words in movies
MONICA: Huuh, alright, Danny Arshak, ninth grade. Oh, c'mon Rach, you know the bottle was totally pointing at me.
RACH: Right, you, you only had a year. We only hung out every night.
Ross: No, God! Hey, Rach, you've been an amazing daughter, ok? Right now you just need to get some rest.
RACH: OK, so that's... that's what, two bottles? And yet somehow we went through five?
RACH: Hey, do you guys have...[sees Ross, pauses]...hi.
MINDY: (entering) Rach! Rach!
Ross: What? Come on Rach, tell me what youre thinking?
ROSS: (runs after her) No, Rach!
RACH: Ok, he's goin' to get my coat. He's goin' to get my coat. Oh my god, you guys. I can't believe this. This is unbelievable. [notices Chandler's computer screen] What's that?
PHOEBE: Hey Rach, wanna hear the new song I'm thinkin' of singing this afternoon? I wrote it this morning in the shower.
Joey: No hey Rach, its cool okay? Yknow Im a loner too! (Heads for his room.) Right?
Ross: No, a car backfired, but (Rachel suddenly calms down) I thought somebody was taking a shot at me. And Rach, I I survived! And I was filled with this-this great respect for life. Y'know? I-I want to experience every moment. I want to seize every opportunity. I-I am seeing everything so-so clearly now.
RACH: Yeah, what're you saying, you just sort of put away feelings or whatever the hell it was you felt for me?
Rachel: (reading what he wrote again) "Dear Rach, youre a great person. Sorry about your tiney-wienie." (Will laughs.)
Joey: Look, Rach, Rach! I've been with my share of women. In fact, I've been with like a lot of people's share of women. The point is, I've never felt about anyone the way Ross felt about you.
Joey: Rach, I told you everything I knew last night! Look, it's not that big of a deal, so Monica and Chandler are doing it.
RACH: Well, then, I guess that's the difference between us. See, I'd never make a list.
Monica: Hey Rach, what about this? (She holds up a chrome 5-point star.) Huh? Who-who gets this? See, I dont know if I want it because it might be yknow, too many memories!
Ross: Oh-oh, Rach! I was just messin around! (Shes stunned) Like you did last night when I had to pee?
RACH: OK, OK. So, you ever get a pet with a girlfriend?
ROSS: Rach. OK, forget, forget the lobsters OK. We're, let's talk, what about us?
ROSS: Really. It's always been you, Rach.
Monica: Hey, Rach, did you make your money?
Monica: (telling Chandler the seating arrangement) Okay so this is where the band is. (Points.) And this is where the bar is. (Points) And all these pins have peoples names on them. (She has pins to show the seating at each of the tables.) And Rach, here you are. (Points to Rachels place.)
RACH: Yeah, but how much can you tell from a look?
RACH: Alright, I got it Ross.
Phoebe: Rach, Rach, I just remembered. I had a dream about Mr. Geller last night.
Joey: No, no, no! Its real! And it has been since 1998. (Rachel returns from the bathroom.) Hey Rach! Rach! Im up for a Soapie!
Ross: Look Rach I-Im sorry, okay? I I was a stupid kid, okay? The only reason I joined
RACH: Ummmm.... well, actually I'm already done, but I...I kinda got plans.
RACH: Oh! I do not have chubby ankles!
Ross: Come on Rach, you dont have what, ten minutes?
Joey: Look Rach, wasnt this supposed to a temporary thing? I thought you wanted to do fashion stuff?
Ross: (to Rachel) Hey Rach, have you seen Charlie anywhere?
Monica: Well. Sounds like you're writing yourself a little play there Rach. Wow! Let me know how that one turns out.
RACH: [looks at him] Huh, Bob Saget?
Joey: (entering) (He clears his throat to get their attention.) Hey, Rach? Sorry to interrupt but umm, Phoebe wanted me to talk to you about a trip or something.
RACH: Oh, well, that's, that's mighty big of you, Ross. [to the others] I said don't go!
Sophie: Hey, Rach!
Rachel: I meant er, (struggling to concentrate) young, young, I meant young, young to be a doctor. Oh good, Rach.
Monica: Hey, Rach, how was work?
Monica: Hey Rach, the adoption agency needs letters of recommendation and we were wondering if you would write one for us.
Ross: Rach!
Ross: But we do! (pause) It's gonna be ok, Rach!
