words in movies
Rachel: Monica, this is Dan (points to him), one of the guys that we're gonna be going out with on Saturday. (Mouths "He's yours." to her.) Uh Dan, Monica.
Joey: The question should be Rach, what is not so great about The Shining. Okay? And the answer would be: nothing. All right? This is like the scariest book ever. I bet its way better than that classic of yours.
Jill: Its yours!
Monica: Okay, you ready to open yours?
Emily: Well, up yours too!
Woman: (To Joey) Is this yours?
JANICE: Is it yours? Ha! You wish, Chandler Bing. You are looking at a married lady now.
Joey: Nope, got it and I got yours (Pointing to Jack) too.
The Stripper: Ohhh, look at the little birdies! Are those yours?
Monica: Wow! Look at this! (Picking up a shirt.) I cant believe I even fit into this shirt! (She holds it up and it reads: Tyrannosaurus Ross.) (She turns it around and looks at it.) Oh, this is yours. (Hands it to Ross.)
Rachel: Yeah thats great Paul, but yknow I wanna know what(Puts her hands on his shoulders)Wow, those are really great! I just wanna know what, what is behind this-this strong, silent exterior. Yknow they say that still waters run deep and I wanna swim in yours.
PHOEBE: Oh, I don't know. Umm, how about the fact that the underwear out there on the telephone pole is yours from when you were having sex with Fun Bobby out on the terrace.
Phoebe: Well, lets see, its not. Really, like that. Because, you see that was an actual problem, and uh, yours is just like yknow a bunch of yknow high school crap that nobody really gives yknow
Janice: Its you. This is yours.
Monica: Honey, both yours.
Monica: Ross, I'm gonna use yours, okay?
RACHEL: What you got there? Something else that's not yours that you can break?
Man: Oh yeah? Howd yours happen?
Rachel: (On the phone) Excuse me? Oh yeah? Well, up yours too! (Hangs up)
Rachel: She's yours!
Ross: Really?! (To Rachel) Hey, yknow what? Since you have such a great sense of what I need, uh ooh, heres-heres 60 bucks, why dont you take Phoebe down to that Colonial flea market of yours and get me some stuff.
CHAN: Alright, OK, alright. But if we put on spandex and my boobs are bigger than yours, I'm goin' home.
Phoebe: Are you gonna change yours?
Monica: SHE'S YOURS!
Rachel: She's yours!
Monica: Yes! Why, did youyou forget to make yours?
Phoebe: I think that uh, yours is a question with many answers.
Joey: Yes! Didnt you ever read Sports Illustrated?! No! I didnt read yours! But come on, we can go to the game tonight!
Chandler: I think these are yours.
Phoebe: No, he really hates it. But he's gonna let me keep my box of human hair! So you got to pick your battles. But the good news is, Gladys is yours!
Guru Saj: Well, relax. If it makes you feel better, Ive attended some of the finest medical schools in Central America. Well then, lets take a look at this skin abnormality of yours. (motions to the table) Come on, have a seat. (looks at it) Eeh, huh. As I suspected, its a koondis!
Monica: Yeah-yeah, yknow what? Yeah, thats it-thats it, everything will be mine! Nothing will be yours! Thats-thats what I said! Oh come on, Chandler! Im talking about the barca lounger! It just, it doesnt match! Where is it gonna go?!
Ross: Yours, I just got 43 points for 'KIDNEY'.
Joey: Ah Hey, so this roommate of yours is he good looking?
Chandler: Thats still yours. Okay, now remember its a surprise party. So, when you go in, act surprised.
Rachel: Yeah okay, you laugh now, but shes gonna be yours. (Phoebe gets suddenly scared.)
Chandler: Well, I'm sorry if my friends aren't as sophisticated as yours.
Joey: Oh thats okay. Hey, actually in a way its kinda nice. Me, bringing the food of my ancestors, you, the food of yours!
Monica: (To Chandler) Okay, the red ones are my guests and the blue ones are yours.
Rachel: (Like a big baby) Um... unless, unless I use yours.
Rachel: Yeah. Yeah, and yknow you-you deserve to win. And-and yknow I was thinking about it, if-if youre Monicas maid of honor that means I get to be yours.
Phoebe: Well, at least you didnt rent yours from a store called, "Its Not Too Late."
Chandler: Well, does that mean that youre not going to wearing yours?
RACHEL: I know, so do I. Oh Phoebe, I'm so glad you made me do this. OK, lemme se yours.
Phoebe: Dont even get me started on yours!
Joey: oh, I didn't know you liked French fries. Help yourself! What's mine is yours. (Sarah reaches over and takes a few fries)
Joshua: Yeah, but it wasnt much fun dropping it off at the dry cleaners in the skirt. (Rachel laughs) So I need everything down to underwear, so if youre willing, Im all yours.
