words in movies
Monica: Phoebe, that's how it starts. I don't need to eat the cake, I'll just smell the icing... why don't I just eat a little sliver, or, okay, just a slice or two. And next thing you know, you're 210 pounds and you get wedged in going down the tunnel slide. Phoebe, honey, I know this is hard. Look, if you talk to him, you're going to wanna see him. And if you see him, you're going to want to get back together with him. I know that's not what you want. (pause) Give me your phone.
RACHEL: Well, you know, honey, I don't think everybody gets Smelly Cat. You know, I mean, if all you've ever actually had are healthy pets, then, whoosh!
RACHEL: Honey, I'm just checking.
Monica: (jumps over a box) Honey, that's a great idea nailing the boxes to the floor!
RICHARD: Oh honey, I'm fine.
RACHEL: Oh my God, honey that's great.
RACHEL: Honey.
RACHEL: Ok honey, you really need a job.
Rachel: Yeah, I have to tell Ross that I love him. Now honey, you take care, you dont have those babies until I get back. (Kisses her stomach.)
ROSS: Hi honey, how did it go?
RACHEL: Nobody does honey.
Janice: Oh, too soon, too schmoon. Face it honey, I am not letting you get away this time.
RACHEL: Oh honey, I'm so proud of you, Min.
MONICA: You look fabulous honey, you really do.
Chandler: Oh no-no-no, I will do it. Honey, you have to learn to sit down and relax and let your husband take care of things once and awhile. (Tries the door.) Its locked, you have to help me. Why is it locked?
RICHARD: Honey, you are in it.
Rachel: Okay. Okay, we'll be here! Hating you! Did you see how he was sweating when he walked out of there? Listen honey, if I'm hogging the ball too much you just jump right in there and take a couple punches because I'm telling you, this feels great.
Rachel: You really, really need to get some sleep, honey.
Ross: Okay. Honey?
Rachel: Well honey, what about you?
Rachel: Uh, honey, yeah that was with Carol.
Rachel: No honey, we're sorry, we didn't mean it. I love you. I love you.
Mrs. Tribbiani: Me? I'm fine. Look, honey, in an ideal world, there'd be no her, and your father would look like Sting. And I'll tell you something else. Ever since that poodle-stuffer came along, he's been so ashamed of himself that he's been more attentive, he's been more loving... I mean, it's like every day's our anniversary.
Rachel: Okay, walk us through it, honey, walk us through it.
Rachel: Yeah honey, Im standing right there! Why didnt you just tell him about the mole I havent got checked yet.
Rachel: Honey, I'm sorry, but he's right. I love you, but you're crazy.
Rachel: Honey, this will help. (hands him a tub of ice cream)
Ross: I have to say Tupolo Honey by Van Morrison.
Ross: Look, honey, I have tried to make nice, it doesnt work.
Monica: Good. (To Chandler) Uh honey, the Miami Vice soundtrack? Really?
Doug: Come on honey, let's go drink our body weight. (They walk off leaving Chandler and Monica alone.)
Rachel: What about you honey, who would be on your list?
Rachel: Aw honey stop! Its not that bad.
Rachel: Okay honey, you do realize she only spins like that on ice.
Monica: Honey, whats the matter?
Janice: Honey, honey, people are looking.
Rachel: Wait no, honey, honey throw it to me, throw it to me.
Rachel: Honey, hes about to go hit on Isabella Rosselini. Im just sorry we dont got popcorn.
Rachel: Uh, yeah. Uh, Monica, y'know, honey, I've been thinking about it and I've decided thisthis whole Ross thing, it's just not a good idea.
Rachel: (she leans over and kisses him on the cheek) Honey, I was wondering....
Monica: Were sorry honey.
Monica: Honey, theres a reason.
Chandler: Honey, you did call him back. 'Cause, it's, it's really old.
RACHEL: Listen honey, can you keep dad occupied, I'm gonna go talk to mom for a while.
Rachel: Hi honey!
Monica: I know honey, Im sorry.
Monica: No honey, Im sorry, but the weekends not over yet.
Rachel: You know what honey, you go ahead, well call her an alternate.
Rachel: Oh honey, thank you, but Mark's taking me out.
Rachel: Honey, Im sorry.
Ross: Honey, I love you too.
Monica: Oh, honey!I can't. I was just telling these guys that things are crazy at the restaurant!
