words in movies
ROSS: Rach, come on, open up. Rach, come on, come on, Rach. You got to give me another chance.
Monica: Maybe he didn't give you a chance.
Rachel: So wh..? He's smart, he's qualified. Give me one good reason we shouldn't try him out.
Rachel: I dont know, I mean I would give anything to work for a designer, y'know, or a buyer.... Oh, I just dont want to be 30 and still work here.
Ross: I... just feel that the... the chemistry isn't right. I'm sorry. We're... we're more than happy to give you good recommendation...
Rachel: Yeah.. yeah right.. Remember in high school when I died and didn't give you my baby?
Amy: So you're going to give me the baby?
(Chandler and Joey give Monica a pack of condoms.)
Chandler: Fine, I'll give the suit back.
Phoebe Sr: I mean, I know what Im talking about. I gave up two babies, and I only wish I had someone there that had given up babies, that could tell me how terrible it is to give up babies. I just think that, it would be something you will regret every single day for the rest of your life. So, how ever hard it is to give up this puppy, it would be like a million times harder to give up a child. (Phoebe is playing with the puppy again, and not listening) I really shouldnt have given you the puppy first.
Phoebe: Now give me my real gift.
Rachel: Rachel Green's office!! Give me that phone! (takes the phone) Hello, this is Rachel Green, how can I help you? Uh huh ... ok then ... I'll pass you back to your son (gives phone to Gavin)
Man: (to wife): Toby... Oh, for God's sake, I don't know what she's talking about! There's no Rachel! Don't give me that deep freeze.
Larry: Well, I suppose I could give him a warning.
Gavin: Look, I'll just give you this and go.
PHOEBE: Well, come on, who cares what that guy thinks. What does Warren Beatty know about kissing (Chandler and Monica, give her a look that says 'think about it') Ooh.
Phoebe: Hey, buddy. Hows my favorite dog, huh? Hows my favorite dog? (the dog doesnt move) Youre subdued. (to Joey) Did you give him a beer?
Chandler: Okay, hear me out. Okay? You give the best bad massages. If anybody was looking for the best bad massage and they were thinking to themselves, "Who's the best of that?" They'd have to go to you.
Mike: Yeah, look, and I don't want you to feel like you have to give me your key just because...
Waiter: Eh, okay, the waiters have a little pool going. We have a bet on how long it'll take before you give up and go home.
Ross: Does it? Does it? Yeah, I wanted to give that whole Does it? part just another glance.
Rachel: Well, then I get to give him the cell phone.
Waiter: Guys, give it a rest. Nobody's betting on you tonight. Although we do have a pool going to see how long it takes that guy to cry.
Second Message: "Listen, oh... it turns I got the last spot. I'm really sorry man, it was a lot of fun working with you. Give me a call if you want."
Monica: No, no! Give it to me!
Monica: Give it to me!
Phoebe: Yeah, ok. I guess you're right. Allright, so we should just give them away. But to nice families, with children, and reduced fat wheat thins. They're Bob's favorites.
Phoebe: Now if you want to receive e-mails about my upcoming shows, then please give me money so I can buy a computer.
Chandler: Just give us the cheapest room you have.
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.
Phoebe: Ok well give her a chance to see all of that!
Monica: Chandler, this is crazy! What did you even say to him! "Come up, meet my wife! Give us your sperm"!
Monica: Oh, I know, I never wear fake ones. I just did it so my Mom wouldnt give me grief about me biting them.
Monica: See what happens when you give people advice? I hope you told him not to?
Chandler: Oh, is it on the computer, cuz I'd love to give it a read...?
Rachel: Joey, you cant let him get away with that. Ya know what, Im not going to let him get away with that. Im going to say something to himNo, I really shouldnt say anythingNo, I should say something to him. (Goes to the counter) Gunther, I want you to give Joey his job back. That is really not fair that you have to fire him
Ross: Wha... (gasps) What? What would give you that idea?
Rachel: (embarrassed) Oh, I can give you that.
Mike: Anyway, I just wanna give you a heads up.
Charlie: And you know, you can just give me my stuff whenever you want.
Rachel: Oh, good, good! We had this idea to make a birthday video for Emma and we'll give it to her when she is 18.
Rachel: See, Gavin, you're capable of being a nice guy. Why did you give me such a hard time?
Precious: I just can't believe that Mike didn't give me any warning.
