words in movies
Ross: Things you find in the ocean, (to Joey) You're gonna be on "Pyramid"!!
Ross: Dude. You're married to my sister.
Chandler: You're right, by saying "nice" I'm virtually licking her.
Donny: ...should be playing with the star of "General Hospital" Leslie Charleson. (applause) Welcome everybody. Good luck to all of you. Let's play Pyramid. All right? Now... we flipped a coin before the show, Gene, you won the toss, so you're gonna start. Which category would you like?
Phoebe: Oh, ok. I see what you're doing, that's fine. This is all there is, just tea, uh, ok. (she drinks her tea) Hmmmm... raunchy!
Donny: Uh, Gene, you're gonna have a chance to go to the winner circle in the second half. But right now Henrietta you are going to the winner circle to try your luck for ten thousand dollars, right after this, don't go away.
Roy: Ok, ok, ladies! Can I have your attention, please? (pause) Did someone call for the long arm of the law? (He extends his arm from around his crotch and then upward and outward, towards Phoebe) I should warn you, I have a concealed weapon! (Puts his hands over his crotch) I hope you're familiar with the States penal code, ok, ok, enough teasing. Now for some pleasing!
Phoebe: No, you're not gonna pay him, he didn't do anything!
Roy: Well, look - it's not my fault if you're too uptight to appreciate the male form in all it's glory.
Roy: (making a crying face) Oh, you're mean!
Donny: O-kay... Henrietta, you didn't get all the points you needed, so that means Gene, you are going to the winners circle to try for ten thousand dollars! (Gene is clapping his hands looking very happy and so is Joey) And you're gonna be going there with Joey Tribbiani (Both of their smiles fade away instantly)
Ross: I don't know what... you're talking about.
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.
Phoebe: There you go. Okay, do you think you're gonna be okay?
Joey: Dude, dude! I think you're losing it.
ROSS: Oh, you're right, I'm sorry.
MONICA: For the sixteenth time, no... I do not think you're obsessive.
MONICA: You know what? You're right.
Rachel: Yeah, well, word of advice: Bring back the comedian. Otherwise next time you're gonna find yourself sitting at home, listening to that album alone.
JOEY: Ah, I was just in the bathroom, and there's mirrors on both sides of you. So when you're in there it's like you're peein' with the Rockettes.
JOEY: It's like, you got so many lines to learn so fast, that sometimes you need a minute to remember your next one. So while you're thinkin' of it, you take this big pause where you look all intense, you know, like this.
ROSS: You're over me?
Phoebe: You're going to Minsk.
JOEY: Uhh, well, right now I'm in between things. You know how it is. One day you're processing, the next day you're not so much... processing any more.
Ross: No! That would be stupid! You're having it for me!
Phoebe: Look, Precious... Mike's not worth this. You're an attractive, intelligent woman and let's face it, Mike's kind of a wang. I mean, he proposed to me while he was still seeing you... He was gonna break-up with you on your birthday? And, I don't like to kiss-and-tell, but he cheated on you a lot this weekend.
Ross: Unbelievable, my classmates are gonna think I'm dead, my professors, my... my parents are gonna get phone calls. You're messing with people's feelings here.
RACH: Wait, so, you're going?
Joey: You're not gonna let me buy the Knicks?? I can't believe you're taking this away from me!
Nurse: You're that stupid.
Mrs. Bing: No, really, c'mon. You're smart, you're sexy...
Charlie: You're on fire! I'll call you in the morning, okay?
Mike: Phoebe you're so beautiful. You're so kind, you're so generous. You're so wonderfully weird. Every day with you is an adventure, and I can't believe how lucky I am, and I can't wait to share my life with you forever. (He puts the ring on Phoebe's finger.)
Rachel: Oh! Y'know what? You're right! We meet, you flirted and then bamn nine years later you had me!
Rachel: Oh, you're not gonna tell the whole story about how your parents got divorced again are you?
CAROL: You're right. Of course you're right.
Monica: You're going to China?
