words in movies
Dr. Harad: Hi! Phoebe, I'm Dr. Harad, I'm going to be delivering your babies. I want you to know, you're gonna be in good hands. I've been doing this for a long time. I'll be back in a minute to do your internal, in the meantime, just relax because everything here looks great. And also, I love Fonzie. (Exits)
Rachel: What? What are you talking about?! You-you're the one who's been telling me to get over Ross and move on. I'm moving on, and you're moving on with me. Come on, give me one good reason why you don't wanna go.
Rachel: Okay, you're coming with me, and I also told them that if we're still here when they get off that we'll go down to the cafeteria and have some Jell-O with them.
Phoebe: Hi! And you're going into what grade?
Dr. Harad: All right, you're getting there. Oh, and y'know, these babies are very, very lucky.
Rachel: Honey, y'know I just gotta tell you, I think this is such a terrific thing you're having these babies for Frank and Alice.
Phoebe: You're right.
Dr. Harad: Okay, you're at ten centimeters. Time to start having some babies. All right, I want only the father in here please.
Monica: I think you're better than you think you are.
Monica: I think you're my favorite.
Phoebe: So, here you are. It seems like yesterday I was talking to you in that little petri dish. Everyone said labor was the hardest thing I'd ever have to do, but they were wrong this is. Oh, I had the most fun with you guys! I wish I could take you home and see you everyday. Okay, I'll settle for being your favorite Aunt. I know Alice's sister has a pool, but you lived in me. Okay, so we're cool. Yeah, we're gonna be great. Little high fives! (Imitates the high fives.) Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! (One of the babies begins to cry.) Well, if you're gonna cry. (She starts crying.)
Monica: Phoebe, we are so proud of you! You're amazing!
Monica: You're welcome.
Ross: Let-let me make sure I'm hearing this right, you're ending this with me because I'm too whiney? (Janice makes an agreeing sound.) So you're saying, I've become so whiney that I annoy you, Janice.
JOEY: No no, uh, don't thank me for comin' in. Uh, at least let me finish. Uh, we could take the expressway but uh, this time of day you're better off taking the budge. You were goin' for the word bridge there weren't ya. I'll have a good day. [gets up and leaves]
Joey: Yeah I guess you're right.
Rachel: Oh, I'm sorry, you're right.I'm sorry, good luck! (they hug)
Ross: You're welcome, Ben. Merry Christmas, ooh, and Happy Hanukkah!
ROSS: [smells Ben's butt] No no, you're fine, you're fine.
MONICA: You're still gonna pay me, right? Or something a little less selfish.
Monica: You're not just saying that are you?
Terry: Rachel, Rachel, sweetheart. You're a terrible, terrible waitress. Really, really awful.
Chandler: You're damn right I'm right. I say you show this guy what you're made of. I say you stand your ground. I say you show him that you are the baddest hombre west of the lingerie.
Monica: (having the same problem) You're the best friend I ever had.
PHOEBE: You're there!
Ross: Yeah, you're right, thanks Pheebs, I'm gonna go find her.
Phoebe: Yeah you're always singing "Yummy yummy yummy, I've got love in my tummy"
Cop: Yeah. Ever since you flashed my badge at me, I kinda can't stop thinking about you. You're the prettiest, fake undercover whore I've ever seen.
Rachel: You're not an artist.
Rachel: No, you're right. Well, we'll find something. Let's just get you out of that. Come on.
Ross: All right. (Reading.) A room. A man enters, he looks suspicious. (Stops reading a flips the page to find the next one is blank.) That's it? (Joey shrugs.) Joey, you're supposed to have five pages done by now! Including an exciting incident! (Flipping through the rest of the pad.) And what is, and what is all this?! (Reading.) The official rulebook of Fireball.
ROSS: Oh, you're right, I'm sorry.
MONICA: For the sixteenth time, no... I do not think you're obsessive.
MONICA: You know what? You're right.
Rachel: Yeah, well, word of advice: Bring back the comedian. Otherwise next time you're gonna find yourself sitting at home, listening to that album alone.
