words in movies
Front Desk Clerk: (To Monica) Heres a copy of your bill.
Ross: Im just thinking about your new bride at home. Okay? Do-do you really want to start your life together by letting her down?
Ross: Im telling you, this looks exactly like your wedding! Arent these the same flowers?
Phoebe: Hey lady, your days over! Its my turn!
Chandler: Oh yeah. Ill take, Ill take your picture. (He takes the picture with his finger over the lens.)
Man At The Wedding: Uh, your finger was covering the lens.
Phoebe: I may play the fool at times, but Im a little more than a pretty blond girl with an ass that wont quit. (She takes the sweater out of her purse.) I believe this belongs to the father of your baby.
Ross: Will the owner of a 1995 Buick LeSabre please see the front desk? Your car is about to be towed.
Chandler: Get ready to run. (Chandler walks over to the new bride.) Congratulations on your wedding. (He grabs her, kisses her, Ross takes the picture, and they both run out.)
Phoebe: Rachel has something that she wants to tell you and umm, I believe that this is your red sweater.
Chandler: Okay, so this isnt a picture of our first, but it is a picture of my first kiss with with this lady. Which by the look on your face Im sure youll remember. So we dont need(Rips the picture)Theres no need to have this picture. How about I take the real pictures and get them developed right now.
Tag: Like your sweater.
Ross: (shows Tag his sweater tag) Umm, I dont some Italian guy. Come on, read your own label. See you later.
It only takes two heart attacks to finally make you see One of them wont do it, but the second one will set you free Tell all your hate and anger, its time to say good-bye And that is just what I will do, soon as those bastards I work for die! La, la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la
Message: "Hi Joey, it's Jane Rogers can't wait for your party tonight" (Joey's upset and stops it)
Rachel: Ugh, Monica I dont want to steal your stupid thunder!
Ross: Okay, you're in bed. She's over on your side, cuddling. Now you wait for her to drift off, and then you hug her (demonstrates on the cushion) and roll her back over to her side of the bed. And then you rollll a-way. Hug for her! Roll for you.
ROSS: Yeah. Hey, remember the time I jammed that pencil into your hand?
Ross: (angrily) Whos your roommate?
Mr. Tribbiani: Then y'haven't. You're burning your tomatoes.
Voice: What is the name of your roommate who is very, very sorry and would do anything (Joey realizes its Chandler and hangs up the phone in anger.)
Phoebe: In your atlas!
SUSIE: Uh, is your name Chandler?
The Casting Director: Wait Joey! You didnt need to come down because the director saw your tape from yesterday and loved it.
Ross: Im reading your ad.
RACHEL: Oh, by the way Mon, I don't think the mailman liked your cookies. Here are the ornaments your mom sent. [hands her a smashed box]
Janice: Why are your eyes so white?
Rachel: Well, why do yknow go in that room (points to the room Ross is in) and do your homework?
Ross: You know how you throw your jacket on a chair at the end of the day?
PHOE: Well, I finally took your advice and asked him what was going on.
Monica: Did you ever go out with a guy your friends all really like?
Joey: Oh. (realises) Ohh. Ohh, youre out of your mind.
Rachel: Oh, but yknow, no, you didnt give me your phone number.
Ross: (sarcastic) Oh please, cant I come to your special, magical cabin?
Bandleader: Thank you, thank you very much. If everyone will please take your seats, dinner will be served.
Phoebe: Your nails.
Phoebe: Hey, its your Thanksgiving too, y'know, instead of watching football, you could help.
Ross: Ah, mustve been fairly obvious since it was the only thing left in your store.
Joey: Remember when you where a kid and your Mom would drop you off at the movies with a jar of jam and a little spoon?
Rachel: Umm, I said I thought you were a good kisser, and uh, and that I like your tiney-tiny touchie.
Joey: Then I blame you! Yeah! That's right! You threw me off with all your slapping!
CHANDLER: Alright, one of you give me your underpants.