Joey: Oh... yeah... Probably you don't even remember my name. It's Joey, by the way. And don't bother telling me yours, because I totally remember it... lady. Yeah! I waited weeks for you to call me.
Chandler: Right. So uh, have you written yours yet?
RACHEL: Oh, well, it pretty much sucked. How was yours?
Ross: Oh c'mon! When we were kids, yours was the only Raggedy Ann doll that wasn't raggedy!
Chandler: So, how would you like to have a baby that's half yours and half his!
Monica: Thank you. They're yours.
Joey: I still cant believe they took away my key. You trust me with yours.
Ross: You're right. Yours is worse. You are the king of bad Thanksgivings.
Joey: Oh, name one friend of yours that I did that with.
Pizza Guy: Yeah. This one goes across the street, I must have given him yours. Oh, bonehead, bonehead!
Sarah: But you just said "What's mine is yours"?
Chandler: No, no, no... They're really yours. We... found them in your old room.
Ross: At least they knew what yours was. Y'know, yours had a name.
Emily: I left a bra drying on the shower rod, you dont think your son will think its yours and be horribly traumatised?
RACHEL: Phoebe we just saw mine, let me see yours.
Monica: Im just saying its been a really long time for you. I mean, women have needs. Do it, get yours!
Chandler: Yeah, y'know what I got a better idea. How-how bout it blocks none of mine door and a lot of yours? (throws his shoulder into the center to try and move it, but it doesnt move.)
CHAN: OK, look, that is one guy's opinion, alright. Phoebs, read yours.
Joey: Oh! Hey, somebody left their keys. (Looks at them) Ooohh, to a Porsche! {Transcribers note: Oh come on! Who would leave the keys to their Porsche behind? If I had a Porsche, Id have the keys surgically attached to my hand!} Hey Gunther, these yours?
Chandler: Don't say Richard! Well, if they're not Monica's and they're not yours, then whose are they?
Monica: Boy, I know they say you can't change your parents,... boy, if you could- (To Ross) -I'd want yours.
CHAN: Does anyone have one from a different paper? Ross, read yours.
PHOEBE: Ahh. OK, let's see yours again.
Chandler: Oh that was yours? Uh, yeah, we used it when the duck was throwing up caterpillars.
Monica: Rachel, this is yours.
Joey: Ye-ye, we go to yours!
Chandler: Oh, well someone left this (shows a green jacket). This is yours?
Ross: (to Chandler) Wait-wait, so, you get to be my best man twice and I never get to be yours at all?
Chandler: Dont worry honey, well make yours funnier.
Ross: (to Isabella) Hi! Hi, Im Ross, you dont know me, but Im a big, big fan of yours. I mean, Blue Velvet, woo-oo hoo! Um, I was wondering if I could um, maybe buy you a cup of coffee? (Gunther hands her change) Or maybe reimburse you for that one?
MONICA: Alright, well tell me one of yours.
Doug: Well, I gotta tell ya Bing; that partner of yours is a real tiger. (To his wife.) Are you all right sweethart?
Joey: Oh! Maybe they'll name yours after you! Y'know, they'll call it, The Ross. And then people would be like, "Awww, he's got a Ross."
Ross: Well, these. These are yours right here. (Pointing to the boxes they just created for her.)
Phoebe: Well look no further, (shows her the dead one) this ones yours! Ahhh.
ROSS: [comes out] All yours.
Lauren: I know! I-Im a big fan of yours.
Phoebe: Wow, thats close. Whens yours?
Joey: Hey, Monica, who would yours be?
Chandler: Its not just their marriage! I mean, look at yours. Look at everybodys! The only person that can make marriage work is Paul Newman! And Ive met me; I am not Paul Newman. I dont race cars! I dont make popcorn! None of my proceeds go to charity.
Chandler: What does yours say Pheebs?
Phoebe Sr: No-no-no, the-the puppys yours.
Phoebe: Girls, girls, stop, ok? We'll flip a coin. Heads, she's Rachel's, tails she's Monica's. (she flips the coin). Tails! Monica, she's yours!
Health Inspector: Wow, Monica, if every restaurant is as clean as yours, I'd have a tough time making a living.
Ross: No-no, one daddy, two mommies. All right, its all yours. (Ross pushes him off.)
Phoebe: Yeah, Ill do that. So who gets to be yours?
Phoebe: What did you do on yours?
Joey: Yeah?! So's yours!
RACHEL: OK, Ross, listen to me, I am not yours to save.
Monica: No you can't. She's yours!
Chandler: (To Monica) All yours babe. (Walks away.)
Chandler: Okay, I get it. So, I get nothing! Nothing here is mine! Everything here is yours! Ill get up in the morning put on your clothes, and head off to work!