words in movies
Rachel: (to maitre d') Hi, I'm here to see mr Campbell... with Gucci. The reservation is probably under Gucci. It's spelled like Gukki, which could be confusing.
Maitre d': Mr Campbell's not here yet. Let me show you to his table.
(They walk to the table, but Rachel suddenly gasps. Sitting there is mr Zellner, her boss from her current job at Ralph Lauren.)
Maitre d': I'm sorry. That's always mr Campbell's table.
Mr Zellner: Rachel?
Mr Zellner: (confused) That's great!
Mr Zellner: Well, you got uhm... good energy.
Mr Campbell: Rachel?
Mr Campbell: James Campbell...
Rachel: Hi! (to mr Zellner) Excuse us.
Mr Campbell: Please... (shows her to sit)
Rachel: Okay. Oh, yeah... (whispering to mr Zellner) Oh he's cute!
Mr Campbell: So... your resumé is quite impressive. (Mr Zellner who sits behind Rachel shrugs)
Mr Campbell: Dating profile? I-I-I'm talking about the work resumé.
Mr Campbell: Maybe people... found it weird.... So, why do you want to leave Ralph Lauren?
Mr Campbell: You don't?
Mr Campbell: Well, if you don't want to leave, why are we having this lunch?
(Rachel mimes and mouths to mr Campbell "That is my boss", pointing to mr Zellner)
Mr Campbell: What?
Mr Campbell: That's Hugo Boss?
(Rachel holds her hand in order to support her head. Mr Zellner obviously overheard the conversation.)
[Scene: The Gellers' house. Monica, Ross, and Richard are arriving to Mr. Gellers birthday party.]
Mr. Geller: Oh my!
Mr. Geller: Ohh, I thought that you....
Mr. Waltham: Its the Gellers!
Mr. Treeger:: Im sure as hell a dancer, its no use Marge will never go for me.
Mr. Geller: Okay, okay.
CHANDLER: Well, I'm sure you'll teach her a lesson when she steps off the dock onto nothing. Hey Mr. Douglas.
Mr. Geller: Boy, bad time to say the wrong name, huh Ross?
Mr. Waltham: (walking by) Yes.
(Cut to Mr. and Mrs. Geller.)
Mr. Bowmont: Its Pam.
Mr. Waltham: Ahh, then you have to give us the lawn ornaments.
Mr. Waltham: No.
Mr. Waltham: Weve come for her things.
Mr. Waltham: Goodbye Geller.
Mr. Heckles: Er, yeah, it's mine.
Mr. Waltham: Dont take that tone with me. (She looks evilly at him.) All-all right you can. (He looks over at Ross and Shrugs.)
MR. HECKLES: You're stomping. It's disturbing my birds.
Mr. Geller: Well Judy, you did it! She's finally full!
Mr. Heckles: He told me in person.
Phoebe: (reading the slip of paper) Wow! (In a sultry voice) Hello, Mr. Chandler.
Mr. Geller: Wow, love your new nose!
MR. GREENE: Oh hello Ross, where have you been?
Mr. Geller: I wanna be buried at sea, it looks like fun.
Mr. Geller: (To Chandler) God, your hair sure is different!
CHANDLER: Hey I didn't kill your fish. Look Eddie...[puts his hand on Eddie's shoulder] Would you look at what I'm doin' here. That can't be smart. So we're just gonna take this guy right off ya and put him here in Mr. Pocket. Tangellon? [picks up the fruit an tosses it to Eddie, it hits Eddie in the chest and falls]
Mr. Geller: Dude!
Mr. Geller: C'mon, you'll make a day of it! You'll rent a boat, pack a lunch...
ROSS: Alright, alright, here's the chance. Monica give him cash, Rachel give him your earrings. Something, now, anything. MONICA: No, I will not cave. RACHEL: Yeah, I'm with Mon. ROSS: Alright, alright, you know how you say I never seize the day? Well, alright, even though he's your super, I'm seizing. [approaches Mr. Treeger] Mr. Treeger, here is 50 bucks, merry Christmas. [Gives him the cash.]
Mr. Waltham: Terribly nice of you to offer to pay for half the wedding. (He hand a multipage bill to Jack.)
MR. GELLER: Who's drink can I freshen?
Mr. Burgin: Youll wear that. Well be eating, and of course, youll be wearing that.
MR. GELLER: What? I'm kidding. You know I'd never let him touch the Porsche.
MR. GELLER: That's impossible, he's got a twinkie in the city.
Mr. Zelner: (Sees that she has some ink on her lip from her pen.) Oh Rachel, uhh (He points to his lip to get her to notice the ink on hers.)
Rachel: I overheard you guys on the phone the other day, and you said, "I'll just tell Rachel that I'm doing laundry for a couple of hours." And he said, "Laundry? Is that my new nickname?" And you said, "No! You know what your nickname is, Mr. Big."
JOEY: See after the scene, Mr. Beatty comes up to me and says 'good actor, bad kisser'. Can you believe that, me not a good kisser, that's like, like Mother Theresa, not a good mother.
Mr. Geller: All right, enough! I dont want to hear about it anymore! (Under his breath) Good luck, Chandler. (Chandler takes another drink.)
PHOEBE: Sparkly. So, wow, this is pretty wonerful, huh. Mr. major capades guy. I, I remember when you were just, like, King Friday in Mr. Roger's Ice is Nice.
Phoebe: Mr. President.
Mr. Geller: Well I dont know, I-I suppose we may have favored you unconsciously, you were a medical marvel! The doctor said your mother could
MR. GREENE:Alright, alright, I can get my own coat.
