words in movies
Rachel: Ok, you know what, I'm just gonna take her outside.
Mike: You know, kinda think of it, the capital of Peru IS "vtox". (opens the kitchen cabinet) Oh god! Oh!
Phoebe: Well not so much a pet as, you know, an occasional visitor who I put food out for, you know. Kinda like Santa. Except Santa doesn't poop on the plate of cookies.
Mike: I don't know but they don't sound like spa treatments. You have to get rid of it!
Rachel: Well, when we first met, you know, I thought you were pompous and arrogant and obnoxious ...
Rachel: No, I just mean that, you know, first impressions don't mean anything. And I-I think you're a really good guy and I'm sorry that I misjudged you.
Rachel: Hello. (to Gavin) But you know what, hey, new day, new leaf, I am just really really happy ... (sees Gavin staring at Heather) I'm sorry, obviously Heather's ass has something more important to say so I'll just wait 'till it's finished.
Rachel: That is totally different for two reasons. One - I didn't know that you knew that. And two, I wasn't some creep staring at his ass, we had a deap meaningful relationship.
Rachel: It was ... (can't remember) oh my god. He didn't have a last name. It was just "Tag". You know, like Cher, or, you know, Moses.
Rachel: Oh, you know what - my first impression of you was absolutely right. You are arrogant, you are pompous ... Morgan! Morgan! Tag's last name was Morgan! Huh!
Ross: Yeah, obvious beauty's the worst. You know, when it's right there in your face. Me, I like to have to work to find someone attractive. Makes me feel like I earned it.
Rachel: Because it took us months to find a good nanny and I wouldn't want anything to, you know, drive her away.
Phoebe: No, Mike, I don't want to kill him! I thought we were just gonna capture him and, and you know, set him free in the country side where he can maybe meet a friendly possom and a wisecracking owl.
Phoebe: I don't know, I kinda like Bob for a girl.
Mike: I don't know, I mean I'm not sure (they hear cracking voice from somewhere else in the kitchen, probably a rat caught in a trap) ...
Chandler: Allright, fine, but don't blame me if it doesn't work. Because you know as well as I do that once Joey sets his mind on something, more often than not, he's going to have sex with it.
Joey: Actually, that will be long. You know, I really need to organize my thoughts.
Phoebe: I had to bring them! We killed their mother, they're our responsibility now. You know, they require constant care. You should know that, Rachel, you're a mother.
Joey: No ... the leather sticks to my ass. You know, this isn't fair. What makes you think that I'm just gonna sleep with her and then blow her off? Huh? Can't you guys open your minds to the possibility that I actally like her, and might want something real? (pause) Look, the truth is, I haven't felt this way about anyone since Rachel, ok? I didn't think I could ever love again.
Phoebe: Well, you know what, they're our responsibility now.
Mike: Well, I know this is gonna sound crazy, but, we could not let the box of rats ruin our lives.
Phoebe: Good. It's just so hard, it's hard for me to ... let them go. I guess it just brings back memories, you know, from ... when I gave birth to my brother's triplets and I had to give them up. (Mike is shocked) I haven't told you about that yet, have I?
Gavin: You don't mind? (puts it around her neck) Well, what do you know, it fits!
Chandler: Oh, uh, well, I haven't seem it but if I do I'll let you know.
Emily: Dont do this to me, again. Youd know Id stay here in a minute, but Id really miss so much work, theyll fire me.
Barry: You know, you were right? I mean, I thought we were happy. We weren't happy. But with Mindy, now I'm happy. Spit.
Ross: Okay? But-but imagine a lot more lights, okay? And-and yknow fewer bricks, and-and-and flowers, and candles
ROSS: I know.
Monica: Yknow, in my defense, umm there was no glitter on the macaroni and very little glue.
Monica: Because theyll know weve been listening.
ROSS: Look, I know you don't want to hear this right now but, we've seen him in his new place, alright. And he's happy, he's, he's decorated.
ROSS: Ahh, oh that's OK, I mean, he's probably got, you know, parties to go to and stuff. But, ya know, he's moved on. Hey, that, that's the way it goes right.
RACH: I don't know. Whatever I was feeling, I'm... not.
Monica: Okay? (To a different group) Over here we have pink suede, which is nice. But umm, if it gets wet then you know its gonna shrink.
Chandler: Okay, heres the thing. Were gonna get you some coffee and they will never know that youre drunk.
Monica: You know what, everything's gonna be okay.
