words in movies
Joey: C'mon, you're going out with the guy! There's gotta be something wrong with him!
Joey: Strip joint! C'mon, you're single! Have some hormones!
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!
Monica: C'mon, you can't live off your parents your whole life.
Ross: C'mon, cut. Cut, cut, cut,...
Monica: C'mon!
Chandler: (trying to stop Ross leaving) C'mon, Ross! You, me, Joey, ice, guys' night out, c'mon, whaddya say, big guy, (Pretending to punch him in the stomach.) Huh? Huh? Huh?
Joey: C'mon, Ross!
Joanne: C'mon, this is us.
Joey: C'mon, sit. Just sit down, sit.
Rachel: So c'mon, you guys, tell me all the dirt!
Rachel: Oh, c'mon. She's a person, you can do it!
Ross: C'mon! C'mon!
Monica: We're kidding. C'mon, tell us!
All: Yeah! C'mon!
Ross: C'mon, seriously, Joey, what's the part?
Chandler: C'mon, we're roommates! (He goes into the bathroom, screams, and runs back out.) My eyes!! My eyes!!
Chandler: C'mon, we're great together, why not?
Rachel: (talking on the phone) C'mon Daddy, listen to me! 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 don't want you to buy me a hat, I'm saying that I am a ha- It's a metaphor, Daddy!
Mr. Geller: C'mon, you'll make a day of it! You'll rent a boat, pack a lunch...
Phoebe: Well, c'mon, if it's important enough to discuss while I'm playing, then I assume it's important enough for everyone else to hear!
Ross: C'mon, this was a pact! This was your pact!
Ross: Thank you. (She walks off) C'mon, Marcel, whaddya say you and I do a little mingling? (Marcel runs off) Alright, I'll, uh... catch up with you later.
Joey: C'mon, she's your mom!
Mrs. Bing: No, really, c'mon. You're smart, you're sexy...
Joey: C'mon! Just try to picture her not pregnant, that's all.
Monica: C'mon up.
Monica: Oh, c'mon in.
Roger: That's tough. Tough stuff. C'mon, Pheebs, we're gonna catch that movie, we gotta get going.
Ross: C'mon, Chandler, I love your mom. I think she's a blast.
Rachel: Oh, my, God, c'mon, you guys! He's gonna be home any minute! He's gonna kill me!
Rachel: C'mon, you guys, what're we gonna do, what're we gonna do?
Rachel: Oh, c'mon, Luisa!
Rachel: Oh, Ross, c'mon. It's my fault, I almost lost your...
Rachel: Oh, Monica, c'mon, you do cool things.
Mrs. Bing: Oooh, c'mon, shut up, it's fun. Gimme a hug. (They both sit down) Well, I think we're ready for some tequila.
Rachel: C'mon up.
RACHEL: Hey, c'mon, cut it out.
RACHEL: What? C'mon, talk to me.
Ross: Are you insane? C'mere, Marcel, c'mon. (Marcel starts to go to him)
PHOEBE: Oh, c'mon, like you tell me everything.
JOEY: C'mon show us what you bought. . . You know you want to.
ALL: C'mon. Let her. Yeah.
MNCA: C'mon give me five more. Five more.
FBOB: Hey, so what'd I miss, what'd I miss, c'mon?
ROSS: C'mon, just tell me, please, please.
ROSS: Oh c'mon. Maybe you're just, uhhh... paying your dues.
Joey: I play Al Pacino's butt. All right? He goes into the shower, and then- I'm his butt. Monica: (trying not to laugh) Oh my God. Joey: C'mon, you guys. This is a real movie, and Al Pacino's in it, and that's big! Chandler: Oh no, it's terrific, it's- it's- y'know, you deserve this, after all your years of struggling, you've finally been able to crack your way into show business. Joey: Okay, okay, fine! Make jokes, I don't care! This is a big break for me! Ross: You're right, you're right, it is.
Joey: Sandy! Hi! C'mon in! (She enters, followed by a young boy and a younger girl)...You brought your kids.
ALL: Oh yeah we do. C'mon.
SUSIE: C'mon hurry, hurry.
ROSS: C'mon Monica, do it. Hey, you guys, um, Monica has some news.
JOEY: Hey Erica, c'mon in.
SUSIE: C'mon.
MR. GELLER: Well, c'mon. Don't ya want to find out?
MR. GELLER: C'mon kid, let's go.
RACHEL: Oh honey, are you jealous of Paolo? Oh, c'mon, I'm so much happier with you than I ever was with him.
RACHEL: C'mon, I'm not saying it was a bad movie, I'm just saying, you know, it was a little. . . hard to follow.
ROSS: C'mon, what's his name?
CHANDLER: Oh, oh, c'mon in.
RACHEL: C'mon touch it.
ROSS: C'mon, what, you never think about our future?
MR. GELLER: C'mon, tell us.
MR. GELLER: C'mon, it's my birthday.
JOEY'S CO-STAR: Why not? You hate park views and high ceilings? C'mon I'll show you the kitchen.
CHANDLER: Bit country? C'mon in here you roomie.
ROSS: C'mon.
RACHEL: Oh c'mon Joey, we care about you.
MONICA: Huuh, alright, Danny Arshak, ninth grade. Oh, c'mon Rach, you know the bottle was totally pointing at me.
