words in movies
Rachel: You're hurt!
Chandler: Well, why don't you send her a musical bug, op, no you already did that. All right look, you're going to have to go there yourself now, okay, make a few surprise visits.
Monica: Hey Joey! Aww, you remembered even though you're a big star!
Chandler: Dude, you're shaking!
CHANDLER: So, whaddya say boys, should I call him? [squeezes the ear of one of the slippers and it barks] Well, ya know what they say. Ask your slippers a question... you're going crazy.
The Casting Director: (entering) Okay, Raymond, Joey you're up.
Monica: You're not sick!
Rachel: Joey, you're so sweet.
Monica: Come on. I know you're not eighteen anymore, but give it a minute.
Joey: That's true. But you know what, it doesn't matter because I already know who you're gonna go home with tonight.
Phoebe: Okay, now you're just taking lines right out of the song!
Amy: Oh my god. You're on Days of Our Lives.
Monica: Oh, you're so wonderful.
Rachel: No, you're right, you are absolutely right. I mean that makes, that makes everything different.
Rachel: Yeah. I just, I kept trying to make you a better person, but you're... you're already a pretty perfect version of what you are.
Erica: Gosh, you know, you're just such an amazing couple. It's... kind of intimidating.
Joey: (to Charlie) You're ready?
Rachel: Which you're not, because you've totally hung up on him!
Joey: Yes, now is when you swoop! You gotta make sure that when Paolo walks out of there, the first guy Rachel sees is you, She's gotta know that you're everything he's not! You're like, like the anti-Paolo!
David: You're kidding me. Because I'm not seeing anybody, I've just totally made that up.
Monica: (sarcastically) Well, I hope you're happy!
Charlie: You're married more than once?
Charlie: You're... you're kidding, right?
Mike: You're ready to play?
Rachel: Ok... uh... maybe you're not always going after the wrong girl...
Monica: Oh my God! You're good!
Chandler: (Still in a loving voice) You're welcome, sweetheart.
Mike: Yeah - not such a problem with rats. No, they're more of a "love the one you're with" kind of animals.
Chandler: You're on!
Joey: Is that why you're on this trip, huh? Make me feel like a loser? 'Cause if it is, I'll tell ya, I-I-I'd rather be alone.
PHOEBE: And because you're both, you know, white women.
Ross: You're filthy!
Phoebe: Aaah... you're not good at this...
Phoebe: You know, now you're more like, you know like, "Mr. Caring Boss," "Mr.", you know, "I'm one of you, Boss," "Mr., I wanna be your buddy, Boss Man Bing!"
JOEY: Hey.� How come you're answering your own phone?� Where's your crazy assistant?
Joey: Yeah, but, Ross, I mean, you're not okay with it.
Chandler: Wow! So tonight may be the night! You're nervous?
Joey: Hey, you can't say you're breezy, that, that totally negates the breezy.
Ross: Oh, you know what? You're gonna get it. I-I-I-I can feel it.
Joey: Ok, you're scaring me a little bit.
Phoebe: Yeah, I guess you're right.
Rachel: Aah... I bet you're right.
Ross: You're right. There isn't a decent outlet.
Rachel: Oh, well, (looks at her box and chair) you're not catching me on my best day.
Rachel: C'mon Daddy, listen to me! It's like, it's like, all of my life, everyone has always told me, 'You're a shoe! You're a shoe, you're a shoe, you're a shoe!'. And today I just stopped and I said, 'What if I don't wanna be a shoe? What if I wanna be a- a purse, y'know? Or a- or a hat! No, I'm not saying I want you to buy me a hat, I'm saying I am a ha- It's a metaphor, Daddy!
Phoebe: Well, if you're leaving, I'm definitely gonna go.
Monica: Well, no, not at all, you're not terminal, you just, you just need some damage control.
Mike: Ok, unless you're not gonna try to get me to join a cult are you?
Amy: You're not Rachel.
Joey: Really? Think about it. Come on! You're a beautiful woman, smart, funny, we had a really good time, huh? If I had your number, why wouldn't I call you?
