words in movies
Joey: Fine! Take their advice. No one ever listens to me. When the package is this pretty, no one cares what's inside.
Ross: Hey! What's she doing back here?
Joey: (entering) Okay, I'm in my sweat pants. Bring on the food! (Sees that Chandler has a worried look on his face) What's the matter?
Phoebe: You know what? Maybe once they start dating, and they see what's out there, they'll realise how good they are for each other.
Gavin: Huh. What's Tag's last name?
Rachel: What? What's the matter?
VAN DAMME: Can't you see what's going on here, this man is dying.
Rachel: Why? What's the big deal?
Rachel: Really? What's that like?
Ross: What's - what's going on?
Ross: Hey, what's wrong?
CHANDLER: No-no, I mean what, what's this about your new place?
Phoebe: Hey Mike, what's the capital of Peru?
Ross: Oh, sure. Whoa-whoa, what's this? The delivery charge is almost as much as the couch!
Rachel: (looking out the window) What's with the rain, Geller? I mean, when I signed up for Dino Week, nobody said anything about it being monsoon season.
Phoebe: Oh, What's the matter?
Monica: Hey, what's this?
Monica: So, what's your name?
Monica: What's the big deal with her? Maybe she's attractive in an obvious kind of way.
Chandler: You know what's not funny? Male Pattern Baldness (Monica stretches her neck to look behind Zack's head and then gives Chandler an "ok" sign)
CHAN: Ok, let's do Julie. What's wrong with her?
Rachel: Hey! Hey what's going on?
Ross: (entering) What's going on?
Chandler: Yeah, so, what's that supposed to mean?!
Rachel: No, it's just that uhm... it feels so good... Ikea... (pause) Yeah, say hey, you'll know this, what's the capital of Sweden?
Ross: What's wrong? Are you okay?
VAN DAMME: Can't you see what's going on here, this man is dying.
Monica: What's up?
Phoebe: Hey, what's all this stuff?
Joey: What's happenin'?
Joey: What's wrong?
Joey's voice/Ross: What's wrong?
Monica: Phoebe, what's the matter?
Rachel: No, what's he like?
Monica: (turns his back to the stairs) Oh, it's a great party! Great food. Y'know, most parties it's all chips and salsa, chips and salsa. (As she's saying this Rachel tries to head downstairs but is blocked by people coming upstairs. She quickly retreats back up the stairs.) (Sees that she has to keep him distracted longer.) So umm, what's this? (Points to his plate.)
Rachel: Then what's that big lump under your covers?
Joey: What's up?
Manny: What's with the kissing?
Ross: Pheebs, what's wrong?
Phoebe: What's Emma doing today?
Mark: Sure, sure. (To Ross) What's with the chair. (Rachel signals him not to mention she's been fired)
Ross: (picking up the slip of paper) Hello! What's this? Oh right its that girl's phone number. (Rachel ignores him) Yeah-yeah, there it is, just a phone number a really hot girl gave me. (He holds it so that Rachel can see it, she continues to ignore him) It's no big deal, I mean it is her home phone number, but...(Rachel still ignores him) Whoa! (Throws it in her lap) Whoa-whoops, I almost lost this baby! Yeah, the lovely Amanda gives me her number and I-I go and drop it. (He waves it in front of Rachel's face. Then suddenly Phoebe has to sneeze and Rachel quickly grabs the slip of paper and gives it to Phoebe for her to sneeze into.)
Rachel: All right. What's your news, Amy?
Joey: What's going on?
RACHEL: What, so you go over there, you tell him you think he's cute, what's the worst that could happen?
Joey: What's going on?
Laura: What's going on?
Chandler: What's going on?
Ross: Yeah, yeah, what's with the trophy!
Ross: What's going on?
Rachel: (to Joanne) So what's going on with you?
Sarah: But you just said "What's mine is yours"?
Joey: (who wasn't paying attention)What's that now?
Phoebe: Oh, why? What's up?
Ross: Seriously you guys, what's going on? What are these for?
Phoebe: What's up?
MIKE: huh.� (pause)� What's the difference between beer and lager?
Phoebe: Oh my God, what's it doing here?
PHOEBE: Ooh, look at you fancy lads. What's the occasion?
