words in movies
Molly: No, you stay, I'll do it (takes Emma from Rachel).
Phoebe: No. It starts with a "v" and ends with an "x". Helpfully with a "to" in the middle.
Phoebe: (relived) Oh, whew, no, that's Bob.
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.
Mike: No, no, to test his neck strength.
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.
Ross: Wh - No. Some woman who sounded a lot like Joey called earlier and asked for her daughter, the "hot nanny".
Gavin: Hey Mom! No, that's just my secretary. (Rachel is upset)
Rachel: Oh no no no no no, Gavin can't, he already has plans, most likely with his mother.
Monica: Wouldn't kick her out of bed. No more Vodka for me! (put her glass down)
Phoebe: No! Seven rats! I think we should take them home, we need feed them.
Molly: No, where did you study acting?
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.
Ross: Ok ... (they leave the room, long pause) Well, uh, Joey, I guess we have no problem.
Mike: Yeah - not such a problem with rats. No, they're more of a "love the one you're with" kind of animals.
Phoebe: No. (opens the box) wh - get off your sister! Oh my god, what are we gonna do? We have 7 rats. So what if each of them has 7 rats? And then each of those have 7 rats? That's like ... (starts counting with her fingers) That's math I can't even do! What are we gonna do?
Mike: No, I think you're sweet.
Monica: No way! You had your party, now I have mine! Is everything alright?
Monica: Oh, we weren't talking about you. No, no way to recover.
Rachel: No.
Phoebe: (likes the jacket) No, but I like it. I think I left one of my rat babies.
Joey: No it isnt, I ate that.
Joey: No! No. Dont do that, just next time make sure she really likes me.
Phoebe: No, no actually, he's smiling.. and... Oh my God, don't do that!!
Phoebe and Rachel: No, we never do that
JOEY: Oh we're not out. No, no. We're just uh, two heterosexual guys, hanging with the son of our other heterosexual friend, doin' the usual straight guy stuff.
Tall Guy: No I dont think so.
Ross: Beef in a dessert?! I- no no no, there is no way!
Ross: No!
Joey: No! Year! Happy No Year!
Joey: No.
Joey: No way. I've been going to the guy for 12 years.
Joey: Yeah baby! (Chandler glares at him.) No baby!
Chandler: No, no, you got zero points for 'IDNEY'.
Monica: No! (Pause) Are you doing it?! I dont hear anything! Come on!
Mr. Geller: No, the man is a mess.
Phoebe: Oh no.
Rachel: Oh no!
Joey: Yeah! Yeah yknow, like warm up the crowd. Ask em where theyre from. Cause in Joey Tribbiani you get a minister and you get an entertainer. Im a minis-tainer! (Rapping) There is no one better! There is no one greater!
Chandler: Okay and he hasnt proposed yet because she has no ring on her finger.
RACH: No, you guys, you really don't have to go, we're done talking.
Chandler: Thats funny, I saw no phlegm.
Ross: Right. No biggie. Stay loose.
Joey: Judge rules, no violation.
Joey: No way! Mr.Salty is a sailor, all right, he's got to be, like, thetoughest snack there is.
Phoebe: No, I know, I know, that this is Franks life, (walks behind them, they turn around in the leather chairs to face her) y'know. Y'know, I dont want to be all judgmental, y'know, but this is sick, its sick and wrong!
Ross: No, y'know what, I guess it's partially my fault. Y'know, I shouldn't've, uh, asked you to start off with a monkey. I should've started you off with like a pen or a pencil.
Phoebe: No! I do want to!
Chandler: Wh-wh-why, wh-why, why, why was there kissing!? There should be no kissing!!
Joey: Uh no, not really. It's an independent film y'know? So we don't have a real big budget. I figured I'd just stay in your room.
Rachel: What?! No! Im not gonna move out!
Mr. Geller: Don't listen to your mother. You're independent, and you always have been! Even when you were a kid... and you were chubby, and you had no friends, you were just fine! And you would read alone in your room, and your puzzles...
Rachel: No, you're right, you are absolutely right. I mean that makes, that makes everything different.
Monica: No, I haven't seen him.
Chandler: (To Joey) Look there is no way youre doing this wedding now. Okay?
Monica: No.
Ross: Uh, oh-oh, no you didnt. I did.
Rachel: See Pheebs, I promised you no one would die, didnt I?
Monica: No. Not after what happened with Steve.
Monica: No, my eye doctor is Richard! I cant go to him when I dont have a boyfriend!
Monica: No, it doesn't, does it? But you wanted lumps, Ross? (picks up the pan of badly burnt potatoes) Well, here you go, buddy, ya got one.
Phoebe: Oh, you're no ordinary roommate are you?
Rachel: No.
Monica: No, thank you.
Joey: No.
Chandler: Exactly. Weekend At Bernie's! Dead guy getting hit in the groin twenty, thirty times! No?
Eric: Oh no, stay here well keep doing this. Ill pay you.
Ross: No way.
Ben: No more pranks.
Mike: No but... You don't want to get married either right?
Dr. Green: Who is the father? Oh no! Please dont tell me its her! (Points at Phoebe.)
Phoebe: No, I made myself take an oath. Yeah, no fooling around with clients and umm, always be prepared. Yeah, that ones actually from the Boy Scouts, but it just makes good sense.