Chandler: And for the last time, we do not want to be friends with you! And we don't want to buy your bat! (Joey lowers his bat)
Gary: Not as impressive as you. I gotta tell you, I looked at your record and you've done some pretty weird stuff.
Chandler: (To Gary) So what do you say, maybe sometime I hold your gun?
Chandler: You can always sell your baby.
Kim: Oh don't be sorry, that's part of your job here to give your opinions and then I take credit for them--I'm kidding.
Joey: How? I guess I could break down your door.
Rachel: Thats also the smaller piece. (Puts the piece onto a plate.) Okay, there you go. Enjoy your half my friend, but that is it. No sharing. No switching, and dont come crying to me if you eat your piece to fast. (As shes saying that she is backing out the door, when she finishes she turns around to return to her place, stumbles and drops the cheesecake on the floor.) Oh!!!!
Mrs. Tribbiani: Of course I knew! What did you think? Your father is no James Bond. You should've heard some of his cover stories. "I'm sleeping over at my accountant's," I mean, what is that? Please!
Rachel: Hah! I found it! I told you I would find it! In your face! You're a different person.
Phoebe: Kay, put your head back.
Ross: I went thru this with Ben and Carol. One cup of coffee won't affect your milk.
Joey: (going over and picking up the rod) Thats all right. Hey you guys, you know whats going to be great about the fishing trip this year? When my dad gets me out in the middle of the lake and gives me that, "Joey, what are you doing with your life?" stuff. I can say, "Well, Im doing a movie with Charlton Heston dad. What are you doing with your life?"
MONICA: Rachel, you say you're sorry or your sweater gets it.
Rachel: Hi, Pheebs? Okay, so just spoke to the nurse and the reason that your doctor is late is because uh, she's not coming.
Phoebe: So how are things going with you two? Is she becoming your (provocatively) special someone?
Monica: Alright, wait a second, why would Ross tell everyone in your class that you are as... (reads from the screen) "gay as the day is long"?
Rachel: (sympathetic) Ohh. So you raised her all on your own?
Chandler: But if we win, we get your apartment.
Chandler: No, no. It-its not about the swearing, its more about ah, the way, that you ah, occasionally, concentrate, your enthusiasm on my buttock.
Phoebe: What a mean thing to say! I would never tell you its not your birthday!
Joey: What he wants to buy your baby?!
Phoebe: Oh yeah, your microwave. The stereo.
Monica: (on phone) Hey listen umm, how would you like to get together? Say next Saturday? (Listens) Okay, how about Sunday? (Listens) Okay umm, the week after that? (Listens) The week after that? (Listens) Yknow what Greg? Yknow what? We are good, interesting, funny people with good questions and if you and your precious Jenny cant see that then (Listens) January 15th? (Chandler dances.) Well see you then! (Listens) Okay!
Rachel: What about you honey, who would be on your list?
Rachel: Oh please, you inhale your food!
Ross: My God. Rachel! (He walks towards her, grasps her hands and kisses her on the cheek.) Your here. I cant believe it. (She giggles.) What happen? Why are you here?
Rachel: Excuse me, I wanted you to help, but you couldnt move your arms because you were wearing three life jackets.
Gunther: When's your birthday?
Rachel: Well Joey, youll probably get it. But you should probably your-your gracious loser face. Yknow when like the cameras are on you and you wanna look disappointed but also that your colleague deserved to win. Yknow? So its sorta like (Does it, youll have to see it.)
Joey: Youre really thinking about having sex with your brother?!
Erica: I don't want to look at your file! This is over.
Joey: All right, uh (To Ross) Oh hey, youve done this before Ross, well what did you say when you made up your vows?
Ross: It doesnt matter. You dont dip your pen in the company ink.
KEVIN: So, we're on our way to a couple of parties.� Um. . . maybe we can get your numbers and give you guys a call if we find something fun.
JOEY: No I just uh, thought you liked your eggs with the bread with the hole in the middle, a-la me.
Guy: I just, I want you to know I didn't used to be like this. Before I meet your sister I was like this normal guy who sold beepers and cellular phones.