Joey (to Chandler): Look, c'mon, please? It's not like I'm asking for some crazy favour. This is what I do for a living. I am a professional actor! (he glances at his watch and sees the time) Oh, man, I'm two hours late for work! (he stands, ready to go). Look, here's a copy of my reels. It's got all the commercials that I've been in.
ROSS: Yeah, c'mon I mean I though, you know, I thought we're just foolin' around. Like when, uh, when we were kids.
Ross: Oh c'mon! When we were kids, yours was the only Raggedy Ann doll that wasn't raggedy!
RACH: What? [looks, feigns indifference] C'mon you guys, I don't care, I have a date tonight.
Ross: Alright, I've gotta go. C'mon, Marcel! C'mon! We're gonna go take a bath. Yes we are, aren't we? Yes, we are.
RICHARD: Woah, woah, no wait a minute now. C'mon it's your turn. Oh c'mon. Ya know, I don't need the actual number, just a ballpark.
LITTLE BULLY: Look, here's what we'll do. We'll put all keys and watches in the hat over there. Alright. [they all put their keys and watches in the hat and put it on a mail box] Alright, c'mon man, let's do this.
BIG BULLY: C'MON!
SECURITY GUARD: C'mon people, back up please, back up, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon.
PHOEBE: C'mon, happy family gets a dog, frontier fun.
Mrs. Bing: No. Because I know how to write men that women fall in love with. Believe me, I cannot sell a Paolo. People will not turn three hundred twenty-five pages for a Paolo. C'mon, the guy's a secondary character, a, y'know, complication you eventually kill off.
Monica: C'mon Chandler, I think we have been given an opportunity. I mean, the mistake has already been made. They are writing up the paper right now.
All: Oh yeah we do. C'mon.
Mr. Geller: C'mon kid, let's go.
Rachel: Alright, c'mon! (Miserably) Let's play Twister!
Joey: C'mon, you guys. This is a real movie, and Al Pacino's in it, and that's big!
Roger: Aaaah, what's wrong, c'mon. (Pats his leg. She lies down and rests her head in his lap)
ROSS: C'mon, you know everyone I've been with. All, both of them.
RACH: Oh yeah, c'mon, I'm movin' on. He can press her up against that window as much as he wants. For all I care, he can throw her through the damn thing.
Rachel: Oh, Ross, c'mon, please! Don't make this harder than it already is!
Joey: Please, c'mon, you're the smartest person I know and I really like this girl, ok, I don't wanna lose her.
Phoebe: C'mon Mike, you can beat her! Knock that dog off her head!
Ross: C'mon you guys, this is really important to us.
Ross: C'mon! This looks good!
RACHEL: No, no, I mean, no, c'mon you guys, I mean, c'mon look it's only eleven thirty. Let's just talk, we never just hang out and talk anymore.
MONICA: I wanna buy 5 shares of SGJ and I wanna buy them now. C'mon time is money my friend. Thank you. Wooo.
Ross: C'mon, you get the idea, ow-ow-ow we'll make our money back in no time!
Monica: C'mon guys, it'll be fun!
PHOEBE: C'mon you guys. It's a known fact that lobsters fall in love and mate for life. You know what, you can actually see old lobster couples walkin' around their tank, ya know, holding claws like. . .
Rachel: Ross, c'mon, please. Can we just get out of here, before somebody else gets hurt?
CHANDLER: OK, well that's the part where I'm a wank. But I was hoping we wouldn't focus on that. [Joey goes to his room and shuts the door] Hey, c'mon man, I said I was sorry like a hundred times, I promise I will never take it off my. . . [notices the bracelet is missing from his wrist] wrist. But if, if you want to stay in there and be mad, you know, you just uh, you stay in there. [he starts searching the room, lifting up the couch cushions]
Rachel: Alright. In high school I was the prom queen and I was the homecoming queen and the class president and you... were also there! But if you take this monkey, I will lose one of the most important people in my life. You can hate me if you want, but please do not punish him. C'mon, Luisa, you have a chance to be the bigger person here! Take it!
MR. GELLER: C'mon Rich, it's my birthday, let me live vicariously.
PHOEBE: [cutting Mrs. Greene off] Ha-ha, that's great, ha-ha. I can't wait to hear the rest of it, ya know, but I really have to go to the bathroom so... Hey, come with me. Yeah, yeah, it'll be like we're gal pals, ya know, like at a restraunt. Oh, it'll be fun, c'mon. [they go in the bathroom]
Rachel: Now, now the one in the feather boa, that's Dr. Francis. Now, she used to be a man. Okay, now look, see, there's Raven. We hate her. We're glad she's dying. Okay- (Marcel pushes down a cushion to reveal a shoe) Wh- wh- Marcel, are you playing with Monica's shoes? You know you're not supposed to pl- whoah. Marcel, did you poo in the shoe? (Takes the shoe into the kitchen) Marcel, bad monkey! Oh! Oh! (She notices the newsletter and taps the contents of the shoes onto it, then folds it shut) Sorry, Barry. Little engagement gift. I'm sure you didn't register for that. (She leaves the apartment holding the newsletter at arm's length. However, she leaves the door open. Marcel runs out in the opposite direction. There is a shot from the TV and Rachel runs back in) Who died? Who died? Roll him over! Oh, c'mon, roll him over! Oh...! Well, we know it wasn't Dexter, right Marcel? Because- (Looks down and notices he is missing) Marcel? Marc- (Notices the open door)
PHOEBE: I don't believe this. Is this how this relationship's gonna work? Ross equals boss. I mean, c'mon what is this, 1922?