Gunther: No!
Jill: No! They did! (Points to Phoebe and Ross)
Chandler: No! (The oven dings.) Shhh!
MNCA: Oh, isn't he? Oh, you know, I really think this time it may work with him. I mean, he just makes me feel so good and I've been feeling so lousy this last couple of months, no job, no boyfriend. Well, at least my cup is half full.
Ross: No, you stop!
Jill: No you stop!
Rachel: Oh there is no way.
[Scene: Chandler and Joey's apartment. Chandler is answering the door in his robe.] CHAN: No, no, no, no, no, no [opens door to Monica] No. Monica, it's Sunday morning. I'm not running on a Sunday. MNCA: Why not? CHAN: Because it's Sunday. It's God's day. MNCA: OK, if you say stop, then we stop. CHAN: OK, stop. MNCA: No, c'mon, we can't stop, c'mon, we've got three more pounds to go. I am the energy train and you are on board. Woo-woo, woo-woo, woo-woo [Chandler walks out of the apartment, leaving Monica] Woo. [Scene: Rachel and Monica's apartment. Rachel is taking asprin. Ross enters.] ROSS: Hey Rach. RACH: Ahhhh. ROSS: Oh. And how was the date? RACH: Umm, I think there was a restaurant... I know there was wine. . . [Rachel looks at Ross as though she remembers something, but can't place what it is.]
Joey: Yes! Didnt you ever read Sports Illustrated?! No! I didnt read yours! But come on, we can go to the game tonight!
Joey: No, Im gonna!! Thats right! Yeah, you made me feel really guilty about goin out with that girl! Like-like-like I did something terrible to you! And now Pheebs, youre doing the same thing!
Pete: Oh, it's good news. No, it's definitely good news. Hold on a second, I have another call. (clicks his remote) (to his other call) Hey, how's it going?
Joey: No! Its not okay! Its not okay at all!! Youre dead inside!!
Ross: Or you can sit with him on the front porch and make sure no one steals the trash cans. He does that every week too.
Rachel: No.
Rachel: No.
Rachel: No! None! I mean, my first night in the city, he mentioned something about asking me out, but nothing ever happened, so I just... (to Joey): W-well, what else did he say? I mean, does he, like, want to go out with me?
Chandler: Theres no back to this couch!
Monica: No you robot!!
The Old Man: No. I'm all alone.
Ursula: No Im not.
Joey: Oh no, not you too!
Rachel: No seriously, yknow the contracts I gave you, did you overnight them?
Ross: No, I just think Monica was that fat.
Emily: No ones ever thrown me a surprise party before!
Chandler: Yknow what? I am going to take you out to dinner tonight. I found this place that makes the greatest mozzarella sticks and jalepino poppers . (Monica doesnt look impressed.) No? Really? They taste so good.
Alice: (laughs) No. No. No. (Sits down.) Okay, now, see, I wanna name the girl baby Leslie, and Frank wants to name one of the boy babies Frank JR. JR.
Ross: No, no-no, Ross Geller.
Monica: No because it-it didnt seem important.
JOEY: Olive loaf and ham spread, no mayo.
Monica: Oh no! Whats the matter?
Mike: (sighs) No...
Rachel: Oh no! No! No-no-no-no! No, I mean come on thats-thats crazyI mean thats crazy. So whats-whats going on with you? What is going on with you?
Chandler: No not okay, you cant look for Monicas presents!
Monica: No.
Phoebe: (yelling from Monicas room) No-no!! No!!
Mr. Geller: (angry) No.
Joey: Well, no, not exactly! All right, look, I, I wasn't trying to save Ross. Okay? My sandwich was next to Ross. All right? I was, I was trying to save my sandwich.
Rachel: No! There is.. there is noone else!
Chandler: No! I want a flabby gut and saggy man breasts!
Monica: No, that is what the game is.
Ross: (on the phone) Hello? (Listens.) No she cant come to the phone right now. (Listens.) Oh, right no problem. Okay, bye-bye. (Hangs up.)
Chandler: Oh, no, no, no, don't go! I've scared ya'! I've said too much! I'm hopeless, and awkward, and desperate for love!! (Janice leaves, Chandler then calls Janice to leave a message on her machine) Hey, Janice! It's me. Um, yeah, I-I-I just wanna apologize in advance for having chased you down the street. (runs out the door)
Joey: I thought we talked about this. I dont like pulp. No pulp. Pulp isnt juice. All juice, okay?
ERNIE: Bert, Bert. Bert. Hey, what happened to my friend Bert? He was here just a moment ago. Oh no, my old friend Bert is lost.
Rachel: What? Maybe I put it in here (she opens her bag). Oh, oh, it's not in there! Oh, no! I must have packed it in one of these boxes!
PHOEBE: No, it's just like, ya know, it's a whole mess of stuff, ya know. It's like, yesterday, ya know, my dad was this, like, famous Burma tree surgeon guy and, ya know, now he's a, a pharmacist guy and. . .
Phoebe: No! Look-look! Theres the coffee table they stole from us!
Rachel: No, its all right. I got nice boobs. (Phoebe and Monica nod there heads in agreement.)
Phoebe: No kind. He just makes it up.