words in movies
Monica: So it looks like it's going really well for you two, huh?
Chandler: (terrified) Right, because it's fast. Because, it's so fast. It's fast!
Monica: Relax! It's Phoebe! Not you!
Rachel: All right listen umm, I just bought something I'm not sure she's gonna like it, and it's gonna seem a little crazy, but this is something that I wanted since I was a little girl.
Rachel: It's a, it's a cat!
Joey: It's not a cat!
Ross: Free cats do that too, y'know. {Which reminds me, if I might get a little political here, support your local animal shelter. Pet shops are not the place to buy dogs and cats from, you get a much better deal from the shelter, plus they probably won't die on you in a week and a half. If you want a leash, go to the pet shop. If you want the dog for that leash, go to the shelter and save it's life. Now back to regularly scheduled programming.}
Joey: It's not a cat!
Gary: No, it's too soon for you guys.
{Y'know, sometimes I think the script writers throw in a line like that to try to trip me up. But it won't work. I'll always have the last laugh! <manical_laugh.wav> Okay, so maybe I'm a little deluded, it's probably just my spellchecker. But, I must admit I did get Mesozoic and Paleozoic on the first attempt. Yay me! Anyhoo }
(He throws it back to Ross, but it's intercepted by Monica and the guys both scream in horror.)
Rachel: Well, it's my cat.
Joey: Oh, don't worry, it's not a cat.
Rachel: You guys this cat is nothing like my grandmother's cat. I mean, it's not sweet, it's not cute, I even dragged that little string on the ground, and it just flipped out and scratched the hell out of me. And I swear, I know this sounds crazy, but every time this cat hisses at me I know it's saying, "Rachel!"
Phoebe: That is so sweet. But don't you think it's a little too soon? I mean there's so much we don't know about each other.
Phoebe: I really don't want to mess up what we have. I'm justI'm worried it's gonna be a big mistake.
Ross: It's really a uh-uh three person game, y'know?
Chandler: It's throwing and catching!
Joey: Whoa-whoa you guys, it's not a cat!
Monica: Oh my God, the cat's made my eyes water! Don't-don't throw it to me! My vision's been compromised!! (Quickly grabs a tissue to wipe her eyes.) Oh God! Okay. Okay. It's okay. Man, that was close.
Gary: Phoebe, it's okay that you feel this way. I mean it is soon. And there's a lot of things we don't know about each other, and I just figure that everything I really like. And the things I don't know, I get to learn about at someplace with both our names on the mailbox.
Gary: Sweethart, but none of that matters if it's too soon for you. It's fine! We don't have to move in together. I justI want you to be happy
Rachel: It's not a baby! It's a cat!
Woman No. 1: Eew! It's creepy looking!
Rachel: Oh no! No! It's actuallyit's very sweet. It's very sweet. Look! (Goes to pet it and it hisses at her.) Yeah, do you want it?
Monica: Come on guys! Suck it up! We're closing in on ten hours! It's gut-check time!
Rachel: It's not! I'm defrosting a chicken. (Pause) Oh, I uh sold Mrs. Whiskerson.
[Scene: Gary and Phoebe's apartment, it's morning and they're both waking up in bed.]
Phoebe: I like waking up with you too. (Looks out the window) Oh! It's such a beautiful morning. (Some birds are singing outside the window) Oh, I can stay here all day.
Rachel: Phoebe! It's 6 o'clock in the morning! Why aren't you at Gary's?
Monica: It's okay. It's okay. Just pretend that it didn't happen! Okay? No one needs to know! I mean, Phoebe's not an official ballplayer! I mean, only official ballplayers can drop the ball!
Rachel: What, it's ok when Chandler does it?
Monica: Look, I don't wanna do this test either, but I really do think it's a good idea!
Lydia: Oh, shut up. You know, it's a rebuilding year. You... waah!
Chandler: Someone's left a glass on the coffee table. There's no coaster. It's a cold drink, it's a hot day. Little beads of condensation are inching their way closer and closer to the surface of the wood...
Ross: Phoebs, It's open! It's open!
Joey: (sigh)... It's a fertility study.
Mike: Yeah well, that's the thing. For me it's as far as it can ever go.
Joey: It's ah, step-ity, step and jazz hands.
Joey's Doctor: Are you ready? It's time to try peeing. (Joey makes a face like he is trying to pee.) Wait-wait-wait-wait-wait! It's almost time to try peeing. (Points at the bottle Joey is to pee into.)
Erica: Gosh, you know, you're just such an amazing couple. It's... kind of intimidating.
Monica: Ethan, it's um... it's icky.
Ross: I don't know, God, I... well, it's not like she's a regular mom, y'know? She's, she's sexy, she's...
Intercom: It's me, Carl.
Rachel: Ross, it's too hard.
Rachel: Okay. (She tilts her head back and squeezes the eyedropper. The only problem is, it's not over her eye.)
