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A real man wouldn’t just run to the hospital! No! What would, what would Krog do? | |
That was the only way I could get him to | |
Hi! How are the Gellers? | |
Don’t call us that! | |
The judge wouldn’t let us get an annulment! Now we gotta get a divorce!! Did a Porsch throw up on you? | |
Hey! It’s Porsche!! | |
Hey sweetie! | |
Hey! | |
There’s no back to this couch! | |
Why are you reading this? You hate this kind of stuff. | |
Yeah I know, but I figured a shot y’know? | |
Maybe one of those stories would make me cry and then you wouldn’t think I was y’know, all dead inside. | |
Oh that’s so sweet! Look Chandler I don’t care if you can’t cry, I love you. | |
Oh that makes me feel so warm in my hollow tin chest. | |
Stop it! | |
No, I mean, come on, seriously think about it, we get married, we’re up at the altar and I’m like this. | |
I won’t care, because I know you will be feeling it all in here. | |
Yeah? | |
Of course he is! | |
What, do you think I’d just use my son as-as an excuse? | |
What kind of father do you think I am? | |
All right, sorry. | |
I gotta go make a fake Ben. | |
The basket is totally empty! My God, the neighbors ate all the candy! | |
Well, either that or uh | |
Joey!! | |
Yeah? | |
Did you eat all the neighbor candy?! | |
Uh well yeah, that was the plan, but by the time I got to it there was only a couple of pieces left! | |
Yeah, and they’ve been coming by all day. They love it! | |
They love my candy? Oh man!!! I’ve gotta go make more!! | |
Hey Mon, you might wanna make some more lasagna too, because something might’ve happened to a huge chunk of it. | |
Ross! The neighbors ate all my candy!! | |
Mine stole my newspaper! It’s like a | |
Sure! | |
Yeah, ever since you uh, told me that story about that bike I-I couldn’t stop thinking about it. | |
I mean, everyone should have a-a | |
Oh my God Ross!! | |
You like it? | |
I | |
Yeah? | |
Hello darlings. | |
And there’s daddy! | |
There he is! There he is! | |
Where? | |
Right- where we've been looking all night! | |
He is so cute! | |
Oh, George, baby, drop the towel! | |
Yeah, drop it! Drop the towel! Please drop the——wowww. | |
I've gotta tell you, Bob is terrific. | |
Yeah, isn't he? | |
It is so great to meet a guy who is smart and funny, and has an emotional age beyond, like eight. | |
You know what else? He's unbelievable in bed. | |
Wow. My brother never even told me when he lost his virginity. | |
Huh. That's nice. | |
and the miracle was that that little bit of oil that should’ve just lasted just one day, burned for | |
Eight whole days. | |
That’s right, and that’s why we celebrate Hanukkah today. The end. | |
Awesome! | |
Yeah? | |
My favorite part was when | |
The Armadillo was actually not so | |
Hey! | |
Oh. | |
Wow! It looks like the Easter Bunny’s funeral in here. | |
Come on, come on, we’re-we’re-we’re lighting the candles! | |
Oh. | |
Oh. | |
Okay, I understand why | |
Yeah, sure. Good luck! | |
I’m quitting!! Woo-hoo! I’m okay!! I’m all right!! | |
Wow! That’s exciting, you went to Japan, made up a woman. | |
What? | |
I’m just saying, this woman, I mean she’s fictitious. No? | |
Why would you say that? | |
‘Cause you’re still into Monica. | |
So you told her there was somebody else so she would agree to work with you, so ‘cause you figure oh if you spent a lot of time together, maybe something might happen, and... | |
You’re good. You’re good! | |
Yeah, no, I’m fairly intuitive and psychic. It’s a substantial gift. | |
Listen, can you promise me that you won’t tell her though? | |
Absolutely, oh I promise. Tell her what? | |
Thanks a lot. | |
No I’m serious. I mean I’m intuitive, but my memory sucks. | |
Excuse me, pardon me, excuse me, excuse me, sorry. Hi. | |
For God's sake, will you let it go? There's no Rachel! | |
Oh, hey, hey, I got that. | |
Oh, thanks, sweetie. | |
No problem. I cannot wait for you to meet my friends. | |
Really? | |
You don't think they'll judge and ridicule me? | |
No, no, they will. I just... uh... | |
Can't wait. | |
Do I know you? | |
Oh my god, little Stevie Fisher? How've you been? | |
Good, good, I'm a lawyer now. | |
You can't be a lawyer. You're eight. | |
Listen, it was nice to see you. I gotta run backstage. | |
Uh, wait, backstage? | |
Oh, yeah, my firm represents the band. | |
Ross. |