words in movies
Chandler: Hey Rach, now that you're working at Ralph Lauren, can you bring me back some of those polo shirts?
Ross: You're not his godfather.
Phoebe: Cups? You're giving me cups?
Joey: Ross good, I'm uh glad you're here. I wanna talk to you about something.
Ross: Why should Ben step aside? It was his audition in the first place! You-you just tagged along! You're like the uh, tag-a-long dad.
Ross: You're kid's name is Raymond!
Joey: (goes over to Ben) Hi Ben! So you wanna be an actor huh? I gotta tell ya, it's no picnic. There's tons of rejection. No stability. One day you're Dr. Drake Remoray, the next day you're eating ketchup right out of the bottle.
The Casting Director: (entering) Okay, Raymond, Joey you're up.
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.
Kim: Forget it Rachel! We're both so proud of how well you're doing. I'm not gonna let you blow it. In fact, if I catch you with a cigarette, you're fired. So go on, get out of here! Go on, I don't want you breathing this stuff! Go on!
Joey: Well, you're way sounds a lot better than mine. (Thinks about it.) Yeah. Yeah! It's not that I'm a bad actor
Chandler: You're on in 5 Ms. Minnelli.
Joey: Strip joint! C'mon, you're single! Have some hormones!
Chandler: You're pretending the pillow's a girl right?
Joey: Well uh, it's just that uh, y'know if-if you're gonna be wearing someone's sweatshirt shouldn't it be your boyfriends--and Im not him.
Joey: It's okay, Ross, alright? I totally understand. Of course you're not fine. You're.. You're Ross and Rachel.
Ross: No! Okay, you mean, you're not gonna talk to her, you're not gonna tell her how you feel?
Mr. Tribbiani: You're gonna keep an eye on us?
Monica: Sure, every time, you're such a princess...
Amy: You bitch. You just think you're so perfect. With your new baby and your, your small apartment. <directs this to Ross who in turns throws the towel in his hand down on the table> Well let me tell you something. Your baby isn't even that cute.
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. (Does this intense look where it looks like he's smelling a fart.)
Ross: You're right! (Gives her the twenty she won.)
Rachel: No, I just mean that, you know, first impressions don't mean anything. And I-I think you're a really good guy and I'm sorry that I misjudged you.
Phoebe: Well, you're not, (she tries to smile and contain her anger, but loses it) You're not... you're not... again, you're not SPEAKING FRENCH!
Monica: Oh y'know what? If you're gonna be acting like this all night, I really, I don't even want to be around you.
Emily: (on answering machine) Are you thinking about me? Of course you're not, but if you are, call me tonight. Okay, bye.
Ross: Yeah, but you're making me look bad!
Rachel: Are you gonna... you're going to take Hugsy away from a little child?
MR. GELLER: Look, I know what you're going through. When I turned 50 I got the Porsche. You... you got your own little speedster.
Chandler: No, just knowing you're gonna be there is enough.
Monica: (Start annoying hyper-competitive mode now.) (Jumping up) What don't you just calm down Phoebe! All right?! Why dont you just get all your facts before you run around telling everybody that you're the only hot couple!!
MONICA: Not that, this, US. Oh my God, Ross, you-re, you're, it's jus-, you-, ever sin- you been here.
CHANDLER: Oh, you're right I, I should play in the hay. Forget about the fact that I just dropped 400 dollars to replace a bracelet that I hated to begin with. Bring on the hay. [sits down at the bar]
Phoebe: Ohh, well, you're my lucky penny.
KEVIN: All right. It's no big deal. BILL: So, she has a boyfriend. What is your situation? RACHEL: Oh, well, it's complicated. I don't actually have a boyfriend.� But um. . . BILL: Then, can I have your number? RACHEL: (pause) I'm sorry, no. BILL: Okay. (They start to walk away.) RACHEL: Oh sure.� (She pulls a business card from her purse and writes on it.) PHOEBE: (Reading the card.) Oh my God, you're giving your real number. BILL: Okay, thanks. I'll give you a call later tonight. RACHEL: Great. BILL: Bye PHOEBE: Bye. (The guys leave.) Wow. So, that's great. You, Bill, Ross, and Emma are going to be so happy together. What were you thinking?
