words in movies
Emily: Well, up yours too!
Phoebe: Well, at least you didnt rent yours from a store called, "Its Not Too Late."
Rachel: (Like a big baby) Um... unless, unless I use yours.
Phoebe: Dont even get me started on yours!
RACHEL: I know, so do I. Oh Phoebe, I'm so glad you made me do this. OK, lemme se yours.
Chandler: Well, does that mean that youre not going to wearing yours?
Joey: oh, I didn't know you liked French fries. Help yourself! What's mine is yours. (Sarah reaches over and takes a few fries)
Joshua: Yeah, but it wasnt much fun dropping it off at the dry cleaners in the skirt. (Rachel laughs) So I need everything down to underwear, so if youre willing, Im all yours.
Joey: Oh... yeah... Probably you don't even remember my name. It's Joey, by the way. And don't bother telling me yours, because I totally remember it... lady. Yeah! I waited weeks for you to call me.
Chandler: Right. So uh, have you written yours yet?
Chandler: So, how would you like to have a baby that's half yours and half his!
RACHEL: Oh, well, it pretty much sucked. How was yours?
Ross: Oh c'mon! When we were kids, yours was the only Raggedy Ann doll that wasn't raggedy!
Ross: You're right. Yours is worse. You are the king of bad Thanksgivings.
Joey: I still cant believe they took away my key. You trust me with yours.
Sarah: But you just said "What's mine is yours"?
Monica: Thank you. They're yours.
Joey: Oh, name one friend of yours that I did that with.
Ross: At least they knew what yours was. Y'know, yours had a name.
Chandler: No, no, no... They're really yours. We... found them in your old room.
Pizza Guy: Yeah. This one goes across the street, I must have given him yours. Oh, bonehead, bonehead!
RACHEL: Phoebe we just saw mine, let me see yours.
Monica: Im just saying its been a really long time for you. I mean, women have needs. Do it, get yours!
Chandler: Yeah, y'know what I got a better idea. How-how bout it blocks none of mine door and a lot of yours? (throws his shoulder into the center to try and move it, but it doesnt move.)
Chandler: Don't say Richard! Well, if they're not Monica's and they're not yours, then whose are they?
Joey: Oh! Hey, somebody left their keys. (Looks at them) Ooohh, to a Porsche! {Transcribers note: Oh come on! Who would leave the keys to their Porsche behind? If I had a Porsche, Id have the keys surgically attached to my hand!} Hey Gunther, these yours?
Monica: Boy, I know they say you can't change your parents,... boy, if you could- (To Ross) -I'd want yours.
CHAN: OK, look, that is one guy's opinion, alright. Phoebs, read yours.
Monica: Rachel, this is yours.
CHAN: Does anyone have one from a different paper? Ross, read yours.
PHOEBE: Ahh. OK, let's see yours again.
Emily: I left a bra drying on the shower rod, you dont think your son will think its yours and be horribly traumatised?
MONICA: Alright, well tell me one of yours.
Chandler: Oh that was yours? Uh, yeah, we used it when the duck was throwing up caterpillars.
Chandler: Dont worry honey, well make yours funnier.
Ross: (to Isabella) Hi! Hi, Im Ross, you dont know me, but Im a big, big fan of yours. I mean, Blue Velvet, woo-oo hoo! Um, I was wondering if I could um, maybe buy you a cup of coffee? (Gunther hands her change) Or maybe reimburse you for that one?
Joey: Ye-ye, we go to yours!
Chandler: Oh, well someone left this (shows a green jacket). This is yours?
Ross: (to Chandler) Wait-wait, so, you get to be my best man twice and I never get to be yours at all?
Doug: Well, I gotta tell ya Bing; that partner of yours is a real tiger. (To his wife.) Are you all right sweethart?
Ross: Well, these. These are yours right here. (Pointing to the boxes they just created for her.)
Joey: Oh! Maybe they'll name yours after you! Y'know, they'll call it, The Ross. And then people would be like, "Awww, he's got a Ross."
ROSS: [comes out] All yours.
Phoebe: Wow, thats close. Whens yours?
Phoebe: Well look no further, (shows her the dead one) this ones yours! Ahhh.
Lauren: I know! I-Im a big fan of yours.
Chandler: What does yours say Pheebs?
Chandler: Its not just their marriage! I mean, look at yours. Look at everybodys! The only person that can make marriage work is Paul Newman! And Ive met me; I am not Paul Newman. I dont race cars! I dont make popcorn! None of my proceeds go to charity.
Phoebe Sr: No-no-no, the-the puppys yours.
Phoebe: Girls, girls, stop, ok? We'll flip a coin. Heads, she's Rachel's, tails she's Monica's. (she flips the coin). Tails! Monica, she's yours!