Phoebe: Ooh, what's going on?
Casting assistant: I'm sorry, what's going on?
Mike: So, what's new?
Passenger #2: What's wrong with the plane?
Joey: So what's it gonna be? (Monica whispers in Joey's ear. Ross gets up and waves arms frantically in protest)
Phoebe: We're so stupid! Do you know what's going on in there? They're trying to take Joey!
Chandler: What's the matter?
Passenger #3: What's going on?
Phoebe: What's that?
Monica: (trying desperately to change the subject) So, Ross, what's going on with you? Any stories? (Digs her elbow into his hand.) No news, no little anecdotes to share with the folks?
PHOEBE: I know.� (sighs)�� So, what's going on with you and Ross?
Precious: Oh, why would he do this? I mean, what's wrong with me?
CHANDLER: That's what's weird? Joey, the man's been captain of a cereal for the last 40 years.
Monica: Hi! I'm Monica and I'm gonna be singing "Delta Dawn""Delta Dawn, what's that flower you have on? Could it be a faded rose from days gone by? ..."
Ross: Weird? What? What's weird? The only thing weird would be if someone didn't like Mexican food, because I'm making fajitas!! (Storms off.)
Joey: Well, I know what's the matter with me.
Ross: (entering from the bedroom) Hey, what's goin' on? (Pats Chandler on the shoulder which causes him to jump.)
Mike: Hey, what's going on?
Phoebe: (coming back from the bathroom) What's up? (she sees the gift certificate in Rachel's hands) Hey, Rachel!!
Joey: I can do that! (in a deeper voice) "Hello, I'm your professor. When I'm not busy thinking of important things or... professing. I like to use..." Oh, what's the product?
Roger: Aaaah, what's wrong, c'mon. (Pats his leg. She lies down and rests her head in his lap)
MR. GELLER: Ahh, what's a little mid-life crisis between friends?
PHOEBE: What, what's about to happen? [starts watching] I've never seen this part before. Hey, Travis, watcha doin' with that gun? Oh no, no no Travis, put down the gun. No no no no, he he's your buddy, he's your Yeller, no, no no, the end, THE END. [hear the gunshot from the TV] [Scene:Monica and Rachel's apartment. Richard is on the balcony smoking and Monica is on the phone.]
Mike: Phoebe (comes in smiling then sees Phoebe crying) what's wrong?
Ross: What's with her?
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: What's the matter with me? How do I keep ruining this? I'm sorry, I'm sorry!
Monica: What's the matter, officer? Has someone been bad? (looks over to Phoebe and she opens the door, and to their dismay, the stripper is an old, short, fat guy who looks exhausted)
(Joey leaves. Rachel gulps down what's left of her drink and grimaces.)
Sandy/Grumpus: And what's the one kind of boat that can never, ever sink?
Joey: Oo...what's in the bag?
Rachel: What's the big deal? Why don't you wanna see Janice?
Phoebe: Then what's wrong with them? Would they not go with your tiny portions of pretentious food?
Mrs. Geller: Oh, Martha Ludwin's daughter is gonna call you. (Tastes a snack) Mmm! What's that curry taste?
JOEY: Right, they uh, they choppered me in. What's up?
Joey: You don't own a TV? What's all your furniture pointed at??
Joey: Yeah, what's up with that Serpico?
Mike: what's up is Phoebe ok?
Ross: ...a what? A what? What's the end of that sentence?
Ross: Ah, well, in here, anyone who... stands erect... So what's new? Still, uh...
Joey: Yeeeeaaaahhh! What's messing you up? The wine? The candles? The moonlight? You've just got to go up to her and say, 'Rachel, I think that...' (Rachel comes into the room behind them)
Ross: (answering the phone.) Hello. (Listens) Hi sweetie. (Listens.) Good. Look umm, yes I've been thinking about that thing that you wanted me to do and, I can do it. (Rachel gives him a thumbs up.) So will you come to New York? (Rachel wants to know what she said, and he gives her a thumbs up and she goes over and hugs him. All the time not knowing what's going on.)
Ross: What's going on?! (throws the love bug at him) That's what's going on!!
Rachel: OH! What's it the anniversary of? Your first date, your first kiss, first time you had sex...