Monica: Look, I know that you're in a place right now where you really need to hate Julie's guts, but she didn't do anything wrong. I mean, she was just a girl who met a guy, and now they go out. I really think that if you gave her a chance, you'd like her. Would you just give that a chance, for me?
Monica: Because hell know what to do? (Rachel comes out of her room with a bear thats dressed in a rain suit.) Oh my God, youre a genius!
Chandler: Well, I tried Billy Jean King, but... (Ross glares at him) you know, you and Monica have the same "I'm gonna kill you" look...? I can usually make it go away by kissing her... (Ross continues to glare at him and Chandler leans in as if he's going to kiss Ross)
Phoebe: Oh well, as long as it is under control, you know, you can't do anything about it, he's already dating her, and she is a nice person, that wouldn't be right.
DUNCAN: I know, that's what I kept telling myself but you just reach a point where you can't live a lie anymore.
Ross: Oh, I don't know, they seem to have a shared interest in each other's tonsils...
PHOEBE: Yeah, or you know, you could just wish that I didn't have them now.
Ross: You guys, you know what, you know what, it doesn't matter, because you both have to go get dressed before the big vain in my head pops. So..
Joey: I dont know Ross, not if youre gonna talk about how you gave up a career in basketball to become a paleontologist.
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!
MONICA: No no. See, in my bedroom I set my clock six minutes fast. You wanna know why?
RACHEL: Ok, here, I know what we can do. [grabs Joey's sadwich and throws it out the window]
Rachel: (crying) I'd do anything for you, you know that.
Phoebe: Awe, this is so sweet of you! But you know what? I won’t be needing a veil, I actually won’t be wearing a dress at all!
Emily: Oh, no-no, yknow I absolutely adore Rachel its just that, well it might be a awkward for you. But its absolutely your decision. (Gets up.) More tea?
PHOEBE: Well at least we know she's a woman.
RACHEL: God I know, you're right.
Phoebe: I know. Hand me a tissue. (Monica hands her one.)
RACHEL: I know.
PHOEBE: I know. Oh, like you would drink her coffee after what you did to her with Van Damme.
PHOEBE: And because you're both, you know, white women.
Rachel: Yeah! Its an apothecary table. Does anyone even know what an apothecary is?
Monica: You know, if you just wait another... six and a half minutes...
ROSS: Most of you don't know me, I'm Rachel's boyfriend.
MONICA: I know you do. Me too. (pause) So what now?
ROSS: That doesn't matter. She wanted to call Bob. Hey, for all we know, Bob is who she was meant to be with. You may be destroying two people's chance for happiness.
Joey: (entering) Hey! Hey Chandler look, I know youre mad, but I just want to say Im sorry. I-I was a total jerk. Completely o-over the line. Uh, I just I hate pulp! Yknow? I mean, yknow how Monica feels about low fat mayonnaise?
Rachel: I don't know... I mean, I've never looked at you that way before.
Rachel: Ross, you know what...
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.
Monica: I know I do.
Monica: I know, Amanda! Ah! She called me too! She's the worst!
ROSS: Well, ya know, someone should have called me.
MONICA: Ya know, Roy saw Star Wars 317 times. His name was in the paper.
Rachel: Oh, okay see I thought, I thought you meant how much was it when it was new, yknow like back then.
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...
Chandler: I know!
Chandler: Okay, you know, you know when your in bed, with a woman.
JOEY: Yeah, I know exactly what she's goin' through.
Joey: Yeah, I know, I sleep in the next room.
Rachel: I just dont know! It just doesnt feel right.
Mr. Geller: You don't wanna know.
Rachel: Yeah, just so weird seeing him like that, you know? I mean he is a doctor, you don't expect doctors to get sick!
Phoebe: Thank you! I know, though.
MACHINE: Here comes the beep, you know what to do.
Ross: Like uh yknow like this! This! (He picks up one of those art projects that kids make in kindergarten and first grade.) She-she couldve made this!
Phoebe: Monica, you don't know that.
Ross: You don't, you don't know what your wearing?
PHOEBE: I know you're just moving uptown but I'm really gonna miss you.
Joey: Stalin...Stalin...do I know that name? It sounds familiar.
Mrs. Geller: Oh, she just graduated, and she wants to be something in cooking, or food, or.... I don't know. Anyway, I told her you had a restaurant-
PHOEBE: Yes, yes, and it's, and we always have to go to, you know, someplace nice, you know? God, and it's not like we can say anything about it, 'cause, like this birthday thing, it's for Ross.