PHOEBE: Oh, yeah! Okay! Great! Go, man, go put on your shoes, and, and march out there and meet her! (Chandler runs and picks up his shoes) Oh, wait, no, no you have to take a shower, 'cause, eww. (Chandler runs to the bathroom, as the computer bing-bongs) No, you know what you have to answer her, answer her first. (Chandler runs to the computer) No, no, you know what make some coffee 'cause its too much. (Chandler walks slowly into the kitchen)
Rachel: Thats right Joey, the chair angel came in and heeled your chair. (She sits down in the chair.)
Rachel: She climbs out of the frame, and then drags her half-a-body across the floor, just looking for legs to steal. (in a spooky, slow voice) And then with her one good hand, she slo-o-owly re-e-a-aches up and turns your doorknob.
Emily: Thats Carol with your son!
Rachel: (stopping him) Oh no-no, no-no, they dont want you to put your hands in the pockets until you are out of the store.
Rachel: Any sign of your brother?
Phoebe: Yeah, well, well see about that. Can I use your phone? I just wanna call everyone I know.
Monica: Hey. Oh good-good youre here! All right, I figured it out. Im gonna take two tables of eight, Im gonna add your parents, and Im gonna turn them into three tables of six. Okay? And I called the caterer; I added two extra meals, we are good to go!
Monica: Thats right. Get it out of your system while were alone.
Ross: You don't, you don't know what your wearing?
Chandler: Ill look forward to your call. (Walks away.)
Gary: Hey, it's okay. It was just a car backfire. (Joey slowly moves off of Ross.) Hey, look at that! You tried to save your buddy. You see that? You see what he did?
Monica: Well you know it's just like living with a girl. Only they don't steal your makeup. Unless they're playing "This is what my sister would look like" (Looks at Chandler)
ROSS: I'm sorry. What was I supposed to do stand up and shout 'Hey, Rachel, your butt is showing!'
Joey: Sure. Here. (He hands them over.) Ill uh, save your parking spot.
Chandler: Ill make something up! Im good at lying, I actually did borrow your Walkman!
Monica: Ross, your little creatures got the remote again.
Ross: Well, see? So, maybe it wasn't such a bad idea, y'know, me kissing your mom, uh? Huh? (Wags his finger at Chandler, then puts it down) But.. we don't have to go down that road.
Chandler: You have to pick your moments.
Phoebe: Yeah, whats your point?
Rachel: (stands up) Wow! Oh-okay, look pal, I am not in the mood to be hit on right now! But if you give me your number I will call you some other time.
Joey: Yeah, well you didn't call and leave your grip size.
Rachel: Well, Im really sick of your smoking, so I brought something that is going to help you quit. (hands him an audio cassette)
Monica: I am going I'm going--Turn it over! (Rachel rolled onto her stomach and Monica rolls her back.) I'm I am going to get these drops in your eyes. (She is holding Rachel down with both hands and has the eyedropper in her mouth.)
Ross: By the way, the week before your wedding you may not see a lot of me. (She glares at him and he quickly makes his way to Phoebes room.)
PHOEBE: You guys. I'm sorry about your shopping.
Phoebe: (in her head) Say something! Say anything! Ask her out! Shes not your cousin!
Joey: Shh. Shh. Dont try to talk, well get you up to your room, well soak your feet, youll be okay.
Phoebe: Excuse me, but umm, isnt he paying for your dinner?
CHANDLER: You know, it's funny when my parents got divorced, they sent me to this shrink, and she told me that all kids have a tendency to blame themselves. But in your case it's actually kinda true.
Phoebe: Yes, I I am with child. (Flash) And I didnt want to say anything because its your day; I didnt want to steal your thunder.
Ross: Its heads. (The guys celebrate.) Gentlemen, pick your category.
Chandler: Really? What do you do? You just sit in there stewing in your own filth.
Rachel: Well, last night you seemed to know your way around the table.
Joey: What? Are you out of your mind? Lets throw some jello on them.