words in movies
Chandler: OK Phoebs, how many do you want?
Ross: No. No, uh, Phoebs? You can'tyou can't do...
Ross: So, Phoebs owes $7.50, Monica, you owe $10, and Rachel, you owe fifteen big ones.
Ross: Phoebs, It's open! It's open!
RACHEL: Hey Phoebs, whatcha got there?
JOEY: Phoebs, what's goin' on?
ALL: Sorry Phoebs.
CHANDLER: OK, Phoebs, your turn.
GANG: Phoebs. [Phoebe leaves]
JOEY: Gotcha. Phoebs, walk with me.
CHAN: OK, look, that is one guy's opinion, alright. Phoebs, read yours.
RACH: Hey Phoebs, how'd it go with Scott last night?
RICHARD: Hey Phoebs, what's happening?
JOEY: Phoebs, that's OK. You took a big step today.
DUNCAN: Um, now. Phoebs.
RICHARD: Oh, thank you Phoebs. That's very sweet.
ROSS: Hey, Phoebs, how'd it go.
RACHEL: OK, Phoebs. But what about you?
RACHEL: Great set tonight Phoebs.
ROSS: No no, you're uh, you're my lobster. See um, lobsters, uhh, in the tank when, when they're old, uhh, they get with, uhh, they walk around holding the claws. In the tank, ya know, with, with the holding and. . . Uhh, Phoebs you wanna help me out with the, the whole lobster thing?
ROSS: Yeah but Phoebs, what about the end?
RACHEL: Hey Phoebs. Oh hey, how's the dog?
CHAN: [to Phoebe] Listen, Phoebs, this is gonna be OK. [introducing Russ and Ross] Ross, Russ. Russ, Ross.
RACH: No, Phoebs. I'm dating Russ.
CHANDLER: Nah, Phoebs, that's the guy that comes in the frame.
JOEY: Good luck Phoebs.
CHANDLER: Hey Phoebs, can I have the milk after you?
JOEY: Phoebs look, if you want to know what the deal is, you're just gonna have to ask him.
JOEY: Hey Phoebs, if you want, I'll do it.
CHANDLER: Ya know Phoebs, don't feel so bad for 'em. After they're done playing, I break out the little plastic women and everybody has a pretty good time.
CHAN: No, no, Phoebs. You know why? Cause he's dead.
JOEY: All right Phoebs, way to go.
JOEY: Uh, listen Phoebs, I know you're not goin' in there but do you think it'd be alright if I went in and used his bathroom? Oh, that's fine, never mind. Cool, snow, kinda like a blank canvas.
JOEY: Phoebs, check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out.
CHANDLER: Phoebs, play with meeee.
JOEY: This is unbelievable Phoebs, how can you be married?
CHANDLER: Phoebs, let me ask you something, were, were these, uh, funny brownies?
Monica: Hey, Phoebs
JOEY: Hey Phoebs.
MONICA: Really Phoebs? Because, you know, you'd have to be an actual waitress. This can't be like your 'I can be a bear cub' thing.
JOEY: Phoebs, he's just a little dog. [turns back to the car window and the dog is halfway through it.] Ahhh.
Chandler: Well, you know Phoebs. I don't know if it's your kinda thing, because it involves a lot of being normal. For a large portion of the day.