Joey: Now, see, I don't believe any of that. I think once you're dead, you're dead! You're gone! You're worm food! (realises his tactlessness) ...So Chandler looks gay, huh?
RACHEL: You're kidding.
MONICA: Say you're sorry.
MONICA: Say you're sorry.
MONICA: No you're not. You're, you're allergic to lobster and peanuts and--oh my god.
Rachel: (looking thoughtful) Ok, that's true. That's true, we can do this. You're right, you're right, we can do this. We're just gonna power through!
Rachel: (shakes her head) Alright, alright look, just uh... just try to remember how you felt when you were in love, and think about that when you're playing the scene.
Rachel: Ross, you're like my best friend.
Dr. Franzblau: You're doing great, you're doing fine.
Ross: You're bleeding.
Ross: (buzzes) Wrong! Now you're single. It's actually secret option number three, you meet her at the gate. That way she knows you love her.
Ross: (Reading the note) We know you're out there. (Rachel gasps)
Phoebe: Oh, you're so screwed. (Monica goes into the guest room)
Chandler: I am trying to open your eyes, my man! Don't you see, if you lived with Phoebe she's always gonna be there. You're gonna get home, she's there. You go to bed, she's there. You wake up and oh yes, she's there!
Monica: Well, you're... you're different funny... I mean, you're... you're more sarcastic a-a-and... well, he does... bits... and impressions... and... and limericks...
PHOEBE: You're not going?
Rachel: Oh Ross, you're so great. [she playfully rubs his head and gets up]
CHANDLER: Hey, listen.� I'm never going to lie to you again, okay?� And I want you to know that nobody thinks you're stupid.
Monica: You're not a senior?
MONICA: I'm not a baby, you're the baby.
MONICA: Oh, you're a grandpa.
JOEY: Alright, just one. [she licks his hands rather emphatically] Wow, you're good at that.
Rachel: Okay... aahhh... Please laugh for mommy... Please? Please laugh for mommy... (Rachel makes a funny face, sticking her tongue out, making a farting noise and using her hands as antlers, wiggling her fingers... No response from Emma...) Not funny huh? Oh so, is it... only offensive novelty rap? Or maybe just, you know, rap in general? 'Cause mommy can rap... (Rachel tries to rap and makes weird movements with her arms in the process.) My name is mommy and I'm here to say / that all the babies are... Oh, I can't rap... Allright sweetheart... This is only because I love you so much, and I know that you're not gonna tell anybody... (Rachel's face is telling "Oh what am I doing? The things I have to go through... and she starts to rap) I like... big butts and I cannot lie... / You other brothers can't deny... / when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist and a round thing in your face... (Emma starts to laugh) Yes! Yes! Yes! YES! Oohhhhh! Oh! (Rachel now really gets into it, and her insecure movements start getting better) I like big butts and I cannot lie... / You other brothers can't deny... Oh Emma you're laughing! Oh you are, you really do like big butts, don't you. Oh you beautiful little weirdo... (Rachel picks up Emma and Ross now enters)
ESTELLE: You're welcome.
Monica: Yeah, you're my husband. I'm not gonna live in a different state than you for 208 days out of the year.
Ross: Look, you'll get there. You're an amazing chef.
Rachel: I don't care that you left. I'm just glad that you're here. Thanks you guys!
MONICA: You're right.
CHANDLER: You're not a dad. You're not a dad.
Mrs. Geller: I'm so glad you could come Chandler, we've got plenty of food so I hope you're hungry.
Ross: It's an honor to meet you. I can't tell you how long I've been an admirer of your work, I mean, that Nobel prize, (he thumbs up) whoooo! I mean, I have to tell you that, you're one of the reasons I got into the field.
Monica: Yeah, good for you. Y'know you're tough, you lived on the streets.
Joey's Hand Twin: You can't sit here if you're not gonna play.
Rachel: Yes, yes, it does. Okay, look, the restaurant called, they wanna know if you're gonna be showing up for work?
JOEY: You're kiddin'.
PHOEBE: Um, is, is there any chance that you're rounding up? You know, like from, like 20?
