words in movies
Charlie: I'm sorry, what?
Joey: So you need someone who knows fashion, to tell you what looks good.
Rachel: That's not what we're gonna do!
Ross: Yeah, right! What was last time he met a submission deadline for an abstract (he and Charlie laugh, then Joey starts laughing too without any reason) Well, why are you laughing?
Joey: Just... seeing what it'd be like to be a paleontologist... it's fun, yeah!
Ross: So-so what did the doctor say?
Joey: So, I don't have to learn what that means?
Ross: (puzzled) What?
Ross: (looking astonished) What? NO! I am not going to give them Ben!
Ross: (reading from a notepad) I mean, we've been accepting Leakey's dates as a given, but if they're off by even a hundred thousand years or so then you can - you can just throw most of our assumptions, you know, right in the trash. (he throws the notepad in the waste bin) So-so what I am saying is - is is that (he picks the notepad back from the waste bin) is that the repercussions could be huge! I mean, not just in palaeontology, but if-if you think about it, in evolutionary biology, uh, genetics, geology, uh, I mean, truly the mind boggles!
Ross: Oh, that's not what you want...
Charlie: (to Rachel) So, you know what, I really like those jackets with the shoulder pads on them. Where do you think those would be?
Rachel: On Melanie Griffith in "Working girl". I think what you want is over here.
Rachel: You know that depends on what it is! I've done a lot of stuff.
Phoebe: So what were you doing out there, do you not like Charlie?
Monica: Chandler, this is crazy! What did you even say to him! "Come up, meet my wife! Give us your sperm"!
Rachel: (comes out again) What!?
Rachel: Oh! What are we gonna do?
Joey: What!? But I already bought my ticket to Bermuda!
Ross: What am I supposed to do? He's out cold! In fact he was just talking in his sleep before and evidently he wants someone named Fran to spank him harder.
Chandler: So what do you think? I want that guys genes for my kid! Those eyes, those cheeckbones!
Phoebe: What happened?
David: She's also a scientist, so she's very smart and pretty and... well, it's actually because of you, really, that we're together, I mean, I saw what you had with that Mike guy, and I just said "Boy, I want that".
Chandler: (sighs with relief) Thank God, because I don't wanna do this either. You know, I was just doing because I thought that was what you wanted to do. You know, I'm the husband, I'm supposed to... bring the sperm.
[Scene: Monica and Chandler's, Mrs. Green is telling Ross what needs to be done to baby proof his apartment.]
Rachel: Of course I packed! Monica relax! I just wanted to ask Phoebe her opinion on what I should wear tonight.
Ross: What the hell are you doing? You scared the crap outta me.
Phoebe: I wouldn't say never, you know there's that guy (pause) well what about (pause) ok well there's gotta be someone.
Ross: Oh, I know. Yknow what, I never wouldve gotten this if it werent for you. No really, when Im with you Im-Im like this whole other guy, I love that guy! I mean, I love you too, a lot, but that guy! I-I love that guy!
Rachel: (entering from her room) Whoa what?
JOEY: Oh no, what happened?
Ross: Alright, you know what? You're right. I should at least tell her how I feel.
Chandler: Y'know what, I think we can go out there. I mean they have more important things to worry about.
ROSS: Wow, well uh, uh, actually, Julie's downstairs getting a cab, I just need the cat toy, did Monica say. . . What? Why, why are you looking at me like that? RACH: I don't know, I, I feel like I had a dream about you last night but I, I don't remember. ROSS: OK. Oh, oh, oh. [runs over and picks up the cat toy] RACH: Did we speak on the phone last night? Did you call me? ROSS: No, I stayed at Julie's last night. RACH: Huh. ROSS: Oh, actually I haven't even been home yet. Do you mind if I check my messages? RACH: Oh yeah, go ahead. [Rachel walks in her room. Ross picks up the phone and dials his machine to check his messages.] ROSS: Rach, I got a message from you. [pauses] Who's Michael? [Rachel comes out of her room, suddenly she remembers leaving the message.]
Ross: Of course he is! What, do you think Id just use my son as-as an excuse? What kind of father do you think I am?
Rachel: No, you know what, I think you should go.
Phoebe: What make you think I can?! (Shields her eyes from it.)
Ross: ...nauseous, I'm physically nauseous. What am I supposed to do, huh? Call immigration? (pauses, looks suddenly inspired) I could call immigration!
Phoebe: (laughing and banging her spoon on the table) Knock, knock, knock, knock, hi. Um, could you please tell Sergei that um, I was fascinated by what Boutros Boutros Gali said in the New York Times.
Ross: I don't know, but I.. Look, even if she shoots me down, at least I won't spend the rest of my life wondering what would have happened. Where - where is my coat?!
Ross: Really?! So what would you say Pheebs? Stuff like uh, "Keep your mitts off my grub?"
Joey: Ha-ha, very funny. I dont know what to do! Yknow? Holy crud!
Chandler: Well, what? What? What is it? That she left you? That she likes women? That she left you for another woman that likes women?
Friend No. 1: My God, what were you thinking about?
PHOEBE: What?
Phoebe: Okay, what did we say was your one gift to us?
Rachel: Uh, no. Wait, you know what, this is the outfit that makes my calves look fat. Nevermind.