Ross: Yeah, it's really 6:00 tomorrow night our time.
Joey: No, no, it's not, don't listen to him! (to Ross) I'm gonna thump you! (points his fist at him)
Monica: (to Julie) It's an expression.
Susan: It's gonna be ok, just remember, we're doing this for Jordie. Just keep focusing on Jordie.
Ross: So do I. (Slowly walks in.) Okay Rach, before anything happens (He takes off his coat) I just want to lay down a couple of ground rules. (Turns back to face her.) This is just about tonight. I don't to go through with this if it's going to raise the question of "Us." (Rachel's confused) Okay? I just want this to be (Kicks off his left shoe) about what it is! (Kicks off the other one.)
Chandler: No it's not. It's small. It's tiny. It's petite. It's wee.
Monica: I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Phoebe. It's just a little shorter than what we had discussed.
Ross: I like it. I do, I think it's a Ten. (Chandler laughs.)
Chandler: ...Well, y'know, part of me wants that, but it's like I'm two guys, y'know? I mean, one guy's going 'Shut up! This is great!' But there's this other guy. Actually it's the same guy that wells up every time that Grinch's heart grows three sizes and breaks that measuring device... And he's saying, y'know, 'This is too hard! Get out! Get out!'
PHOEBE: Oh, oh, OK, so everyone, pretend like I'm telling you a story, OK. And, and it's really funny. So everyone just laugh, now.
Dr. Franzblau: No, it's hard enough to get women to go out with me.
Mrs. Geller: Do you know what it's like to grow up with someone who is critical of every single thing you say?
Rachel: Yeah, well, it's a Mercedes if I move back home. Oh, it was horrible. He called me young lady.
Phoebe: Well, it was an accident...You know, it's a lot of oil and sometimes the hand just slips!
Ross: It's breast milk.
Phoebe: Not even if you just pretend that it's milk?
Joey: Look, I can sense when women are depressed and vulnerable. It's one of my gifts.
Joey: Yeah, it's kinda sweet, sorta like, uh...
Ross: Because it's breast milk. It's gross.
Monica: Uh, so, uh, Rach, uh... do you wanna save this wrapping paper, I mean, it's only a little bit torn... so are you gonna go for it with Ross or should I just throw it out?
Chandler: Well, maybe it's because of the way you're dressed.
Ross: (to Charlie) So, eh... it's probably gonna be hard for you to leave Boston, huh?
Monica: It's that terrible?
Phoebe: (reading the nametag on the uniform) Hi, I'm Ben. I'm hospital worker Ben. It's Ben... to the rescue!
Monica: Yeah, uh, it's actually not that big a deal.
RACH: And ya know what, now I've got closure. [Rachel slams the door and locks it. She sits down, visibly upset. She puts her head in her hands and begins to cry. Ross comes back and is standing outside the window. When Rachel regroups and gets back up to finish closing, she sees him. She smiles. She goes to open the door and can't get the lock undone.] ROSS: Try the bottom one. [She opens the door and they kiss.] [Scene: Chandler and Joey's apartment. Chandler answers the door to find Monica.] CLOSING CREDITS CHAN: Monica, it's 6:30 in the morning. We're not working out, it's over. MNCA: No way, with one pound to go, c'mon. We're workin', we're movin', we're in the zone we're groovin'. CHAN: OK, I don't, I don't mind the last pound. OK, in fact I kind of like the last pound. OK, so don't make me do anything that I'll regret. MNCA: Ooh, what'cha gonna do, fat boy, huh? What? CHAN: Nothing, except tell you, uh, I think it's wonderful how much energy you have. MNCA: Well, thanks. CHAN: I mean, especially considering how tough it's been for you to find work. MNCA: Well, you know. CHAN: You know, I mean, you can't tell your parents you were fired because they'd be disappointed. MNCA: [sad] Uh-huh. CHAN: And it's not as if you have a boyfriend's shoulder to cry on. MNCA: Well no, but um. CHAN: I mean, if it were me, I think I'd have difficulty just getting out of bed at all. MNCA: Y'know, I try to stay positive. . . CHAN: So, you feel like goin' for a run? MNCA: Alright. CHAN: Because, you know, you don't have to. If you want, you could just take a nap right here. MNCA: OK. Just for a little while. CHAN: OK. [Puts an afghan over her and dances into his room]
Phoebe: Yeah, but, y'know, it's... it would be like starting on the fifteenth date.
Woman: Oh, I'm sorry, is that your basket? It's really pretty. Unfortunately, I don't see suds.
CHANDLER: (on phone) Hi, it's me.
JANICE: Hey, it's everybody.
Chandler: And you're thinking of taking it? (Pause) So before you said being me with me was more important than any job, but I guess now it's old job, (Raises his hand) me, (Raises his hand) new job.