Rachel: I think I just shipped 3,000 bras to personnel. Oh honey, I gotta go. (to Mark) Mark, I need you!
Rachel: Oh honey, this is his office too. I told you we're Joanna's two assistants.
Rachel: Okay, wait a minute. Wait a minute, I-I-I, I can't do this. Listen honey, this is, it's not Phoebe's fault. She lent me the earrings, and I lost it. I'm so sorry. Honey, I feel terrible too. (Holds out her arms for a hug.)
Ross: Hey, honey.
Rachel: No-no-no, no, honey please, Ive got, Ive just have so much to deal with.
Rachel: Umm, honey, look he just came over to....
Rachel: Umm, honey, look he just came over to....
Rachel: Okay. Honey, I would love for you to go with me. (Ross has a worried look on his face) What?
Monica: Oh honey, is that cause your Mom died around Christmas?
RACHEL: Chandler honey, I'm sorry. Ok, can we watch Joey's show now please? [they turn on the TV]
Rachel: Honey um, honey, you do realise that we dont keep the womens lingerie here in the office?
Monica: All right. Honey, thats-thats a sleeve. Okay?
Rachel: Well honey, then why don't you break up with one of them?
Rachel: Oh honey, I'm sorry we can't help you there, 'cause we're cuddlily sleepers. (Chandler makes an 'Ewww' face) Okay, I'm late for work.
Pete: Monica! (runs over and kisses her) Hi honey.
Gary: Hey, honey! Okay, so did you find any apartments? Anything in Brooklyn Heights?
Rachel: Oh honey, Im sorry.
Mrs. Bing: Really stupid. And I don't even know how it happened. I'm sorry, honey, I promise it will never happen again. Are we okay now?
Rachel: Honey, why is it hard, I mean we've been together for almost a year now?
Ross: Honey, just relax, it's gonna be fine. Hey, umm,. why don't I come down there and I'll take you out to lunch?
Monica: What? Honey.
Rachel: Go to the post office! I'm sure her picture's up! ...Okay, Monica, y'know what, honey, you're kinda losing it here! I mean, this is really becoming like a weird obsession thing.
Mrs. Geller: (entering) (to Monica) Honey, dont bite your nails.
ESTL: Stop saying you're not talented, you're very talented. It's just with the bird dead and all, there's very little act left. Oh, honey, give me a break, will ya? [a knock on the door] Oooh, ooh, I'll talk to you later.
Rachel: Oh, honey, that's so sweet.
Rachel: Honey, you got a little thing on your...(points to her whole face)
Rachel: Aw, honey, that's so sweet.
Rachel: Okay, honey, what he means by that, is ...while this is a very nice gift, maybe it's just not something a boyfriend gives?
Rachel: Ooh! Honey, it can't be that hard, I mean, you've been in love before?
Rachel: Honey, maybe we should take you to a doctor.
Rachel: See look Amy, we're a lot closer to Monica and Chandler. We see them every day. And truthfully honey, you don't seem very connected to the baby.
MONICA: Honey, you made the bed again. I told you, you don't have to do that. This isn't camp.
Phoebe: Honey, youve got to go. Whats his office number?
Monica: Ooh...hey honey, are you all right?
Rachel: Honey, this really is an incredible thing to do for them, but there are things to think about.
Rachel: Why? Honey, what is the big deal?
RACHEL: OK, here we go. Honey, I'm sorry, they were all out of apple pie, someone just got the last piece.
Monica: Honey, listen... You have nothing to worry about with Geoffrey.
Monica: Im sorry honey.
Rachel: Ross honey, this is very nice, but, but I-I got a crisis.
Mrs. Geller: Oh honey, come on, have a sense of humour, youve never been able to laugh at yourself.
Rachel: Honey, thats youre name.
Monica: Aww, honey Im sorry.
Rachel: Hey, honey! Whats the matter? (Monica shows her, her hat.) Fine, I was just trying to be nice! Whoa!
Phoebe: Oh, honey, honey, tell them the story about your patient who thinks things are, like, other things. Y'know? Like, the phone rings and she takes a shower.
Paul: (entering) Here you go honey! (Rachel kicks Ross back under the couch.)
Rachel: Oh, honey, I dont know. I
Rachel: Ah, oh God. Oh, honey, oh that's OK.
Rachel: Mon, honey, I gotta ask you something.