JOEY: Ah, I was just in the bathroom, and there's mirrors on both sides of you. So when you're in there it's like you're peein' with the Rockettes.
JOEY: It's like, you got so many lines to learn so fast, that sometimes you need a minute to remember your next one. So while you're thinkin' of it, you take this big pause where you look all intense, you know, like this.
ROSS: You're over me?
Phoebe: You're going to Minsk.
JOEY: Uhh, well, right now I'm in between things. You know how it is. One day you're processing, the next day you're not so much... processing any more.
Ross: No! That would be stupid! You're having it for me!
Phoebe: Look, Precious... Mike's not worth this. You're an attractive, intelligent woman and let's face it, Mike's kind of a wang. I mean, he proposed to me while he was still seeing you... He was gonna break-up with you on your birthday? And, I don't like to kiss-and-tell, but he cheated on you a lot this weekend.
RACH: Wait, so, you're going?
Ross: Unbelievable, my classmates are gonna think I'm dead, my professors, my... my parents are gonna get phone calls. You're messing with people's feelings here.
Mike: Phoebe you're so beautiful. You're so kind, you're so generous. You're so wonderfully weird. Every day with you is an adventure, and I can't believe how lucky I am, and I can't wait to share my life with you forever. (He puts the ring on Phoebe's finger.)
Nurse: You're that stupid.
Charlie: You're on fire! I'll call you in the morning, okay?
Joey: You're not gonna let me buy the Knicks?? I can't believe you're taking this away from me!
Mrs. Bing: No, really, c'mon. You're smart, you're sexy...
CAROL: You're right. Of course you're right.
Rachel: Oh! Y'know what? You're right! We meet, you flirted and then bamn nine years later you had me!
Rachel: Oh, you're not gonna tell the whole story about how your parents got divorced again are you?
MONICA: Say you're sorry.
Monica: You're going to China?
Joey: Now, see, I don't believe any of that. I think once you're dead, you're dead! You're gone! You're worm food! (realises his tactlessness) ...So Chandler looks gay, huh?
RACHEL: You're kidding.
MONICA: Say you're sorry.
Rachel: Ross, you're like my best friend.
Ross: Things you find in the ocean, (to Joey) You're gonna be on "Pyramid"!!
MONICA: No you're not. You're, you're allergic to lobster and peanuts and--oh my god.
Rachel: (looking thoughtful) Ok, that's true. That's true, we can do this. You're right, you're right, we can do this. We're just gonna power through!
Rachel: (shakes her head) Alright, alright look, just uh... just try to remember how you felt when you were in love, and think about that when you're playing the scene.
Dr. Franzblau: You're doing great, you're doing fine.
Ross: You're bleeding.
Ross: (Reading the note) We know you're out there. (Rachel gasps)
Chandler: I am trying to open your eyes, my man! Don't you see, if you lived with Phoebe she's always gonna be there. You're gonna get home, she's there. You go to bed, she's there. You wake up and oh yes, she's there!
Ross: (buzzes) Wrong! Now you're single. It's actually secret option number three, you meet her at the gate. That way she knows you love her.
Phoebe: Oh, you're so screwed. (Monica goes into the guest room)
PHOEBE: You're not going?
Monica: Well, you're... you're different funny... I mean, you're... you're more sarcastic a-a-and... well, he does... bits... and impressions... and... and limericks...
Rachel: Oh Ross, you're so great. [she playfully rubs his head and gets up]
Monica: You're not a senior?
CHANDLER: Hey, listen.� I'm never going to lie to you again, okay?� And I want you to know that nobody thinks you're stupid.
MONICA: Oh, you're a grandpa.
MONICA: I'm not a baby, you're the baby.
Donny: Uh, Gene, you're gonna have a chance to go to the winner circle in the second half. But right now Henrietta you are going to the winner circle to try your luck for ten thousand dollars, right after this, don't go away.
JOEY: Alright, just one. [she licks his hands rather emphatically] Wow, you're good at that.
ESTELLE: You're welcome.