Phoebe: Yeah, Ill do that. So who gets to be yours?
Joey: Hey, Monica, who would yours be?
Health Inspector: Wow, Monica, if every restaurant is as clean as yours, I'd have a tough time making a living.
Ross: No-no, one daddy, two mommies. All right, its all yours. (Ross pushes him off.)
Joey: Yeah?! So's yours!
Phoebe: What did you do on yours?
Joey: The question should be Rach, what is not so great about The Shining. Okay? And the answer would be: nothing. All right? This is like the scariest book ever. I bet its way better than that classic of yours.
RACHEL: OK, Ross, listen to me, I am not yours to save.
Monica: No you can't. She's yours!
Chandler: Okay, I get it. So, I get nothing! Nothing here is mine! Everything here is yours! Ill get up in the morning put on your clothes, and head off to work!
Chandler: (To Monica) All yours babe. (Walks away.)
Woman: (To Joey) Is this yours?
Jill: Its yours!
Monica: Okay, you ready to open yours?
JANICE: Is it yours? Ha! You wish, Chandler Bing. You are looking at a married lady now.
Joey: Nope, got it and I got yours (Pointing to Jack) too.
The Stripper: Ohhh, look at the little birdies! Are those yours?
Monica: Wow! Look at this! (Picking up a shirt.) I cant believe I even fit into this shirt! (She holds it up and it reads: Tyrannosaurus Ross.) (She turns it around and looks at it.) Oh, this is yours. (Hands it to Ross.)
Rachel: Yeah thats great Paul, but yknow I wanna know what(Puts her hands on his shoulders)Wow, those are really great! I just wanna know what, what is behind this-this strong, silent exterior. Yknow they say that still waters run deep and I wanna swim in yours.
Monica: Ross, I'm gonna use yours, okay?
RACHEL: What you got there? Something else that's not yours that you can break?
Monica: Honey, both yours.
Phoebe: Well, lets see, its not. Really, like that. Because, you see that was an actual problem, and uh, yours is just like yknow a bunch of yknow high school crap that nobody really gives yknow
Man: Oh yeah? Howd yours happen?
Janice: Its you. This is yours.
Phoebe: Are you gonna change yours?
PHOEBE: Oh, I don't know. Umm, how about the fact that the underwear out there on the telephone pole is yours from when you were having sex with Fun Bobby out on the terrace.
Rachel: (On the phone) Excuse me? Oh yeah? Well, up yours too! (Hangs up)
Ross: Really?! (To Rachel) Hey, yknow what? Since you have such a great sense of what I need, uh ooh, heres-heres 60 bucks, why dont you take Phoebe down to that Colonial flea market of yours and get me some stuff.
CHAN: Alright, OK, alright. But if we put on spandex and my boobs are bigger than yours, I'm goin' home.
Monica: SHE'S YOURS!
Rachel: She's yours!
Rachel: She's yours!
Joey: Yes! Didnt you ever read Sports Illustrated?! No! I didnt read yours! But come on, we can go to the game tonight!
Monica: Yes! Why, did youyou forget to make yours?
Chandler: I think these are yours.
Guru Saj: Well, relax. If it makes you feel better, Ive attended some of the finest medical schools in Central America. Well then, lets take a look at this skin abnormality of yours. (motions to the table) Come on, have a seat. (looks at it) Eeh, huh. As I suspected, its a koondis!
Phoebe: I think that uh, yours is a question with many answers.
Monica: Yeah-yeah, yknow what? Yeah, thats it-thats it, everything will be mine! Nothing will be yours! Thats-thats what I said! Oh come on, Chandler! Im talking about the barca lounger! It just, it doesnt match! Where is it gonna go?!
Joey: Ah Hey, so this roommate of yours is he good looking?
Ross: Yours, I just got 43 points for 'KIDNEY'.
Rachel: Yeah okay, you laugh now, but shes gonna be yours. (Phoebe gets suddenly scared.)
Phoebe: No, he really hates it. But he's gonna let me keep my box of human hair! So you got to pick your battles. But the good news is, Gladys is yours!
Chandler: Well, I'm sorry if my friends aren't as sophisticated as yours.
Monica: (To Chandler) Okay, the red ones are my guests and the blue ones are yours.
Joey: Oh thats okay. Hey, actually in a way its kinda nice. Me, bringing the food of my ancestors, you, the food of yours!
Chandler: Thats still yours. Okay, now remember its a surprise party. So, when you go in, act surprised.
Rachel: Monica, this is Dan (points to him), one of the guys that we're gonna be going out with on Saturday. (Mouths "He's yours." to her.) Uh Dan, Monica.
Rachel: Yeah. Yeah, and yknow you-you deserve to win. And-and yknow I was thinking about it, if-if youre Monicas maid of honor that means I get to be yours.