Ross: You're not going to go.
Monica: Nononononono. Think who you're dealing with here. I mean, I'm not like you. I-I can't even stand in front of a tap class.
Rachel: Oh, I know, I know, the odds are against us, but somebody has to win, and it could be us! And then how you gonna feel? You know, we're gonna be all like "oh everybody, let's take our helicopters up to the cape" and you're gonna be all like "oh, I can't guys, I'll meet you guys up there, I gotta gas up the Hyundai"
Monica: Joey, now that you're okay with the house, do you wanna go see your room?
Chandler: And you're gonna make them all disappear.
ROSS: Well I'm sorry, I think about stuff. Ya know, I mean, you're at work, you're assembling bones, your mind wanders.
Monica: I know what you mean. You're like a sister to me too.
Monica: Do you umm, you really think the best reason to get married is because you're sorry?
MONICA: Wow, for a guy who's recently lost his job, you're in an awfully good mood.
Rachel: Ok, I, I hear what you're sayin'. I'm with you. Um, but I, but I'm trying really hard. And I think I'm doing better. I really do. Does anybody need coffee? (everyone in the place raises their hand) Oh, look at that.
Rachel: Okay Monica, what are you doing? You're gonna lose your job! This is not you!
Phoebe: Why? Just 'cause you're too lazy to get up off your touchie?
Phoebe: Ohh! So you're 5639?!
ROSS: No. You're just gonna have to accept the fact that you're just friends now, OK, you're not... rommmates anymore.
Susan: You know what your problem is? You're threatened by me.
Monica: You know, they're not actually supposed to have... (Ross looks at her sheepishly) I'll work on the lumps. Joey, you're going home, right?
The Teacher: If you're talking about feminism, I think you're right.
Monica: Oh God, stop with the plan! So what, so what you saw him with a girl? Who cares?! That doesn't mean anything! Now look, you're going to go out on a date with Danny and you're going to be so charming he's gonna forget all about that stupid subway girl.
Katie: You're so sweet! (Punches Rachel yet again.)
Kathy: You're kidding! Oh, I love him.
Phoebe: No, but you're questioning my method!
Chandler: You're not even giving them a chance!
Chandler: I don't get it neither, I mean you're obviously desperate, you're asking women how they want to be killed
CHANDLER: (to taxi driver) Just practicing. You're good. Carry on.
Chandler: Oh, uh, yeah... I just knew that sometimes when you're writing, you... you don't always know the exact time.
Joey: You know, on the one hand you're happy for them, but on the other hand it's hard to let go.
Phoebe: Oh, great. Great. You're doing great, you know real strong. Going strong. Keep going.
Ross: (half amused) Wait, wait, (looks around a little) You're mad at me about last night? I was just trying to do the right thing.
Ross: You're nose is bleeding!
ROSS: Ok, then you're gonna have to understand that you're with a guy who's not gonna stop planning his future with you because he knows that we're gonna end up together and if that scares you, tough, 'cause you're gonna have to deal with that.
Joey: Hey, you're not Kip!
Chandler: Nothing! I said, I said "You're so great" and then I just, I just stopped talking!
RTST: It's like I'm lookin' in a mirror. Anyway, they're called "fishtachios". They taste exactly like pistachios, but they're made primarily of reconstituted fish bits. Here, try one. You're not allergic to anything, are you?
TATTOO ARTIST: Alright, blonde girl, you're in room two, not so blonde girl, you're with me.
JOEY: "Heckles, you crack me up in science class. You're the funniest kid in school.
Monica: Hey! Oh, I'm so glad you're home, I thought tonight we could finally organize these photos!
Precious: Screw you, Mike. You're a coward and a bastard, and I hope you rot in hell.
PHOEBE: OK, so what, you're just never gonna see him again?
MONICA: Nothin', nothin', hey you're a cheapasaurus. I'm kidding, I'm kidding, thank you, I'm very greatful.
