words in movies
Joey: Uh-huh.
Rachel: Uh-huh.
Jasmine: Uh-huh.
Monica: Uh-huh, that one!
Monica: Uh-huh, but I'm sure you can handle this. I mean, I have won awards for my organizational skills, but, uh, I'm sure you'll do fine.
Phoebe: Uh-huh!
Rachel: Uh-huh!
Ross: Uh-huh, I see that.
Erica: Uh-huh! I think it's time to kick you in the nuts and see which is worse!
Rachel: Uh-huh, doing it. Doing it. Phone doing it.
Phoebe: Uh-huh.
Phoebe: Yeah, uh-huh, a 100 dollars.
Chandler: Uh-huh
Ross: Uh-huh. Thank Joey!
Rachel: Uh-huh.
Ross: Uh-huh. (Phoebe grunts.)
Gary: Uh-huh.
Phoebe: Uh-huh!
Phoebe: Uh-huh!
Rachel: Uh-huh.
Phoebe: Uh-huh.
Phoebe: Uh-huh, great story! I'm going!
Chandler: Uh-huh. (He doesn't take his eyes off the TV.)
Rachel: Uh-huh.
Phoebe: Uh-huh, what?
Pete: Nooo. Uh-huh, no way. What? No.
(Rachel mumbles uh-huh and spits the half-eaten cookie out onto the tissue.)
Rachel: Uh-huh. (Ross takes off his coat and sets in on a chair.) Yknow what I was, I was thinking about?
Joey: Uh-huh.
Phoebe: Uh-huh. You've met your match Rachel Green.
Ross: Uh-huh, that's why they call it Staten Island.
Phoebe: Uh-Huh, Which is...?
Rachel: Oh uh-huh, uh-huh, coffee, a little rub-rub-rub under the table.
Monica: (not buying it) Uh-huh.
Phoebe: Uh-huh. (They go and sit down.)
[Suddenly the door opens and Ross's mystery girl enters. I'll give you a hint to who it is: OH .MY .GAWD!! Uh-huh, it's Janice.]
Chandler: Uh-huh.
Rachel: Uh-huh.
Phoebe: Uh-huh, yeah thats right.
Joey: Uh-huh. This and a bunch of bubble wrap. And, some of it is not even popped!
Chandler: Uh-huh.
Interviewer: Uh-huh. Is it dirty?
Chandler: Uh-huh!
Monica: Uh-huh, yeah.
Rachel: Uh-huh, go on.
Gary: (disappointed more) Uh-huh.
Rachel: Uh-huh.
Joey: Uh-huh!
Phoebe: Uh-huh.
Ben: Uh-huh!
Rachel: Uh-huh.
Phoebe: Uh-huh.
Rachel: Uh-huh.
Tag: Uh-huh! Let me ask you something?
Rachel: Uh-huh.
Phoebe: Uh-huh.
Phoebe: Ohh, uh-huh so much!
Ross: Uh-huh. Yeah I-I have a knack for impressions.
Phoebe: Uh-huh.
Ross: Uh-huh.
Rachel: Uh-huh.
Little Girl: Uh-huh.
Mona: Uh-huh.
Phoebe: Uh-huh, Im with Ben.
Ross: Uh-huh. What happened?
Rachel: uh-huh
Phoebe: Uh-huh.
Chandler: Uh-huh.
Phoebe: Uh-huh.
Joey: Uh-huh, long time.
Ross: (not amused) Huh uh-huh.
Ross: Uh-huh.
Phoebe: Uh-huh, yeah.
Rachel: Uh-huh.
Ross: (looking then moving away quickly) Uh-huh! Uh-huh! And-and-and Ill always remember that summer because thats when I realized that we are related.
Phoebe: Uh-huh!
Rachel: Uh-huh.
MIKE: (nods) uh-huh.
Phoebe: (smiling) Uh-huh.
Joey: Uh-huh.
Woman: OH .MY .GAWD!!! (Uh-huh, its Janice.)
Phoebe: Uh-huh, and a little seed money for the party. (Holds up $40.)
Phoebe: Uh-huh! (and now Mike kneels properly)
Phoebe: Uh-huh.
Rachel: Uh-huh, I get it, smoke, chimney, chimney sweep, very funny, ha-ha.
Monica: Hello? (Listens) Uh-huh. (Listens) Uh-huh. (Listens) Okay. (Hangs up.) I guess we can bet one more time.
Phoebe: Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Umm, could-could I get a copy of that? Cause Carol threw it out, she lost ours. Shes such a scatterbrain, but man what a hot piece of ass.
Rachel: Uh-huh, yeah I did, because I wore out my first copy when I was with you. (Exits.)
Joey: Uh-huh look, the only reason I can over here was to settle things between us! Okay? Youve done a lot for me and my career, I wanted to pay you back so I took you to the premiere but you missed it! Okay, so how much do I owe you?
Phoebe: Uh-huh!
Phoebe: Uh-huh. (They go over and talk.)
Phoebe: Uh-huh. (To the embryos) Good luck.
Phoebe: Umm, yeah, uh-huh, theyre implanted.
Phoebe: Uh-huh, (To Chandler) and you?
Ross: Uh-huh. (Steps to a random kid nearby and hands him his money.) Hey, here you go buddy. Sorry, no porn for you. (To Rachel) Okay, lets go see Monica!
Phoebe: Uh-huh, well! But umm, still Im-Im mad at you.
Joey: (not buying it) Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Or, or Im the one who dates her.
Phoebe Sr: Uh-huh. Wow! Well, look! Theres Frank. (points to the picture.)
Joey: Uh-huh! I know. Im coming soon to a theater near you! Im in THX! Im unsuitable for children!
Rachel: Barbara! Hi, how are you? (Listens) Uh-huh. (Listens) No, I understand. Yeah. Oh, oh, come on, no, I'm fine. Don't be silly. Yeah... oh, but you know, if-if anything else opens up, pleaHello? Hello? (hangs up phone, very depressed)
Rachel: Okay, well then how about a handshake? (She goes to shake his hand but misses and touches his groin.) Oh God I'm sorry! Oh God, I'm sorry! I did not mean to touch thatI mean you there. There. Uhh, okay, so thank-thank you, I'm going to leave now thank you very much uh-huh, thank you soHey! I'll see you Monday! (Exits.)