words in movies
Joey: You know what the Celtics problem is? They let the players run the team.
Susan: You know what your problem is? You're threatened by me.
Joey: Thanks, but I kinda have a problem to deal with here.
Sandy: No, none at all. You need to be happy with whoever is in your home... Although if you don't mind telling me, what was your problem? Maybe it's something I can work on in the future.
Phoebe: Okay, remember that little problem I was having during my fourth month of pregnancy?
Ross: Yes, I do have a laundry room in my building, um, but there's a.... rat problem. Apparently they're attracted to the dryer sheets, and they're goin' in fine, but they're comin' out all.... fluffy. Anyway, say, sevenish?
Young Ethan: Then, what's the problem?
Gerston: No problem.
Ross: (picks up a cookie) Okay, okay, see... that... that is the problem. He is too sensitive. (takes a bite from the cookie)
JOEY: No problem. Hey Chandler
Joey: Excuse me, Aaron? (The director turns around.) Hi! Umm, I have a little problem with the schedules. Originally, I wasnt supposed to work today, and I have this wedding that I really have to be at. Its my best friends, and Im officiating so I really cant work past four.
Rachel: Ok, well, not a problem. We'll just use them to stop the bleeding. Ok. Baggage claim? Ok.
RUSS: I know what your problem is.
SUSIE: We've got a problem.
Monica: You bet your ass Im gonna fire you! Get out of my kitchen! Get out!! (Joey leaves) All right! Anybody else got a problem? How bout you Chuckles? You think this is funny now?
Joey: Oh yeah, sure, no problem, Ill justhold on one second. (He turns around and puts his hand in his pants and groans in relief.) (In a relaxed voice.) "Hey Timmy, Ive got a surprise for you!"
Director: Ah Joey. Joey Tribbiani. Listen Joey, I got a problem, I just got a call from my dance captain, he's having a relationship crisis and can't get out of Long Island.
Joey: Thats it?! Even if nobody helps me I can eat that no problem. At least give me a challenge!
Ross: No problem. I cannot wait for you to meet my friends.
Joey: Great! Problem solved!
JOEY: Hey no problem.
Judge: Now if you were two involved in a serious relationship, that really creates a problem.
Joey: Man! When you said it was a problem about your boss and the baby I figured it was something about maternity leave.
Rachel: God, I am so glad you dont have a problem with this, because if you did, I wouldnt even consider applying.
MONICA: Then what's the problem?
Ross: Filming Rachel is not something I planned. Okay look, heres what happened, and Joey you-you can back me up on this. All right, about-about a month and a half ago I came to you with a problem? Umm, a personal thing.
Ross: Ok ... (they leave the room, long pause) Well, uh, Joey, I guess we have no problem.
Rachel: Good! I'm glad it's not a problem.
Phoebe: Is that a problem?
Rachel: Well, I just lost a job, and I'd like to raise the bet five bucks. Does anybody have a problem with that?
Chandler: (To Monica) If this is the way all the Gellers flirt, we don't have a problem.
BIG BULLY: You got a problem with that?
Eric: No wait! Theres only a problem when I look at you. (Sits down on the couch.) Oh I got it! I got it. (Puts his hands to his eyes.)
Rachel: (to Ross) Whats your problem?
PHOE: Oohh, um, no, I don't think that's the problem. 'Cause we went, um, dancing the other night and the way he held me so close, and the way he was looking into my eyes I just like... definitely felt something.
PHOEBE: Look kibbles, bits. Oh God, alright, get the hell off my leg you yippity piece of crap. [Flings the dog off and jumps in the cab. The dog keeps jumping up to the window.] Ok, alright, we have a problem.
Phoebe: Wow, its like a dirty math problem.
Ross: Listen, if you ever have any problem with the ladies you know Ill help you out.
Ross: This is my son having lunch, ok? It's gonna happen a lot, so you'd better get used to it. Now if you have any problem with it, if you're uncomfortable, just ask questions. Carol's fine with it, now come on.
JOEY: Yep, this kiss thing is defiantly a problem, Mr. Beatty wants to see it again on Monday. Man, I gotta figure out what I'm doing wrong. Oh, okay, one of you girls come over here and kiss me.
Guy: Don't worry about it. It's not a problem.
(Robert looks down and realises the problem.)
Pete: Wait, wait, wait, wait, thats-thats what youre worried about? If thats the problem, weve got no problem.
Rachel: Okay. (She tilts her head back and squeezes the eyedropper. The only problem is, it's not over her eye.)
Ross: But having a dove place the ring on your finger wouldve been no problem?
Monica: Yeah. That-that was the problem.
ROSS: You, you know I, I don't, have a- have a problem with that.
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.)
(They get inside and notice on small problem.)
Ross: Hey. So I uh, I didn't get that apartment. Some problem with my application.
Chandler: Great, because my shoes are giving me a little problem on the dance floor, can I borrow the boots from your costume?
Ross: Thats no problem.
