words in movies
Mr. Burgin: France sucks!
Mr. Burgin: Well just grab some food and take it with us right upstairs, and well be right out of you hair.
Mr. Burgin: Yep, sucks!
Mr. Burgin: I like her. She sees smart.
Mr. Burgin: Hi.
Mr. Burgin: So, have you kids eaten yet?
Mr. Burgin: Well, were starving, why dont we all go get something to eat?
Mr. Burgin: So We go eat.
Mr. Burgin: Youll wear that. Well be eating, and of course, youll be wearing that.
Mr. Geller: Whats the matter with him?
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.
(inside Chandlers apartment, Chandler is coming in from his bedroom, sees Mr. Heckles, and screams.)
MR. GELLER: C'mon kid, let's go.
[Scene: Mr. Ratstatter's office. Monica is there.]
Monica: (on phone) Awww, y'know what your nickname is, Mr. Big
MR. TREEGER: No can do, like I told the girl, I can't get a new knob until Thursday.
Phoebe: Sounds like somebody wants to be Mr. Pizza Delivery Girl.
LITTLE BULLY: Us, what about you guys? Man you really, bing, gave it to old Mr. Clean back there. He was a big guy.
[Scene: Joey's apartment. Joey and Sandy are sitting at the kitchen counter. Joey is holding mr. Wigglemunch, and Sandy holds the Grumpus.]
Jill: Oh, Mr. Scientist has to get all technical!
Mr. Zelner: Come on in.
Mr. Waltham: Excuse me, Im standing right here!
Mr. Geller: Well, its time for a new family to start their memories here and hopefully their check will clear before they find the crack in the foundation and the asbestos in the ceiling.
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. Oberblau: I'm just saying, I have a cabin in the Adirondacks if you ever want to get away from the city, well, that'd be (pause) just nifty!
Mr. Geller: Everyone thinks they know me. Everyone says 'Jack Geller, so predictable'. Maybe after I'm gone, they'll say 'Buried at sea! Huh!'.
MR. GREENE: I have to be heading to my chateau, thank you.
MR. GELLER: When did I say that?
Mrs. Geller: (To Mr. Geller) This is worse than when he married the lesbian.
Ross: Of course, of course, Mr. Stevens.
Rachel: (chasing after him) Oh, wait! Sorry, Mr. Paul? Mr. Paul?
Chandler: Theres a Mr. Bing!
Mr. Waltham: You spend half your life in the bathroom, why dont you ever go out the bloody window!
Paul: I usually prefer Elizabeths boyfriends to address me as Mr. Stevens.
Mr. Geller: I always thought that too. Tell me, what does your father do?
Ross: Well we-we dont know for sure. But in my head it-it sounded something like this. (He makes a high pitched noise and Alan doesnt know what to make of it.) Of course, this is just conjecture. Okay, thats uh, thats all for today. (Everyone starts to get up.) Uh Mr. Morse, can I see you for a moment?
MR. GELLER: C'mon, it's my birthday.
Rachel: Ohh, its Joshua invited me to this fancy club opening tonight. But, I already told Mr. Waltham that I would take his niece to this dumb old opera. So What are you gonna do?
Mr. Geller: No! Thank you! (Hugs Chandler) Monica, and Ross! I dont know what Im gonna do about the two of you!
Mr. Geller: I love you sweetheart. (He kisses her and they sit down.)
Mr. Thompson: Nice to see you Rachel.
Sarah: Really Mr. Geller, you dont have to do this.
Mr. Thompson: Good luck.
Mr. Thompson: Ohh, nice choice.
(Rachels boss, Mr. Thompson walks up.)
Rachel: Joey! Joey, good one! (Mr. Thompson starts to laugh.)
Mr. Thompson: Thats good. Very good! (Walks away.)
Mr. Bowmont: I was actually relieved uh I didnt win the boat. My wife wouldve killed me.
Joey: Uhh, excuse me is there a Mr. Bowmont at this table?
Mr. Geller: (entering) Hi Rachel.
Mr. Thompson: Congratulations on your new boat, Joey Tribbiani!!
MR. GELLER: It's the off light. Right Ross? [pans over to see Ross with an afro and moustache]
Mr. Bowmont: Thats me.
Mr. Bowmont: I dont think so dear.
Mr. Geller: What?! They wanted a scary story!
Mr. Geller: We have it. Only now, we call it the beach house.