Monica: Look, I know that you're in a place right now where you really need to hate Julie's guts, but she didn't do anything wrong. I mean, she was just a girl who met a guy, and now they go out. I really think that if you gave her a chance, you'd like her. Would you just give that a chance, for me?
Rachel: All right, well, you're right, these are the best oatmeal cookies I've ever had.
RYAN: You're scratching. Give me the dice.
Monica: Phoebe, we are so proud of you! You're amazing!
Kim: No. No! You're doing great! Dont you give up! That's why we didn't tell you and we're not gonna drag you down with us.
Ross: (Excited) You're never going to guess who I just saw downstairs!
Phoebe: Oh! What's the matter? Are you scared? You're afraid I'm a better singer? You're afraid I'm gonna beat you at singing?
Monica: (interrupting) You have nothing! You're not even going out! You're her baby sitter! You have a 12-year-old girl's job!
Assistant: Yeah, but you're back's a zero. You're gonna wanna even that out.
CHANDLER: What's wrong? What's wrong? You're married that's what's wrong.
Mrs. Geller: I'm not sure I know what you're getting at.
RICHARD: But you're not.
Ross: This is my son having lunch, ok? It's gonna happen a lot, so you'd better get used to it. Now if you have any problem with it, if you're uncomfortable, just ask questions. Carol's fine with it, now come on.
Joey: I gotta tell you. You're the best in the business.
ROSS: Wha... you're uh, you're, you're over me?
Joey: (long pause and he twitches a bit) You're a pain in my ass, Geller!
Ronni: Thanks. You're, uh, you're a good kid.
Chandler: You're in my seat.
Monica: No, Ross, we do not hate Emily. We-we just, we just think that you're having to sacrifice a whole lot to make her happy.
Monica: You're gonna what?
Monica: Well, it doesn't really matter ... you're both wishing for the same thing, right?
Chandler: Huh! So that's what I would look like if I worked out... and was being serviced by a policeman. You're not actually going to send these out are ya?
Ross: You're my friend. I-I had to tell you.
RICHARD: You're strict.
Monica: Phoebe, that's how it starts. I don't need to eat the cake, I'll just smell the icing... why don't I just eat a little sliver, or, okay, just a slice or two. And next thing you know, you're 210 pounds and you get wedged in going down the tunnel slide. Phoebe, honey, I know this is hard. Look, if you talk to him, you're going to wanna see him. And if you see him, you're going to want to get back together with him. I know that's not what you want. (pause) Give me your phone.
Chandler: You know, I - I think you're set with the poultry.
MONICA: You're an opthamologist.
MONICA: Oh my God, you're a freak.
Phoebe: Yes, but I wanted you to want to live with me, but okay, if you're having so much fun over here
Rachel: Well, you're not totally paranoid.
Chandler: And yet you're surprisingly upbeat.
Mike: Well, hey, at least you're getting a proper wedding. I mean, you really deserve that.
Rachel: Oh! Emma, that's right! You're that many!
Chandler: (pretending not to sense the tone) Oooh! I hope you're happy too, honey!
Ross: I thought I heard voices! Hi Charlie! (Kisses her.) Hi Joey. (Hugs him.) And.. Oh! You're gonna have to introduce me to your new girlfriend. (Laughs.) I'm just kidding, I know Rachel, I know. (He squeezes her hand.) Come, please come in. Come in.
RACH: Oh, you're not having fun, are you?
Monica: So you're moving in with him. What happened?
Monica: Wait, Joey! Joey! That doesnt mean that-that you're in love with me!
Phoebe: Well, I didn't get embarrassed running next to Miss (panting). But no, okay. No, no, I can see why running with me would be embarrassing to you. Yeah, okay. You're uptight.
Chandler: (angry) Funniest guy she's ever met! (to the door) I'm funny, right...? What do you know, you're a door... You just like knock-knock jokes... (laughs about himself, but then gets determined again) Save it for inside! (he enters)
MONICA: You can't be a lawyer. You're eight.
Rachel: Wait, wait, Chandler, this is what you're havin' for Thanksgiving dinner? What, what, what is it with you and this holiday?