words in movies
Monica: All right, I'm out of oven space. I'm gonna turn on Joey's. Please, watch him! Do not let Joey eat any of the food!
Chandler: Sure, and Joey; do not let Ross look at any of the maps or the globe in your apartment.
Phoebe: Yeah, she came all the way back from Ross' building. Oh, the things she must have seen! And then she climbed up the fire escape and she tapped on the window with her teeny little paw and then we ran to let her in (Realizes, that Chandler starts to not believing her) I went to far, didn't I? When should I have stopped?
Ross: Okay, maybe this is so hard, because there aren't 50 states. Let me tell you something, I have 49 states, and there are no more! I-I think, I should be able to eat something.
Rachel: Oh, really, let me see, let me see.
Joey: (Enters) Hey you guys Im gonna take off. I just wanted to let you guys know, say goodbye.
Chandler: Oh no-no-no, I will do it. Honey, you have to learn to sit down and relax and let your husband take care of things once and awhile. (Tries the door.) Its locked, you have to help me. Why is it locked?
Monica: Thats a good question. Look umm, last night we let the dice decide. Maybe we should leave it up to fate again. I love you!
Chandler: Eh, y'know what, shes to political, she probably wouldnt let you do it, unless you donated four cans of food first.
Rachel: Okay. Ah, well well just see about that, okay. I will read The Shining, (she tries to take the book away from him but he doesnt want to let it go) and you will read Little Women.
ROSS: Any time. [He doesn't want to let her go]
Rachel: All right, look. Why don't you just return the book, let Joey give her the clock pen, and you give her something worse than that. Like... a regular pen.
Ross: Hello. (He throws his jacket towards the coat rack and misses.) Im sorry Im a little late. Ah(Checks his watch)Whoa! A lot late. Let me start by uh, by introducing myself, I am Professor Geller. (The bell rings.) So to sum up, Im Professor Geller. Good job today.
Monica: Let me think. Oh, when I was younger I used to dream that I got married to Mayor McCheese, and on our wedding night I ate his head.
RACHEL: I am. Let me just get my coat.
ROSS: Let me hold him for a sec. There. (Ben stops crying) Huh? There we are.
Monica: Rach, are you really gonna let him do this?
RACH: Ross, Chandler wrote something about me on his computer and he won't let me see.
Joey: Ooooooooooh, I slept with you! And you obviously remember me Hey! I still got it. (Turns back to Hayley) so were good. (She just glares at him) I'll let myself out.
Chandler: Lets go.
RACHEL: Yeah you like totally let him wash his feet in the pool of your inner power.
Rachel: Im sorry, let her?
CHANDLER: Uh, two larges, extra cheese on both. But listen, don't ring the buzzer for 19, ring 20, Geller-Green, they'll let you in, OK. If you buzz our door, there's no tip for you. OK, thanks. Pizza's on the way. I told you we wouldn't have to get up.
Monica: (seeing her) Okay, lets go!! Lets hit the road!!
Monica: Lets get the show on it!
Ross: Let me see this... (he takes the trophy from Rachel's hands) Grand Supreme Little Darling, New York Division.
Rachel: Lets do it! Ross?
Chandler: All right, I have to get that, but no-no. (answering phone) Hello? (listens) (happily) Hi! Yeah listen, I'm, I'm in need of a stripper and I was told that you do that. (listens) Let me ask you this, what, what do you do for the extra hundred? (listens) So would I, would I have to provide the grapes?
Monica: Okay. Lets bring it in.
Ross: Come on, lets go!
Ross: Right. Okay, lets play. Lets go.
Joey: Oh, yeah, that. All right, means that much to ya, Ill let you have her.
Rachel: Are you gonna let me play?
Ross: Okay, y'know what, lets just cut to the chase here. Okay? Heidi, which of my boys do you like?
Phoebe: Come on Mon, let her throw the ball.
Rachel: Umm let me think...What do I want, what d-o I w-a-n-t...
Monica: Let go!
Ross: Let go! Let go!
Monica: Let go!
Ross: No! You let go!
Phoebe: I'm not. I'm praying. (looking up) Please let the Knicks win... Thank you Thor! (Mike is standing up) Where... where are you going?
RACHEL: Would you let me talk. [flicks Monica on the forehead]
Joey: Come on Treeger, dont say that. You just ahh, you just need more practice. Here, come on, lets ahh, lets try it again. Come on. (they start dancing again) Plus, it was, it was probably mostly my fault, anyway. I mean, yknow, Im not really that comfortable dancing with a(Treeger throws him) We-he!! Hey!
JOEY: Ahh, alright, alright, alright, I was young and I just wanted a job, OK. But at the last minute I couldn't go through with it so they let me be the guy who comes in to fix the copier but can't 'cause there's people havin' sex on it.
Joey: No, no, no more! I cannot lose another dime! Im serious this time! In-in fact, look, theres aI wanna give you something. And let me give it too you know before I pawn it for Cups money. (He rolls the big white dog over) Now, I want you to have the big white dog as a kinda of a, yknow, thank you for being such a great roommate.
Emily: All right, all right, if you insist on doing this, at least let me help you.
Phoebe: (turning around and picking a cup off of a table) Oh, hey, look, I found coffee! (handing her the cup) Okay, lets skedaddle.