Ross: Hey, hey Rach!
Ross: Rach...
Ross: Rach?
RACH: Meeting Julie.
RACH: [distracted] How long do cats live?
Ross: What is ah, Rach in her room?
RACH: [sees his coat on] Where you goin'?
Chandler: Hey Rach! Ah........ Perfection. (kisses monica) Wouldn't change a thing. Not a thing.
RACH: Why didn't he call? He's gonna stay with Julie, isn't he? He's gonna stay with her and she's going to be all, "Hi, I'm Julie, Ross picked me, and we're gonna to get married, have a lot of kids and dig up stuff together."
Joey: All right. Hey Rach, while you're in there, throw something on Alicia Mae.
RACH: Well, at first it was really intense, you know. And then, oh, god, and then we just sort of sunk into it.
Ross: Rach! Wait! The men's room is that way. (Points in the other direction. Rachel hits him with her purse and heads for the ladies room.)
Joey: Its just a game Mon. (makes a Can-you-believe-her face to the rest of the gang.) Rach, how about you?
Monica: Rach, try holding her a different way.
RACH: Ohh, OK, OK, OK, well, basically, lately, I've uh, I've uh, sort of had feelings for you.
Mark: Rach, are you okay?
Ross: Rach, thanks but uh, I don't need you doing me any favors.
RACH: Hello, excuse me.
MNCA: Rach, does this have nonfat milk?
Ross: Rach, do you uh, are you gonna separate those?
Monica: Look Rach, we have to move. I mean if they had lost, we wouldve made them get rid of the birds. Right?
Joanna: With them, under them, whats the difference? Eh, Rach?
Ross: Look, I-I drew a sketch about how we're gonna do it. (Showing them) Okay Rach, (points to the sketch) that's you. That's the couch. (Points again.)
Chandler: Hey Rach, now that you're working at Ralph Lauren, can you bring me back some of those polo shirts?
Monica: Hey, Rach, can you give me a hand with this box?
Joey: Ok, I may not have treated your friends well in the past, but I have grown up a lot, really. Honest, Rach?
Monica: Come on Rach, come on. Lets see whats it like to be on a winning team for a change.
Monica: Hey Rach, remember that great song, Me, Myself, and I? (And on the "I" part she mimics poking her eye.)
RACH: Hey, there was one Italian guy, OK, and do you even have a point?
RACH: Phoebe, what the hell are you talking about? Other than their names being similar, I'm sorry, I do not see what you're seeing.
RACH: I had one glass.
RACH: Cats, how long do they live figuring you don't... y'know, throw 'em under a bus or something?
RACH: Are you over me?
Ross: Yeah, y'know what? I'll take it myself, thank you! (He signs the form and hands it back to the salesman.) All right Rach, let's go! (He picks up one end of the couch.)
Joey: Yeah, Rach, I think youre handling that really well.
RACH: When you were in China.
Ross: Rach, y'know I can see you naked any time I want.
Ross: Uh, Rach, do you want me to shuffle those?
Ross: Really. It's always been you, Rach.
Ross: Rach, I got a message from you.
Ross: Rach! Rach!
Ross: So uh, Rach? Does it, does it feel weird around here now? Y'know since I've been away at college.
Ross: I got tenure. I didn't win the lottery... Hey Rach, so uh... how did your thing go?
Joey: All right, Rach, the big question is, does he like you? All right? Because if he doesn't like you, this is all a moo-point.
Ross: Well, what-what would you do? Rach, if you were me, what-what would you do?
Ross: (to Rachel) I-Im sorry Rach, I didnt know. Are you gonna be okay?
ROSS: Rach, come on, open up. Rach, come on, come on, Rach. You got to give me another chance.
Ross: Rach, Rach, I am so sorry. I am so-so sorry.
RACH: Joey, would you slow down? They're not gonna be sold out of papers at one o'clock in the morning.
RACH: I didn't know then. And how come you never said anything to me.
Joey: Hi, Rach.
RACH: Noooo, no, I'm not mad at him. I'm.. I'm not really anything at him anymore.
RACH: Oh my god.
Joey: All right, I-I'm sorry. I'm sorry. You see Rach I'm an actor
Joey: Yeah, wow, sorry Rach.
Joey: Rach! Rach! Listen, I'm gonna kiss you at midnight.
Joey: Ah, now Rach, these ah, these little women.