Janine: Well, I don't think there is anything to do. I mean I think you're really sweet, but I'm just not interested in you like that.
Phoebe: So weird, you think he's so gross and you're willing to eat his crackers. (Mike throws out everything in his mouth)
Phoebe: (sarcastic) Ah, yeah, he's so adorable, God, he's just so much fun, Joey is the best, I'm glad you're having so much fun here. (She turns around, about to leave)
PHOEBE: But Joey, you're gonna be fine. You don't need that show, it was just a dumb soap opera.
MICH: Oy. Look, I've been through a divorce, trust me you're gonna be fine. You just can't see it now because you haven't had any closure.
Chandler: No, you're the best.
Joey: I mean if-if you're thinking it's a woman's bag, it's not. It's a man's bag!
Phoebe: I had to bring them! We killed their mother, they're our responsibility now. You know, they require constant care. You should know that, Rachel, you're a mother.
Larry: Oh, so you're saying you'd choose convenience over health?!
SUSIE: Well um, why don't you call me in 20 years and tell me if you're still upset about this. [she leaves with his clothes]
Ross: Oh, thanks. Oh, you're the best. (They hug.)
Chandler: Well maybe you're going about this the wrong way. You know I mean think about it. Single white male, divorced three times,two illegitimate children. The personal ad writes itself....
Monica: Oh, is that so? Ok. If that's really what you want, then here... I give you the headset. Well, I don't really want to give you the headset. Well I guess if you're taking over, you should probably return these messages. (hands her a stack of papers with messages and calls to return)
PHOEBE: (singing/screaming) You're all invited to bite me!
Phoebe: Well, you're not more excited than I am! No way! I'm the most excited!
Monica: Oh my God! You're water broke!
Monica: And you're not gonna do that.
Monica: Hey, Rach, you're leaving tomorrow, shouldn't you be packing?
Stanley: I don't know. A week? Maybe two? The money will turn up! People will always wanna invest in movies! Hey, you're not rich are ya?
Phoebe: Yeah, ok. I guess you're right. Allright, so we should just give them away. But to nice families, with children, and reduced fat wheat thins. They're Bob's favorites.
Monica: Well sure! I'm just wearing sweats! (Looking at Chandler and slowly realizing what his point is.) But that's good that you're not in love with me, because you just want a girlfriend!
Joey: You're not gonna like it.
MONICA: I can't believe you're dressing up for him. I mean, you're just, you're setting yourself up all over again.
Phoebe: There you go. Okay, do you think you're gonna be okay?
Mary Ellen: Wow, you're a lot nicer on 'Days of Our Lives'.
MONICA: Tonight you're supposed to waitress for me, my catering thing, any of those words trigger anything for you?
Monica: Y'know what? After you're with this woman for like ten minutes, you forget all that. I mean, she is this astounding person, with this, with this amazing spirit.
Amanda: (In a fake British accent) It's so nice to see you! Both of you! Look at me. Look how young I look! (gives her coat to Monica as well) Oh gosh! We have so much to catch up on! But first things first: touch my abs (at which point she grabs both Phoebe and Monica's hands and places them both on her stomach) I don't exercise at all! (she pulls them down to sit.) Oh gosh, so Monica, you're married!
PHOEBE: Does it matter? You're ultimately just gonna die or get divorced or have to blow your pets head off.
Monica: No-no-no, that's a video-phone. But hey guys you're not supposed to be here, so please, do not touch anything.
Rachel: Rachel Green is very happy you're in her room!
Phoebe: You're sure? You're absolutely sure?
Ross: You're on!
MONICA: You're meeting Richard?
Phoebe: Oh, you're a paleonthologist, too! (pause) Oh, ok, now, what do you think of Ranion's new theory of species' variegation in segmented arthopods?
Sleepy girl, sleepy girl. Why won't you go to sleep? Sleepy girl, sleepy girl. You're, you're, you're keeping me uppp! (Yeah, that's to the tune of Smelly Cat.)
Monica: Oh, But you're finally doing something that you love! I can't ask you to give that up. Though it'd be nice if the thing that you love was y'know... finding gold.