Joey: You are so the man! (motions him to come in, and he does) Now look, listen, listen, you got to be cool, cause my Grandma doesnt know about you two yet, and you do not want to tick her off. She was like the sixth person to spit on Mussolini's hanging body. Yeah.
Ross: Okay. You know that I-I have to go.
Ross: What, now youre not even taking to me? (moves over to the coffee table) Look Rachel, I-Im sorry, okay, Im sorry, I was out of my mind. I thought Id lost you, I didnt know what to do. Come on! Come on, how insane must I have been to do something like this? Huh? I-I dont cheat right, I, thats not me, Im not Joey!
Monica: I don't know!
PHOEBE: Ya know, in all the years that we have been grandmother and granddaughter, you have never lied to me.
ROSS: You know what, you guys, we don't have to watch this.
Monica: Oh my god, Joey, for all we know this guy could be horribly...
Chandler: Okay, so you both just know this stuff?
Mike: I know. This has been the best year... (the crowd starts cheering so he starts yelling) THIS HAS BEEN THE BEST YEAR OF MY LIFE!
Rachel: You know what Im going to do? Im going to get in my sweats, and eat this in bed! (exits)
Ursula: I dont know. He said he did all this stuff and then I said I did it too and he got so excited, it was really fun.
CHANDLER: Hey. Well, you will all be pleased to know that I have a date tomorrow night. This woman, Alison, from work. She's great. She's pretty, she's smart. And uh, I've been holding off on asking her out in the past, because she has an unusually large head. But, I'm not gonna let that stuff hang me up anymore. Look at me. I'm growing.
Malcom: Uh-huh, I don't know.
Phoebe: Or, we could not tell them we know and have a little fun of our own
Joey: Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Like-like when Im doing something exciting and I dont wanna get too excited, I just ahh, yknow try to thing of other things like ah sandwiches, and ah baseball, and ah Chandler!
Phoebe: Uhm... You know, once we're in the air and the captain turns off the seatbelt sign... you feel free to roam about my cabin...
Monica: I know the code to his answering machine.
Joey: You know, you and Bob, and me and my girlfriend, uh, uh, Monica.
Joey: Hey, you know about that?!
Monica: Whew. Although yknow, this is part of a salt and pepper set. I mean I guess yknow it may just count as a half a present. What do you think?
Rachel: No, I know I dont either, but ya know what, its their party, and its just one night. And we dont even have to lie; we just wont say anything. If it comes up again, well just smile. Well nod along.
Phoebe: Oh, I don't know. I mean it was fun one time.
Ross: That does not sound stupid to me. You know, it's like the first time I had to make dinner for myself, after Carol left me? (the buzzer on the washer goes off) I'm sorry, that's all the time we have. Next on Ross...(opens up the washer) Uh-oh.
Rachel: Well, let's see... uh... I know that she has a meeting with her lawyer and then she has to make a very big poop. Why?
Ross: Yknow what? I dont like you without mom. (To Joey) Come on. (Walks away.)
Phoebe: You know.. you let your guard down, you start to really care about someone, and I just- I- (starts chewing her hair)
Ross: Okay, well here we are. Now were in a tough spot again, Rach. What do you want to do? How do you want to handle it? Huh? Do you wanna fight for us? Or, do you wanna bail? (sits down next to her) Look, I, (on the verge of tears) I did a terrible, stupid, stupid thing. Okay? And Im sorry, I wish I could take it back, but I cant. (We see Monica and Phoebe are almost in tears.) I just cant see us throwing away something we know is so damn good. Rachel, I love you so much.
Joey: Yknow what? Why dont you just give us our souvenirs and get the hell out of here?
Monica: She has to know that your not ready.
JOEY: These'll go great in my new place. You know, 'till I get real ones.
ROSS: No, no, I don't wanna put it off, I just, God I just, I spent last year being so unbelievably miserable, ya know, and now, now I'm actually happy. You know, I mean, really happy. I just, I just don't wanna, I don't wanna mess it up, ya know.
Ross: I don't know, I'm one sorry polentologist. (Stops reading.) All right Joey, we get it. (To Chandler) I'm sorry.
CHANDLER: Yeah, I wouldn't know having missed everything.
Monica: Oh wait, you know what, I got it, I got it, pretend like you just woke up, okay, that will throw her off. Be sleepy.
Joey: You know what's crazy? These jars. What is it, like two bites in here?
Rachel: Sure Pheebs, you know, that's what it's there for, emergencies and pretend agents.