Ross: I didnt know what I was taking full responsibility for! Okay?! I didnt finish the whole letter!
Rachel: Well, what are you going to wear?
Ross: What are you reading? The Kidnappers Guide to Manhattan Private Schools?
Rachel: Oh, see now I feel bad for the kid! I had a crush on a teacher once and it was so hard! Yknow youI couldnt concentrate and I blushed every time he looked at me. I mean come on, you remember whats its like to be 19 and in love.
Chandler: What does yours say Pheebs?
Mike: Oh, sorry. (He digs in again and finally finds what he's been looking for. A key.)
Rachel: Pheebs, I dont know what to say. I guess the flea market was just better last time.
MONICA: Yeah, thanks. You know what?
Joey (to Chandler): Look, c'mon, please? It's not like I'm asking for some crazy favour. This is what I do for a living. I am a professional actor! (he glances at his watch and sees the time) Oh, man, I'm two hours late for work! (he stands, ready to go). Look, here's a copy of my reels. It's got all the commercials that I've been in.
Joey: But what about back home, anything going on there? Anybody you like?
CHANDLER: Alright I'll tell you what, I'll play you for it.
Ross: ALL RIGHT!! Phoebe now come on! Will you please tell me what it is I did that mad you so mad at me!
Rachel: (To Phoebe) Ooh! Yknow what? If we made reservations, we could have unagi in about a half-hour.
ROSS: Wha, uhh, what?
Joey: Well, we can talk about something else. What do you want to talk about? Vivisection? The Vasdeferens? The Vietnam War?
RACHEL: What?!
Chandler: (sticking his head back in) What?
CHANDLER: What?
ALL: What?!
Ross: What? Come on Rach, tell me what youre thinking?
RACHEL: What.
Mrs. Geller: I'm not sure I know what you're getting at.
Ross: (to Joey) So? What do you think? (Shows himself - Joey observes him with a strange look on his face.)
Rachel: Monica, yknow what? The only reason I did that was because your party was so boring!
MONICA: You'll do what?
Chandler: Okay, so what name am I cool enough to pull off?
Monica: Didnt it drive you crazy to have a switch and not know what it did?
Mrs. Bing: I am famished. What do I want... (Looks at Chandler's menu)
Rachel: What?!
Monica: What is it? Is there something fundamentally unmarriable about me?
Monica: What are you the memory woman?
Ross: What?
Rachel: Ross, you know what...
Ross: What?
Rachel: Well honey, what about you?
Ross: Guess what?
Rachel: What?
PHOEBE: Not especially. But you know what, I think they had pot in them.
ROSS: All righty roo. [closes the door] What a great moment to say that for the first time. [goes to get the cigarettes and glasses]
Monica: Yeah? What does she think of your little science project?
Rachel: Chandler, aren't you worried about what to get Monica for Christmas?
Rachel: Yknow what Tag, if we went down to the office you would see those contracts sitting on your desk.
Ross: No, hey, I get that, okay, I get that big time. And Im happy for ya, but Im tired of having a relationship with your answering machine! Okay, I dont know what to do anymore.
Monica: Hi, Dad, what are you doing here?
Monica: Whats the matter?
Angela: You know what else? He's unbelievable in bed.
Phoebe: I really don't want to mess up what we have. I'm justI'm worried it's gonna be a big mistake.
Joey: What?
Monica: What if they dont?
Chandler: What?
Ross: What can I do? One person wants to break-up, you break-up.
Joey: Let's see what else he'll do!
Rachel: Well then I can't tell you what I know.
Rachel: OH MY GOD!!! (She holds her hands up in triumph and the gang all look at her.) Sorry, I was just imagining what itd be like to catch the money bouquet.
Monica: (to the guys) Not the way they're doing it. What, what happened? How did she die?
Ross: Yeah, I really do. Yeah, but what am I gonna do, I mean we-we both agreed that it was gonna be a two-week thing, yknow no commitment.
Chandler: What are you doing?
Ross: What?
Phoebe: Well, what I really want is for my mom to be alive and enjoy it with me.
MONICA: I meant, why don't you take Richard to the game? What?
Rachel: What are you shushing?
The Fan: I have no idea what youre talking about. But I, but I just got Phoebe Buffays autograph!
Joey: Oh my God I have to tell her! I havent even thought about what I will say. What should I say?
Paul: So Ross, what your problem?
Rachel: What song was that, Pheebs?
Joey: See look, women, carrying the bag. (He puts it on his shoulder and looks at himself in the mirror and likes what he sees.) But it is odd how a women's purse looks good on me, a man.
ROSS: Yeah, yeah, just a tough day at work. A stegosaurus fell over and trapped a kid. Whoa, whoa, I know this jacket, this is, th--Fun Bobby's jacket! Where is he, what. He, he's here, isn't he?
Ross: What?
Ross: What?
MONICA: Hey, I made $17 before breakfast, what have you done?
Phoebe: What?
Monica: Wait! What about Joey?
Rachel: What?
Rachel: What, what, what?
Ross: Yknow what? The doctor will be in soon, why dont we not speak until then.
Joey: What do you mean? Rach, don't I seem like a professor you'd buy some kind of e-crap from?
Ross: What?