words in movies
Chandler: You're kidding!
Ross: Look, she loved her job here. And let's face it: you're not gonna find anyone who did it as well as she did it. Isn't that true?
Phoebe: (picking up her bag) All right, so promise you're gonna wait for her to call you?
Joey: (still scared) Ok-ay. I just, I can't believe you're calling me?
Phoebe: (Looks around) It's alright. Look kiddo, I gotta go. Good luck with the career. You're gonna be huge.
Chandler: Wait! I just want you to know that... I'm so happy you're going to be here.
Ross: That's great! So you're staying in New York!
Ross: You're excited, right?
MR. GELLER: Of course she would, you're a college man.
Rachel: Right! You're right!
Monica: No you're not.
Monica: Honey, you're not pathetic, you're sad.
Rachel: You're welcome.
Monica: You're welcome.
Ross: Let-let me make sure I'm hearing this right, you're ending this with me because I'm too whiney? (Janice makes an agreeing sound.) So you're saying, I've become so whiney that I annoy you, Janice.
JOEY: No no, uh, don't thank me for comin' in. Uh, at least let me finish. Uh, we could take the expressway but uh, this time of day you're better off taking the budge. You were goin' for the word bridge there weren't ya. I'll have a good day. [gets up and leaves]
Joey: Yeah I guess you're right.
Rachel: Oh, I'm sorry, you're right.I'm sorry, good luck! (they hug)
Ross: You're welcome, Ben. Merry Christmas, ooh, and Happy Hanukkah!
ROSS: [smells Ben's butt] No no, you're fine, you're fine.
MONICA: You're still gonna pay me, right? Or something a little less selfish.
Monica: You're not just saying that are you?
Terry: Rachel, Rachel, sweetheart. You're a terrible, terrible waitress. Really, really awful.
Chandler: You're damn right I'm right. I say you show this guy what you're made of. I say you stand your ground. I say you show him that you are the baddest hombre west of the lingerie.
Monica: (having the same problem) You're the best friend I ever had.
PHOEBE: You're there!
Ross: Yeah, you're right, thanks Pheebs, I'm gonna go find her.
Phoebe: Yeah you're always singing "Yummy yummy yummy, I've got love in my tummy"
Cop: Yeah. Ever since you flashed my badge at me, I kinda can't stop thinking about you. You're the prettiest, fake undercover whore I've ever seen.
Rachel: You're not an artist.
Rachel: No, you're right. Well, we'll find something. Let's just get you out of that. Come on.
Ross: All right. (Reading.) A room. A man enters, he looks suspicious. (Stops reading a flips the page to find the next one is blank.) That's it? (Joey shrugs.) Joey, you're supposed to have five pages done by now! Including an exciting incident! (Flipping through the rest of the pad.) And what is, and what is all this?! (Reading.) The official rulebook of Fireball.
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.
Ross: Things you find in the ocean, (to Joey) You're gonna be on "Pyramid"!!
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.
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!
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.
Phoebe: Oh, you're so screwed. (Monica goes into the guest room)
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...
Dr. Franzblau: You're doing great, you're doing fine.
Ross: You're bleeding.
Ross: (Reading the note) We know you're out there. (Rachel gasps)
PHOEBE: You're not going?
Rachel: Oh Ross, you're so great. [she playfully rubs his head and gets up]
MONICA: I'm not a baby, you're the baby.
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: Oh, you're a grandpa.
Ross: Look, you'll get there. You're an amazing chef.
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)
Monica: Yeah, you're my husband. I'm not gonna live in a different state than you for 208 days out of the year.
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.
ESTELLE: You're welcome.
Mrs. Geller: I'm so glad you could come Chandler, we've got plenty of food so I hope you're hungry.
MONICA: You're right.
Rachel: I don't care that you left. I'm just glad that you're here. Thanks you guys!
CHANDLER: You're not a dad. You're not a dad.
Monica: Yeah, good for you. Y'know you're tough, you lived on the streets.
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.
JOEY: You're kiddin'.
Rachel: Yes, yes, it does. Okay, look, the restaurant called, they wanna know if you're gonna be showing up for work?
Joey's Hand Twin: You can't sit here if you're not gonna play.
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.
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.
RYAN: You're scratching. Give me the dice.
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!
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?
Ross: (Excited) You're never going to guess who I just saw downstairs!
Monica: Phoebe, we are so proud of you! You're amazing!
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.
Ronni: Thanks. You're, uh, you're a good kid.
Joey: I gotta tell you. You're the best in the business.
ROSS: Wha... you're uh, you're, you're over me?
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.