oh, hi, I'm Joey. My stupid friends are buying this house. Who are you?
Chandler: Who cares? Nobody reads those things
Phoebe: Who is this?
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!
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?
Phoebe: Okay, I will. But right after you tell me who the hell you are.
Monica: Alright, who wants to do it?
Joey: Yeah, yeah, she's really into history and foreign movies... And oh, oh, she loves puzzles. Huh? Come on, who loves puzzles?
Ross: Who needs a lease when it's family!
Joey: Hey guys! Look whos back! Its Ray-ray!
Ross: Who is he?
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.
Monica: A love scene? With who?
Monica: Who do you wanna fool around with?
Rachel: ... Ok, who is this?
Joey: Hey! Who was up from 2 oclock this morning until 5 oclock this morning trying to get her back to sleep?
Monica: Who, who are they?
Chandler: Guys, guys, guess who I am?! (starts dancing around in an effort to stop the fighting.)
Joey: That's true. But you know what, it doesn't matter because I already know who you're gonna go home with tonight.
Chandler: Ahh, you know what? That is....Who wouldnt want you?
Charlie: A guy who won two.