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Chandler: (chewing gum) Ah, let's see. What next? Blow a bubble. A bubble's good. It's got a... boyish charm, it's impish. Here we go.
Monica: Okay, I've broken them down into categories. Okay, we have uh, we got holidays, birthdays, candids, y'know And then what I've done is I've cross-referenced them by subject. Right? So if you're looking up, oh let's say birthdays and dogs, you get Photo 152. See? (Hands her the photo.)
[Scene: Rachel's new job, she's in her new boss's office (Kim's) and with the other assistant (Nancy). Together they're deciding what clothes to buy or something, who knows, let's all watch/read to find out.]
Joey: Somebody was using his head. Hey, let's check out the rest of the place.
PHOE: Ok, all right, let's hear about the kiss. Was it like, was it like a soft brush against your lips? Or was it like a, you know, a "I gotta have you now" kind of thing?
Frank Sr.: Well no, just-just that one. But, it was stupid. Let's see, how did it, how did it go. Umm. (Singing.)
Chandler: Let's go! (Starts to leave.)
Elizabeth: No, let's just leave the lights on.
Joey: (betting all 100) Let's ride.
Monica: All right, let's go say good-bye.
Monica: Okay, fine. Let's talk about snow. -- Do you think it's snowing in Tulsa, where my husband is having sex on a copying machine?
Chandler: Did I? Let's refresh. I believe what I said was that I could see your scalp.
Phoebe: Oh! All right. Now, let's not do this!
Phoebe: Okay, let's go running!
CHANDLER: Alright you guys are off to party number one [ushers 3 guys into Monica's apartment] and you, you are off to party number two [ushers four women into his apartment. Two guys try to follow and Chandler blocks them and shoos them off to Monica's apartment] Alright fellas, let's keep it movin', let' keep it movin.
Chandler: All right, let's show them how it's done.
Phoebe: Let's run towards them!
JOEY: Well, I can't use these forever. I mean, let's face it, they're no friend to the environment.
Monica: This is so typical. Y'know, we give, and we give, and we give. And then- we just get nothing back! And then one day, y'know, it's just, you wake up, and "See you around!" Let's go, Phoebe.
Monica: No. If you thought this mess is going to bother me, you are wrong! All right, let's go Blinky! (She ushers Rachel out the door, but before the door fully closes she sticks her head back in.) Chandler!!!! (Chandler agrees to clean up the mess.)
Monica: Okay! All right! Let's do it!
Joanne: Alright. Let's talk reality for a second.
Chandler: Okay! Come on! Let's go! All right!
The Casting Director: Okay. Let's do it again.
Monica: Stop it. Stop! Okay let's go. We can be strong.
Director: All right, let's do it!
Chandler: Hey! I will have you know that... aah, who am I kidding. Let's call the kid Geller and let Bing die with me.
Rachel: Oh, I know, I know, the odds are against us, but somebody has to win, and it could be us! And then how you gonna feel? You know, we're gonna be all like "oh everybody, let's take our helicopters up to the cape" and you're gonna be all like "oh, I can't guys, I'll meet you guys up there, I gotta gas up the Hyundai"
Rachel: Hey! Y'know what? Let's talk about relationships!
Phoebe: Let's see! (Opens her address book.) Oh, you know who's great? Sandy Poophack.
Joey: Hey-hey! Stanley! Hey-hey! You're leading man is here! Let's get to work.
Ross: Come on. These people'll scooch down. You guys'll scooch, won't you? Let's try scooching! Come on. Come on. Uh, Kristen Riggs, this is Carol Willick. Carol, Kristin. Uh, Carol teaches sixth grade. And, Kristin, Kristin...(struggling)...does something that, funnily enough, wasn't even her major!
Dr. Rhodes: Take your shirt off, and let's see what we're dealing with here. (Ross starts to take off his pants) What are you doing?
Monica: Ok, let's see... Oh, the cranberry sauce, it is easy to make and no-one really cares about it.
Monica: Let's see, 1939... yeah, 24, 25?
Joey: Let's just say there's a well-dressed pack of dogs in Ohio. Hey Monica listen is-is Phoebe there? I gotta ask her something about the car.
Mr. Geller: C'mon kid, let's go.
Ross: Umm, he said he thought I was funny. So (Rachel stares at him.) Okay, look-look umm, let's just go downstairs, we'll have some fun, and you will forget all about it.
Chandler: Okay, y'know your not though. Let's go. (He starts for his bedroom.)
LITTLE BULLY: Look, here's what we'll do. We'll put all keys and watches in the hat over there. Alright. [they all put their keys and watches in the hat and put it on a mail box] Alright, c'mon man, let's do this.
Bitsy: Oh, please darling, let's be honest. You can have all the... sailor fun you want with that one, but... let's be real...
Ross: Well, let's say, I don't know, you met someone in the pediatrician's office.
JOEY: I just... I just don't think that I want it that way though, y'know? I mean, let's say I do make it, alright? I'm always gonna look back and wonder if it was because of my talent or because of.. y'know, the Little General.
Ross: HEY, SHE'S FAST!! OKAY?!! (Chandler is so shocked at Ross's outburst that he drops his spoon and backs up) Oh! You-you think you can be beat me? Let's go! Outside!!
Mike: I want to live with you too! Let's do that!