ROSS: Ohh, big smoker. [Packs the cigarettes and flings one on Mrs. Greene in the process. Finally gets one in his mouth and it look really out of place] Big big smoker. In fact I'm gonna go ou into the hallway and fire up this bad boy. [as he walks into the hall, he comes face to face with Mr. Greene]
[Scene: The Geller household, Mr. and Mrs. Geller are getting ready for Thanksgiving dinner. The doorbell rings.]
[Scene: The Mr. Bowmont, is tied up alongside the pier; Joey and Rachel are relaxing.]
Mrs. Potter: Mr. Simons been waiting for(sees Phoebe and Rick) Oh my God!
(Mr. Thompson looks shocked and at Rachel, she suddenly starts laughing.)
Monica: Excuse me Mr. Mexico.
Mr. Tribbiani: No, it's only been six years. I just wanted to put a nice memory in your head so you'd know that I wasn't always such a terrible guy. ...Joe. Y'ever been in love?
Mr. Geller: It seemed like such a simple idea.
[Scene: Mr. Geller's party. Mr. Geller and a friend are questioning Richard while Ross observes.]
[Scene: The Mr. Bowmont (Joeys boat), shes shown to be in one of the waterways around New York, but in reality shes in a sound stage on the Warner Bros. lot and we see New York from the water in some rather poor green screen shots. Rachel and Joey are on board.]
Mr. Treeger:: Okay ahh, well, just ahh, follow my lead. (Turns on some music)
MR. GELLER: Your mother's right. Take her, you can wear my tux.
Ross: Ooh, well. Ah, I kinda have got a lot on my plate right now, not that I wouldn't love a weekend in the country with a strange man. (Mr. Oberblau giggles)
Chandler: He had sex with Mr. Girabaldi!
(They start towards the door but are stopped when Mr. Zelner enters.)
Mr. Zelner: Uh actually, Id like to speak with both of you.
Mr. Zelner: Hello Rachel, you uh, got a minute?
Joey: Who cares?! I-Ill make payments, whatever it takes, I want the Mr. Bowmont!!
Mr. Zelner: You wrote that you have a cute touchie?
Tag: (interrupting) Uh Mr. Zelner, Im the one who filled in that evaluation.
Rachel: Someone? I brought people. Mr. Thompson, this is Phoebe. Phoebe, this is Mr. Thompson. (She introduces them.) Hes the head of my department.
Mr. Douglas: Its pretty ugly. We havent seen an ANUS this bad since the seventies.
Mr. Treeger:: No! Youre clogging up the chute that I spent a half-hour unclogging!
MR. TREEGER: There she is. And over there, that's the other one. This is Mr. Buddy Boyle, Mr. Heckles' attorney. He'd like to talk to you.
MR. TREEGER: He musta been sweepin'. They found a broom in his hand.
Joshua: Yeah, that would be fantastic! My-my nephew is crazy about the Knicks! This is fantastic, thank you so much Rachel. (He takes the tickets and leaves as Mr. Waltham returns.)
Mr. Geller: Im here!
Mr. Geller: So its just your mother then.
Mr. Bowmont: I dont think shed like that.
Mr. Geller: Sure!
Mr. Geller: Great!
Mr. Geller: Its the key to my Porsche. Well, the key to your Porsche.
Mr. Geller: Really?
Mr. Geller: Oh my God, does she really thinks that?
Mr. Geller: You dont secretly smoke do you?
Mr. Geller: Oh, yeah you loved that glove! You took it every place you went. You never went any place without that glove.
Mr. Geller: Crap.
Mr. Treeger:: Look come on, eh, just ah, just ah, put your arms around me, eh.
Mr. Geller: (overacting) Thats a good one! Do you hear that Ross? Three days!
(Joey walks away and Mr. and Mrs. Geller walk up. Mr. Geller is wearing this ancient velvet tuxedo.)
Mr. Geller: Oh look, look theres your old makeup kit!
MR. GELLER: I tell you, I've never seen him this happy.
[the guys form a wall between Mrs Geller and Mr Geller and dance across the hall as he walks across]
Mr. Franklin: But we really do need to find someone up here. The work is starting to pile up. Ive got a stack of documents on my desk this high. (Holds his hand at shoulder level.)
Rachel: Oh. (they knock at the next door, Mr. Heckles answers) Hi. We just found this cat and we're looking for the owner.
Mr. Geller: Im afraid so.
Mr. Geller: (grabbing a glove) This couldve been hers!