Ross: I see... Thanks very much. (he gets up and walks to the door. On his way out he looks at the photographs Mr Zelner has near his door. He picks one up.) Is this your son?
Mr. Waltham: (entering) Rachel! Could I have a moment?
Mr. Geller: Well, the white seems to be untouched. (He throws it back into the box as Mr. Geller moves a tarp and makes a discovery.) Uh-oh.
Mr. Zelner: Zelner.
Mr. Geller: Well, I dont know whats in the boxes down here, but I do know there are six or seven Easy Bake Ovens in the attic.
Mr. Zelner: Just ah (He points again.)
Mr. Zelner: Yes!
Mr. Zelner: Hi Rachel!
Mr. Zelner: It's really nice to see you again.
Mr. Zelner: Um-hmm.
Mr Zelner: Wow, that is tempting.
(We hear the backup horn of a truck and see through the window that the Mr. Bowmont has arrived.)
Ross: You dont want to believe me, Im Mr. Funny to you. Mr. Funny (turns around and almost spills his coffee on Tommy)
Mr. Geller: This bill for my half of the wedding. its insane.
Mr. Burgin: Well, were starving, why dont we all go get something to eat?
Mr. Tribbiani: Just for a coupla days. I got a job midtown. I figure I'm better off staying with the kid than hauling my ass back and forth on the ferry. (Sees Roger) I don't know this one.
[Scene: The Gellers Garage, Mr. Geller and Ross are finishing up recreating Monicas memories as Monica enters.]
Mr. Geller: Are you kidding me, I could stay and look at her forever.
Mr. Heckles: I don't have a monkey.
Joey: Oh what? Like your Mr. Cop!
Chandler: (on phone) Hey Mr. Kostelic! How's life on the fifteenth floor? (Listens) Yeah, I miss you too. (Listens) Yeah, it's a lot less satisfying to steal pens from your own home, you know? (Listens) Well, that's very generous (Listens) er, but look, this isn't about the money. I need something that's more than a job. I need something I can really care about.... (Listens) And that's on top of the yearly bonus structure you mentioned earlier? (Listens) Look, Al, Al... I'm not playing hardball here, OK? This is not a negotiation, this is a rejection! (Listens) No! No! No, stop saying numbers! I'm telling you, you've got the wrong guy! You've got the wrong guy! (Listens) I'll see you on Monday! (slams the phone down)
[Camera pans to the Geller family table. Ross, Rachel, Mr. and Mrs. Geller are there.]
Mr. Heckles: What about it?
Ross: Hey, howd the date go with Mr. Millionaire?
Mr. Zelner: Here let me (He goes to wipe it off himself.)
Mr. Zelner: That's quite all right, but I feel obligated to tell you that this meeting is being videotaped.
Mr. Waltham: All right, Ill tell her. (To his wife) Come on bugger face!
ROSS: [pulls the cigarette off his upper lip and hands it to Mr. Greene] Yeah, yes it is, I was just moistening the tip.
MR. GREENE: ...and you sand it and you varnish it...
Ross: and it was Ernst Muhlbrat who first hypothesized that the Velociraptor would expand its collar and emit a high pitched noise to frighten its predator. (A student raises his hand.) Yes Mr. Lewis?
Rachel: Well, hello, Mr. Rachel! (Throws some more rice.)
Monica: Well, if you had kept listening, you-you would have heard me call him Mr. Big (Thinks) ot.
Joey: Thank you. Cha-ching! (Chandler starts to leave) Oh, well hello Mr. Lincoln. Better luck next time buddy. (Chandler leaves and closes the door) And the drinks are on me!
MR. HECKLES: Thank you. I'm going to rejoin my dinner party.
Mr. Geller: Its older than that. Ross was actually conceived right near this tuxedo.
Mr. Waltham: Rachel, one of your customers seems to have left his billfold. A Joshua Bergen.
Mr. Geller: What? Dr. Wilson's an artist! He removed my mole cluster. Wanna see? (He starts to show her as the doorbell rings.)
Chandler: Oh, yeah, easy for you to say, you don't have to walk around sporting some reject from the Mr. T collection. [Joey walks in behind Chandler]
Mr. Treeger:: Ahh, thanks but no. You see I-I think Im ready to dance with girls.
Mr.Heckles: Youre doing it again.
MR. BOYLE: All right, there was none. Let's talk signing. You be noisy girl number one, you be noisy girl number two.
Mr. Geller: Hi!
MR. DOUGLAS: I have a family, I'm gonna be here.
[Monica jumps in the shower. Right after Mrs. Geller enters the bathroom, Mr. Geller peeks his head in.]
Mr. Geller: My joke wasnt funny.
Mr. Geller: Monica, all this food looks wonderful, you should think about doing this for a living.
Mr. Geller: (angry) No.
Mr. Geller: Whats the matter with him?
Phoebe: Rach, Rach, I just remembered. I had a dream about Mr. Geller last night.
(inside Chandlers apartment, Chandler is coming in from his bedroom, sees Mr. Heckles, and screams.)
Mr. and Mrs. Geller: Yes. (They look at Chandler angrily.)
Mr. and Mrs. Geller: What?!
Mr. Geller: What happened son?
Mr. Geller: And we kinda figured about the porch swing.
Rachel: Well, hello, Mr. Rachel! (Throws some more rice.)
[Cut to the roof, where Joey and Mr. Treeger are dancing happily to ^Night and Day^.]
Mr. Geller: No, the man is a mess.
Mr. Zelner: Come on in.