Ross: (to the crowd in the laundromat) All right, show's over. Nothing to see here. (to Rachel) Ok, let's do laundry.
PHOEBE: Oooh.� Let's do.� Let's send them mashed potatoes.
Chandler: Let's go! (Starts to leave.)
Joey: All right let's just do this.
Monica: So, let's do this.
Ross: (he comes back) Alright, let's go!
Phoebe: Yes. Definitely! Yes! Let's live in an apartment that we both live in! (Hugs him.)
Monica: Oh yeah? Ok, let's settle this, come on!
Joey: Yeah, I-I-I'm down with that. (He turns back to the woman.) Okay, here goes. (Thinks.) How (Holds up his hand like an Indian) you (Points at her) a-doin'? (Does a little twisting motion with both hands and ends up pointing at her, he then winks. She smiles and waves again.) (To Monica) It worked! She's waving me over. (Towards the woman.) Okay, I-I-I'll be right over. Let's see, she's on the third floor
Monica: Yeah, yeah, it's interesting.. but y'know what? Just for fun, let's see what it looked like in the old spot. (She moves it.) Alright, just to compare. Let's see. Well, it looks good there too. Let's just leave it there for a while.
Ross: Ok. Let's see. Oh, you should take her to the MET!
Charlie: Let's ditch him!
Ross: Let's celebrate with some maple candy!
Ross: Ok! So let's move on to the Renaissance?
Charlie: Yeah, let's go. (stands up and kisses Joey) (to Ross) Thanks Ross.
Charlie: Oh, yeah! Let's do it!
Joey: Let's forget about Ross...
Monica: (pinching her) Let's get you out of here!! (they go outside)
Monica: Oh my God, he's gonna do it now. Please, I cannot watch this, let's go.
Rachel: Well, come on, Steve; let's not rule out nervous laughter. Hey, now wait a minute. Phoebe told me that - that you owned your own restaurant. That's impressive.
Phoebe: Ugh, Let's just cut her out!
Phoebe: (Visibly excited) Yeah!! Let's do that!
Chandler: Again, let's journey back... As I recall what Rachel said, was she had never notice the shape of your skull before. And Joey... Well, Joey didn't realise that there was anything different.
Monica: I wasn't. Let's get going!
Rachel: Oh, I would love some. But y'know what? Y'know what? Let's not drink it here. I'm feeling kinda crazy. You wanna go to Newark?
Chandler: Let's do it, come on!
PHOEBE: Yeah, come on. You know you want it, you know you want it too, come on. Let's just be bad, it'll feel so good. [She starts scratching him.]
Ross: That is a great idea! And! I know Ugly Naked Guy because we've been watching him for like five years so that gives me back my edge! Oh, let's see now he had the trampoline.
Monica: Hey, we're probably fertile, let's go home!
Mike: But please, let's just forget the whole thing.
Monica: No! no! Let's figure out a fair way to decide who's staying.
Joey: Fine! Let's just go. I don't need your stupid dinner.
Angela: Yeah, well, sorry, Joe. You said let's just be friends, so guess what?
Monica: Ok, let's see... uhm, okay, the turkey is in the oven, the stuffing is ready...
Ross: Well, let's just go in there and face them.
Phoebe: Come on you guys, let's just do our own Thanksgiving.
Ross: Yeah! Let's go out.
Joey: All right, I guess I can hold out a little longer. Let's have a game.
Rachel: No, that's ok, let's me just get my check book!
Janice: Well, let's go to a bad one and make out. (they start to kiss and lean back into Monica.)
Erica: Oh yeah, let's do that!
Phoebe: Well, just... let's try it again.
Monica: (walking around with her headset still on) OK LET'S GET THESE CHAIRS OUT HERE! Gunther, hit the Christmas lights. (He does so and the lights above the chairs light up. Monica looks satisfied) Okay, who left the ice sculpture (picks up a piece of ice from the ground) ON THE STEAM GRATE? (nobody answers)
Joey: All right, all right, all right, let's play one more time, ok? And remember, if I win you do not move to Paris.
Chandler: Alright look, let's think about this, ok, do you really think that people are gonna stir up your family at this tragic time? That people are gonna post condolences on a website? This is not about people not caring that you're dead .This is about people not having a decent outlet for their grief.
Ross: Alright, alright, let's do this!
Ross: We make a great foursome. We should do more stuff together. Ooh! Let's take a trip. Okay, where do you think we - we can go?
Monica: Oh... Yes, I'm sure. Oh honey, let's go. Okay bye everyone.
Monica: Alright, let's see..
Rachel: Well, let's see. There was a really big guy that I was talking to, with the really nice breasts...
Joey: Woah, uh! Okay, let's hear your great idea.
JOEY: All right, you know what we gotta do? We gotta get you outta here. Come on, I'll buy you breakfast, let's go.
Monica: (pleasantly surprised) Ping pong? (to Chandler) Honey, they have ping pong! Let's play!
JOEY: Ok, let's start with the cons, 'cause they're more fun. All right, Rachel first.
RACHEL: Uhh, let's just stay clear of 'I'm the guy that's doing you daughter' and you should be ok.
Monica: (to Alan) Thanks. I'll call you tomorrow. (Alan exits, to all) Okay. Okay, let's let the Alan-bashing begin. Who's gonna take the first shot, hmm?