Rachel: Okay... aahhh... Please laugh for mommy... Please? Please laugh for mommy... (Rachel makes a funny face, sticking her tongue out, making a farting noise and using her hands as antlers, wiggling her fingers... No response from Emma...) Not funny huh? Oh so, is it... only offensive novelty rap? Or maybe just, you know, rap in general? 'Cause mommy can rap... (Rachel tries to rap and makes weird movements with her arms in the process.) My name is mommy and I'm here to say / that all the babies are... Oh, I can't rap... Allright sweetheart... This is only because I love you so much, and I know that you're not gonna tell anybody... (Rachel's face is telling "Oh what am I doing? The things I have to go through... and she starts to rap) I like... big butts and I cannot lie... / You other brothers can't deny... / when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist and a round thing in your face... (Emma starts to laugh) Yes! Yes! Yes! YES! Oohhhhh! Oh! (Rachel now really gets into it, and her insecure movements start getting better) I like big butts and I cannot lie... / You other brothers can't deny... Oh Emma you're laughing! Oh you are, you really do like big butts, don't you. Oh you beautiful little weirdo... (Rachel picks up Emma and Ross now enters)
Rachel: I don't care that you left. I'm just glad that you're here. Thanks you guys!
Monica: Yeah, you're my husband. I'm not gonna live in a different state than you for 208 days out of the year.
Ross: Look, you'll get there. You're an amazing chef.
Joey's Hand Twin: You can't sit here if you're not gonna play.
Mrs. Geller: I'm so glad you could come Chandler, we've got plenty of food so I hope you're hungry.
MONICA: You're right.
CHANDLER: You're not a dad. You're not a dad.
Ross: It's an honor to meet you. I can't tell you how long I've been an admirer of your work, I mean, that Nobel prize, (he thumbs up) whoooo! I mean, I have to tell you that, you're one of the reasons I got into the field.
Monica: Yeah, good for you. Y'know you're tough, you lived on the streets.
Monica: Look, I know that you're in a place right now where you really need to hate Julie's guts, but she didn't do anything wrong. I mean, she was just a girl who met a guy, and now they go out. I really think that if you gave her a chance, you'd like her. Would you just give that a chance, for me?
JOEY: You're kiddin'.
Rachel: Yes, yes, it does. Okay, look, the restaurant called, they wanna know if you're gonna be showing up for work?
PHOEBE: Um, is, is there any chance that you're rounding up? You know, like from, like 20?
Rachel: All right, well, you're right, these are the best oatmeal cookies I've ever had.
Ross: (Excited) You're never going to guess who I just saw downstairs!
RYAN: You're scratching. Give me the dice.
Kim: No. No! You're doing great! Dont you give up! That's why we didn't tell you and we're not gonna drag you down with us.
Phoebe: Oh! What's the matter? Are you scared? You're afraid I'm a better singer? You're afraid I'm gonna beat you at singing?
Monica: (interrupting) You have nothing! You're not even going out! You're her baby sitter! You have a 12-year-old girl's job!
Joey: I gotta tell you. You're the best in the business.
CHANDLER: What's wrong? What's wrong? You're married that's what's wrong.
Assistant: Yeah, but you're back's a zero. You're gonna wanna even that out.
Mrs. Geller: I'm not sure I know what you're getting at.
RICHARD: But you're not.
Ross: This is my son having lunch, ok? It's gonna happen a lot, so you'd better get used to it. Now if you have any problem with it, if you're uncomfortable, just ask questions. Carol's fine with it, now come on.
Ronni: Thanks. You're, uh, you're a good kid.
ROSS: Wha... you're uh, you're, you're over me?
Chandler: You're in my seat.
Monica: No, Ross, we do not hate Emily. We-we just, we just think that you're having to sacrifice a whole lot to make her happy.
Joey: (long pause and he twitches a bit) You're a pain in my ass, Geller!
Chandler: Huh! So that's what I would look like if I worked out... and was being serviced by a policeman. You're not actually going to send these out are ya?
Monica: Well, it doesn't really matter ... you're both wishing for the same thing, right?
Chandler: You know, I - I think you're set with the poultry.