words in movies
PHOE: Wow. What are you gonna use it for?
ROSS: Yeah, it was, but...I get home, ok, and I see Julie's saline solution on my night table. And I'm thinking to myself, oh my god, what the hell am I doing? I mean, here I am, I am with Julie, this incredible, great woman, who I care about and who cares about me, and I'm like, what, am I just gonna throw all that away?
JULIE: What?
MNCA: So, Mr. Rastatter, what exactly does this job entail? The ad wasn't too clear.
RTST: No, ma'am. Well, anyhoo, we should be getting our F.D.A. approval any day now, hopefully, in time for Thanksgiving. See, the way we look at it, chocolate already dominates most of your major food-preparation holidays: Easter, Christmas, what have you.
PHOE: What makes it pilgrim?
ROSS: I don't know what to do. What am I gonna do? I mean, this, this is like a complete nightmare.
CHAN: Waitress. Got it. You guys wanna play Doom? Or we could keep doing this. What else?
PHOE: Oh, oh sweet Lord! This is what evil must taste like!
CHAN: I'm telling you this thing won't print. Yes, I pressed that button like 100 times. You know, for a hot line you are not so hot. What? What is that in the background? Are you watching Star Trek?
ROSS: No, no, uh, it's not what you think. It's um the other thing.
RACH: Well, what's the other thing, what do I think?
ROSS: I know, I know, it's, it's almost...[turns around, sees Chandler and Joey] What do you say we go take a walk, just us, not them?
CHAN: [nervous] What? Nothing.
RACH: What's that? What? I saw my name. What is it?
RACH: Well what is it? Let me see.
ROSS: He won't? [remembers what it is] He won't! Because, isn't that, isn't that the, the short story you were writing?
RACH: All right, you know what? This isn't funny anymore. There's something about me on that piece of paper and I want to see it.
RACH: All right, you know what, that's fine. If you guys want to be children about this, that's fine. I do not need to see it. [Rachel grabs the paper and runs across the room, reading it to herself.]
RACH: What is this? Ross, what is this?
RACH: She is not Rachem. What the hell's a Rachem? Is that some stupid paleontology word that I wouldn't know because I'm just a waitress.
PHOE: I... I cannot believe Ross even made this list. What a dinkus.
PHOE: What?
MNCA: What?
PHOE: What were you thinking?
JOEY: [opens the drapes] Hey, Ross! What are you doin'?
CHAN: What are you doing out there?
MNCA: Oh, you must be freezing. You know what you need? How about a nice steaming cup of hot Mockolate?
RACH: That's what I said.
ROSS: You know what? You know what? If, things were the other way around, there's nothing you could put on a list that would ever make me not want to be with you.
MNCA: What?
MNCA: Sure, what? Ok, ok. [hangs up the phone] [to Rachel] Music?
RADIO: The next one's dedicated to Rachel from Ross. Rachel, he wants you to know he's deeply sorry for what he did and he hopes you can find it in your heart to forgive him. (With or Without You plays)
RADIO: Uh, we've just gotten a call from Rachel, and she told us what Ross did. It's pretty appalling, and Ross, if you're listening, I don't wanna play your song anymore. Why don't we devote our time to a couple that stands a chance? Avery, Michelle's sorry she hit you with her car and she hopes you two will work it out.
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?
Ross: What are you talking about?
Ross: Well let therewhat if a man comes along and puts a gun to your head and says, "You ride this bike or Ill sh Ill shoot you."
Monica: You're gonna what?
Rachel: Phoebe, what are you doing?
Chandler: I can't believe they are not here! I slave and I slave for what? They've ruined cranberry day!
Chandler: God!! (Sits down in disgust.) What am I gonna do?!
Rachel: You know what, Ross? I think we're gonna take off too.
Rachel: Uh, I will see you... and I'll raise you. (throws chips in pot) What do you say... want to waste another buck?
Monica: What?
Chandler: Rachel, what is the deal with you and doctors, anyway? Was, like, your father a doctor?
The Casting Director: Y'know what? We need to move on.
CHANDLER: What am I gonna do, huh? [Joey walks in behind him]
Joey: What, what are you doing? What are you doing?
Ross: Thats what?!
[Scene: Central Perk, the whole gang is there, Ross is telling a story about what happened at work and the rest of the gang are thinking to themselves, denoted by italics.]
Monica: I don't know! Why don't you just explain? What do they want? Find out what they want!
Monica: Oops! (Covers its eyes.) Yknow, your birthday is in a month-and-a-half, what do you say I forget to get you a present for that too?
Ross: What?! The guys against the girls? See, thats ridiculous Monica, because Im only down by three touchdowns.
Monica: (That annoying competitiveness thing kicks in again, what the heck is that with her and why must the writers show it every flippin' episode?!) Oh, we're not seeing a movie!
Joey: Would she? (He smells something and gasps as he realizes what it is.) You ate my candy bar!
Phoebe: What? You know about the plate thing?
Rachel: What? Oh, well then yknow what? I think Monica would be very interested to know that you called her cheesecake dry and mealy.
PHOEBE: I'm just, I'm, I'm, I'm used to playing for grown-ups. Ya know, they just, grown-ups drink their coffee and do their grown-up thing, ya know, and kids listen. This is a huge responsibility. What? Are you gonna kiss me?
Phoebe: Ooh, yknow what, I think its time for puppy to go out again. Come on, lets go to the balcony.
(Joey nods yes, but suddenly realizes what he did and runs out of the apartment and back to his place.)
Ross: (talking agitated and angry) Everyone gets a goodbye but me? What have I got to do to get a goodbye, huh? Be best friends with you? Uh, go out with you? Have a baby with you? Oh wait a minute, wait a minute, I did all those things.
Rachel: Ugh! Look honey yknow what? I havent told him yet, so until I do I dont think I should tell anybody else.
Janice: What are you doing here?
Rachel: Okay, now what was that all about? Is it-does it not taste good? Let me try it.
Ross: Hey, what are you doing shopping at eight in the morning?
Janice: What woman?!
Chandler: Yeah, I think I do! Y'know what? You move in with her! You move in with her right now! Maybe I should in with Monica!
Phoebe: What?
Ross: What?