Amy: You're not good!
The Saleswoman: You're telling me this couch was delivered to you like this?!
Phoebe: Oh, David, I, I think you are a sweeping sorta fella. I mean, you're a sweeper! ...trapped inside a physicist's body.
Rachel: Okay, first of all, if you keep calling it that, no one's gonna ever take it. Then, second of all you're not actually gonna have sex with him! You're just gonna make him think that you are.
MONICA: That's good, have a seat. Um, the doctor says it's gotta be a needle. You're just gonna have to be brave, ok? Can you do that for me?
Amy: You're kicking me out?
Ross: No, you both are equally capable. Its just.. you're strongest when.. when you're together.
Pizza Guy: Wait, you're not 'G.Stephanopoulos?' Man, my dad's gonna kill me!
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: You're mean!
Ross: You can't go, I mean you're the glue that holds this group together!
Phoebe: You're not making the pies yourself?
Phoebe: You're also so generous and kind and scrappy!
Joey: There it is, you're blushing!
Julie: (To Rachel) Oh, you're losin' your apron here, let me get it. There you go. (Ties it back up for her)
ROSS: Animal sex, animal sex? So what're you saying, I mean, you're saying that like, there's nothing between us animal at all. I mean there's not even like, uhm, a little animal, not even, not even like, like chipmunk sex?
Monica: See, didn't I tell you?! You're getting over Ross already!
Monica: You're right. I'm sorry. I should've told you.
Chandler: You're gonna be great.
Ross: You're wearing the same shirt.
Rachel: What? What are you talking about?! You-you're the one who's been telling me to get over Ross and move on. I'm moving on, and you're moving on with me. Come on, give me one good reason why you don't wanna go.
Chandler: Wait a minute, wait a minute, I see where this is going, you're gonna ask him to New Year's, aren't you. You're gonna break the pact. She's gonna break the pact.
Phoebe: So you're gonna move?
Chandler: You're Jewish.
Rachel: You're fly is open, Geller!
Monica: I hope you're not full, 'cause dinner's almost ready.
Phoebe: (to Monica) You're gonna be okay?
MONICA: Look honey, I wanted you to hook up with Ross as much as you did. But he's with her now and you're just gonna have to get over it.
Roy: (making a crying face) Oh, you're mean!
Joey: Ok! Stop it you guys! Stop staring! You're freaking me out!
Joey: Hey, you're Mike's parents, right?
Rachel: Oh! Molly! You're not Ross.
Rachel: Oh Ross, you're so great. (she playfully rubs his head and gets up)
Charlie: So you're up for keynote speaker! Who's making the decisions?
Phoebe: YOU'RE FIRED! (mimes the CUT again) (pause and she raises her glass) Cheers! (Chandler raises his, smiling and Monica stares at him and he puts down his glass.)
Ross: Dude. You're married to my sister.
Monica: You're a really good kisser.
Ross: Please, you're going down!
Phoebe: All the time when you're cooking.
Rachel: Ok, maybe you're right.
Monica: Well, if you're gonna be totally rational about this, I can't argue with you! All right? Fine, if you wanna tell him, tell him. I just don't want to be a part of it.
Rachel: Oh... you're so sexy!
Chandler: Alright look, let's think about this, ok, do you really think that people are gonna stir up your family at this tragic time? That people are gonna post condolences on a website? This is not about people not caring that you're dead .This is about people not having a decent outlet for their grief.
Ross: Oh, that'd be great! Okay, but if you do, make sure it seems like you're there to see him, okay, and you're not like doing it as a favour to me.
Rachel: You know it was you're uhm... birthday...
Ross: You sure you're alright?
Monica: You should feel great about yourself! You're doing this amazing independence thing!
Monica: (to Joey) I'll pick you up at eleven. So glad you're coming.
Ross: Have you seen this? It's a new alumni website for college! It's cool! You can post messages for people, let everyone know what you're up to.
Mike: (afraid) You're kidding right?
Phoebe: You're not serious, right?
Joey: Oh, yeah, sure, easy for you, you're young. Me, I'm set in my ways.