ROSS: It's the only possibility, Phoebe.
Phoebe: Really? So this is... this is my big send off in the married life? Rachel this is the only bachelorette party I'm ever gonna have! I've got a big wad of ones in my purse! Really? I mean, really? It's just tea?
RACHEL: It's really not that big!
Phoebe: It's too soon to tell. She's resting, which is a good sign.
ROSS: It's just, it's, it's me. You, you know I've only been with one woman my whole life and she turned out to be a lesbian. So now I've got myself all psyched out, you know, and it's become, like this, this thing and I. . . Well, you just must think I'm weird.
RACHEL: I think it's sexy.
Rachel: It's my father. He wants to give me a Mercedes convertible.
CHANDLER: What's this in my pocket? Why it's Joey's porno movie.
Chandler: It's a beautiful thing.
Ross: It's a big deal to me. This is great, Monica. I really appreciate this.
Dr. Franzblau: No, no, really. I suppose it's because I spend so much time, you know, where I do.
RACHEL: So, it's pretty late, you're probably uh, not still planning on. . .
Rachel: Well, it's a little low... pick up a little... (Ross picks it up) a little bit more... (he picks it up again) a little bit more... (he takes it off) There you go! (pause) Now throw it away!
ROSS: What, it's not your fault.
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.
CHANDLER: But it's Ross.
PHOEBE: It's Ross.
PHOEBE: Oh, it's like a skit.
MONICA: It's on us, all right, so don't worry. It's our treat.
Mike: And that's how it's done! (Phoebe kisses him)
(Hayley laughs and goes into the kitchen thinking it's a joke, Joey doesn't see what's so funny about it)
CHANDLER: Look guys, I know it's a little steep.
MONICA: It's work.
Monica: STOP IT!! ...Oh my God. It's true! Who am I?
Monica: Okay. (in her microphone) It's zero hour. All teams execute on my count. (to all) Let's get this bad boy on the road.
Carol: Ross, you're being silly. I've tried it, it's no big deal. Just taste it. (Holding out a bottle.)
Chandler: It's just that I'm sick of being a victim of this Dick Clark holiday. I say this year, no dates, we make a pact. Just the six of us- dinner.
MONICA: Why, it's dinner for six. 5 steaks, and an eggplant for Phoebe.
Chandler: Yeah, I think for us, kissing is pretty much like an opening act, y'know? I mean it's like the stand-up comedian you have to sit through before Pink Floyd comes out.
TOGETHER: Smelly Cat, Smelly Cat, what are they feeding you? Smelly Cat, Smelly Cat, it's not your fault.
Jill: Chandler, we've been here for an hour doing this! Now watch, it's easy.
Ross: All right, all right, it's just that you left a red sock in with all your whites, and now, everything's kinda pink.
MICH: Well, you know, there's no one way really, it's just, you know, whatever it takes so that you can finally say to him, "I'm over you."
ROSS: I, I don't know, it's got all this stuff about wind and trees and there's some kind of sacred pool in it. I mean, I don't really get it but she's, she's pretty upset about it.
Rachel: All right. All right, all right, all right, all right, I know it's stupid! I will go see him this afternoon, and I will just put an end to it!
PHOEBE: Ok, look, before you even start, I'm not denying evolution, ok, I'm just saying that it's one of the possibilities.
Ross: I know, I know I was, but there was always this little voice inside that kept saying it's never gonna happen, move on. You know whose voice that was?
ROSS: Really. It's always been you, Rach.
JOEY: 'Cause it's always somethin', you know, like Monica's new job, or the whole Ross's birthday hoopla.
Joey: But no, it's not close. You said it was in escrow? I couldn't even find it on the map.
ROSS: No, no, uh, it's not what you think. It's um the other thing.
CHANDLER: Uh-Oh. It's Isaac Newton, and he's pissed.
Ross: Oh my God. It's like Sophie's Choice.
Phoebe: (In a strange heavy accent) Hello "ja", it's time for your massage, ja! Put your face in the hole.
RACHEL: Well, from me. And I know it's not your big money song, but it's my favorite.
Monica: Well, my breasts are going to get bigger weather you like it or not! And you know what? It's not just my breasts. My ass is going to get bigger too.
Joey: Ok, Caravaggio uses chiaroscuro here to highlight the anguish of the central figure. Touch it, it's really bumpy! (Reaches out to touch the imaginary painting).
ROSS: Look it's the artist formerly known as Chandler.
JOEY: No, no, no, it.. it's too hard. It's not worth it. I quit.
MNCA: It's Fun Bobby.
PHOEBE: What is this obsessive need you have to make everyone agree with you? No, what's that all about? I think, I think maybe it's time you put Ross under the microscope.
RICHARD: It's the basketball playoffs.
PHOE: It's not that bad.
PHOEBE: No, no, no. I'm sorry. It's "smelly cat, smel-ly cat".