Ross: Good! Me neither! So its not a problem. Were just two friends who happen to be roommates.
[Time Lapse, the babies are finally asleep. Good for Phoebe! The only problem is, Monicas apartment looks like a tornado, a hurricane, a swarm of locusts, fire, brimstone, hail, and giant man-eating, radioactive ants have torn the place apart. Needless to say, its messy enough to cause Monica to die of shock right away. Parents with small children know what Im talking about.]
Phoebe: Oh, did the little rich boy have a problem with the butler? Yes, mine's worse!
Joey: Oh, c'mon, I mean, there's you, then there's Charlie, and it's like... (sighs) What the hell is my problem? OH! (He falls back on the bed)
Joey: Well this is noodle soup and uh, I've been working with tomato. But that's okay, no problem. No problem. Hmm, noodle soup.
FBOB: I think you may have a drinking problem.
Rachel: It's the woman from the hospital admissions office. She says there's a problem with the form. Oh, god, oh god...
JOEY: Then I don't know what it is. What's the problem?
Chandler: Okay, no problem, just remember to wake us up before you go-go.
MRS. GREENE: Sweetheart, you obviously have a problem. You've chosen a boyfriend exactly like your father.
Joey: Oh! Hey right! Not a problem. (He starts taking off his clothes.) I totally understand. You need to yknow make sure I dont have any horrible scars or tattoos. Dont you worry; I have nothing to hide. (He drops his pants and stands back up and looks down.) So there you go, thats me. (We cut to a camera angle looking at the casting director and movie director through Joeys legs.) One hundred percent natural! (Suddenly, theres a thud as something falls off.) (Everyone is shocked.) I tell ya, that has never happened before.
Chandler: Oh no problem, maybe Ill play with my left hand.
Rachel: Sure, you know what? Come on, well just tell them that there was like a problem with like the "engine".
Chandler: You know, I may be way out on a limb here, but do you, do you, have a problem with Janice?
Ross: Thanks for the help, problem solved. (Wipes his hands.)
Rachel: (interrupting) And thats Im so glad theres no problem.
JOEY: Yeah, there's just one thing that might be kind've a problem. See, I, uh, had to kiss this guy.
Ross: I had a problem.
Phoebe: Umm, well I had a similar problem when I lived in Prague.
Joey: Not a problem.
Ross: What kind of problem?
CHANDLER: Monica, will you stop? This is nuts. Do you know how long it's gonna be before you actually have to deal with this problem? I mean, you don't even have a boyfriend yet. Joey, she does not look fat.
Monica: (getting up) All right, Im gonna go to work. Does anybody have a problem with that?
Joey: Oh yeah, no problem.
Chandler: Ah, y'see, perfect might be a problem. Had you said 'co-dependent', or 'self-destructive'...
The Casting Director: Is there a problem?
Caitlin: Oh, is there a problem?
Chandler: Is that a problem?
Ross: Yeah, no problem. (Tries to turn it off.)
[Scene: The apartment in the listing, the guys are checking it out. There's one problem though, it's roughly the size of this computer screen. As they enter Joey lets out a whistle.]
Joey: (interrupting) Hey! Chef Geller! Yknow that little speech you made the other day? Well I got a problem with it!
Ross: Oh, yeah, that would be me, um, I have, I have a problem I-I tip way too much, way, way, too much, its a sickness really.
Chandler: See that is the problem with invisible dentists.
CHANDLER: Oh, I'm fine about my problem now, by the way.
Ross: No problem.
Ross: Eh, no problem.
Chandler: Okay, a little problem. The key broke in the lock and I cant get in!
Ross: Yeah-yeah I uh, I have a uh, a guy problem.
Rachel: (To Joey) No need!! Problem solved, we are powering through (At which point she grabs his hand and pulls him back to their apartment).
MONICA: They want me to do it, which is really cool, seeing as I've never catered before, and I really need the money, and this isn't a problem for you, is it?
JOEY: [walks out of his room] Hey, this is ridiculous. I'll tell you what. After I get back from my neice's christening, I'll go down to the coffee house with you and we'll all have a nice cup of coffee alright. No problem, Joey's there.
Monica: The only problem!
Ross: Yknow what? I-I-I I-I have had enough of this! Yknow, I-I-I care a great deal about your daughter and I have treated her with nothing but respect! So if-if youve got a problem with me, frankly
Paul: So Ross, what your problem?
Joey: Maybe thats the problem.
Phoebe: Well yeah, that and Chandlers problem.
Phoebe: It's, I mean, it's nothing, I'm fine. It's my friends. They-they have a liking problem with you. In that, um, they don't.
Monica: Yeah Joey shes Rachels got this really big work problem, and it is a head scratcher. Wow! (To Chandler) Yknow what, if were gonna make dinner were gonna have to leave. Yeah. (She and Chandler exit.)
Rachel: Umm, Im sorry. Do you-do you have a problem with me?
Monica: Wow! Play that message for Emily and this whole problem goes away!