Rachel: Awe! (Emma laughs) Oh my God! Looks, she’s a little dare-devil! Oh, let me push, can I push?
Joey: A handsome man enters. (Playing the part of the handsome man.) Hey! How's it going guys? I don't know what you two were talking about, but I'd like to say thanks to both of you. You, (Ross) you wouldn't let me give up on myself, and you (Chandler) well you co-created Fireball. The end.
Phoebe: Oh, hey, hey Nick the boxer lets see what you got. All right ya, put em up. Come on. (they start shadow boxing)
Phoebe: Im going to let him.
Monica: Oh! (Gets up) Lets see, well if this is the wedding hall then umm (Walks away) youre parents will be at home in Queens.
JOEY: I don't know, you see somethin', you hear a word, I thought that's what it was. Let me see it again.
Gunther: Let it be me! Let it be me!
Joey: Ah, let me see! (she hands him a pile of tissues) Damn, that's a lot of guys! Are you a little slutty?
Ross: Enough with geography for the insane, okay? Lets play some ball, guys.
Male Jeweler: Okay, I can let it go at eight.
Joey: Yeah! Well, I think well see if they actually let you play. Huh? I mean they tell you anything you want to hear like-like, "You look 19," and then they just take it away like-like, "No you dont."
Chandler: All right. Yes. Okay. I get your point. But if its not your bra will you just let the woman clean the apartment?!
Joey: All right, lets get me back up there! (Holds out his picture.)
Monica: Okay, lets start with the free messages outside the UN.
Rachel: All right, lets go!
Chandler: Ladies, ladies, lets just compromise okay? Phoebe, Rachel take off Monicas bra.
Chandler: At least let me smoke it to the good part.
Frank: Yeah, so we just thought wed stop by and let you know theres still no pressure.
Ross: Well then a small one!! Listen, lets, we kinda have to get going!
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]
Chandler: Okay, lets play my game now.
Rachel: God, Im not lame, okay. I can do something. I can throw, would you let me throw, come on this is my game too.
Phoebe: All right, all right, well just do our best. Okay? So lets say Im the interviewer and Im meeting you for the first time. Okay. "Hi! Come on in, Im uh, Regina Philange."
Joey: You know, on the one hand you're happy for them, but on the other hand it's hard to let go.
Kate: Nooo. And theres really no reason he should find out, so ah lets not make a big deal about it, okay?
Ross: Okay. All right. So lets see, lets play from the trash can, to the lightpost. Right. Two hand touch, well kick off.
RACH: And I'm in it? Then let me read it.
Monica: (Angrily.) You can let some of them go by!(Judy and Andrea go to the front of the chapel. Joey approaches Monica.)
MONICA: Finger cramp. Oh God, sorry. Here, let me get that mom.
Monica: Come on Rach, come on. Lets see whats it like to be on a winning team for a change.
(Rachel is slowing trying to leave and let them talk.)
Joey: When that guy was robbing us, and I was locked in the entertainment unit for like six hours, you know what I was doing in there all that time? I was thinking about how I let you down!
Joey: Let me see. (goes over and looks at the form) Oh, right.
Joey: Would you let it go Ross. It was just a dream. It doesn't mean...
Joey: Hey Gunther, dont let that guy in here anymore! He just said Phoebes a porn star!
Rachel: Okay, let me just get a cup of coffee.
Monica: I mean, why should I let them meet him? I mean, I bring a guy home, and within five minutes they're all over him. I mean, they're like- coyotes, picking off the weak members of the herd.
Ross: All right! You go get him! Lets go!
CHANDLER: Yeah, he let us drive his Jaguar. Joey for 12 blocks, me for 15.
The Director: All right! Lets try this again! You ready Joe?
Rachel: (taking the brush back) Okay. Lets use this brush. (Hands him another one.)
Joey: Hey! I'm in, they're gonna let me audition!
Phoebe: (sees Rachel's face) What? Did you go to a costume party? Let me guess umm Pancho Vila? (Points at Rachel) and you're Bob Saget. (An old lady has sat down at the slot machine Phoebe was just at.)
PHOEBE: (singing angrily) Terry's a jerk, and he won't let me work, and I hate Central Perk!
Monica: Let me ask you a question.
Chandler: Okay, now lets decide who has the nicest ass.
MR. GELLER: C'mon Rich, it's my birthday, let me live vicariously.
Joey: Thank you! Alright, let me see how I'm gonna start... "Dear baby adoption decider people..."
ROSS: No, you let me fini...
Rachel: Okay, so lets play for some pepper! Stop spending my money!
(Rachel, Chandler, Phoebe, and Joey all scooch over to let them sit down.)
Rachel: You guys, come on, it doesn't matter why we're late. We're all here now, please let us in so we can have some of your delicious turkey. (A slice of turkey on a piece of aluminum foil is slid under door)
Chandler: Okay! Okay! Let me try it again, youre gonna wanna date this next guy, I swear!
Rachel: All right, lets do it.
Chandler: I know, lets rest and drink lots of fluids. (Holds up a glass of orange juice.)
Phoebe: I-I-Id love to. Let me just tell my friend.
Chandler: You gotta let me slam the door! (Leaves; slams the door)