Joey: Yeah! Good night! (they give each other a small kiss on the mouth, and stare at each other for a while)
Chandler: Which technically now you should give back!
Monica: You know, I would give her up, for you.
Phoebe: Yeah. I really hate to give her up. Oh, I know!! Oh, you should take her!
Mike: No, no, we're here to give the money back.
Monica: No, too late. You can't give it back! (she pushes the painting back to Rachel)
Ross: Yeah. He wouldn't give me the grant, because I wouldn't give you up.
Gavin: It's OK. I know it's probably not my place but can I give you a piece of advice?
Chandler: Look, I'm sorry I didn't give them your tape. And I promise, next time to submit you whether I think you are right for the part or not.
Mike: Alright, fine. We'll give the money back.
Erica: Giving you my baby? You think I'd give you my child after this?
Ross: Yeah, i-it's for the museum. Someone found a bone, we want the bone, but they don't want us to have the bone, so I'm going over there to try to persuade them to give us the boit'sit's a whole big bone thing. Anyway, I'm gonna be gone for like, uh... like a week, so, uh, if you wanna reach me, y-you can't. So here's my itinerary (hands a sheet of paper to Monica). Um... here's a picture of me... (hands it to Monica)
Phoebe: Fine, I'll give you her number.
Phoebe: If you had to, what would you give up, food or sex?
Rachel: Oh, Pheebs, baby, that's nice but, you know what, I think I'm ok. Why don't you give it to one of your other single girlfriends?
Phoebe: Ross, how about you. What would you give up, sex or food?
Rachel: Oh God. What about you, Joe? What would you give up, sex or food?
Chandler: Well, I officially give you permission to break the pact.
Chandler: If you win, we give up the birds.
Donny: Okay. Give me sixty seconds on the clock please... Ready, GO! (runs off)
Donny: Give me twenty seconds on the clock. Ready? Go!
Joey: Ahaha, he might as well just give us the points.
KEVIN: All right. It's no big deal. BILL: So, she has a boyfriend. What is your situation? RACHEL: Oh, well, it's complicated. I don't actually have a boyfriend.� But um. . . BILL: Then, can I have your number? RACHEL: (pause) I'm sorry, no. BILL: Okay. (They start to walk away.) RACHEL: Oh sure.� (She pulls a business card from her purse and writes on it.) PHOEBE: (Reading the card.) Oh my God, you're giving your real number. BILL: Okay, thanks. I'll give you a call later tonight. RACHEL: Great. BILL: Bye PHOEBE: Bye. (The guys leave.) Wow. So, that's great. You, Bill, Ross, and Emma are going to be so happy together. What were you thinking?
Donny: You crossed the line. Joey, describe for Gene these things that have lines. Give me 20 seconds on the clock, please. Ready, go!
Monica: Chandler, we have talked about this. You are not supposed to give people advice! Now couldn't you just have made some sort of inappropriate joke?
Monica: I mean, who knows how long it's gonna take for someone else to give us a baby? What if, what if no one ever picks us?
(Mike takes off his coat to give to Phoebe and the steel band plays "The Wedding Song")
Phoebe: Good. It's just so hard, it's hard for me to ... let them go. I guess it just brings back memories, you know, from ... when I gave birth to my brother's triplets and I had to give them up. (Mike is shocked) I haven't told you about that yet, have I?
Monica: Oh, is that so? Ok. If that's really what you want, then here... I give you the headset. Well, I don't really want to give you the headset. Well I guess if you're taking over, you should probably return these messages. (hands her a stack of papers with messages and calls to return)
Monica: "Tonight's the night we're gonna make it happen, tonight we'll put all other things aside. Give in thistime and show me some affection..."
Joey: Yeah, you'd think I'd give up being a minister and start paying to ride the subway? Huhuh...
Phoebe: Because a promise between friends means never having to give a reason. (she leaves)
Phoebe: Well, not for a little while. Let's just give him a few days to get used to everything else.
Monica: All right, all right! Lets just cut to the chase, okay? (To Phoebe) Youre single. (To Tim) Youre single. (To Phoebe) He gets off work at eleven. (To Tim) Shell be waiting for your call. (To Phoebe) Ill give him your number if I can get one calamari and one Caesar salad!! (Everyone in the kitchen stops.) I did not yell. I am not putting a dollar in the jar.
Ross: Uhm, well... I'm here to see if you'll give Rachel her job back.
Joey: Good night! (they give each other a kiss again, but this time it lasts longer)
Ross: Okay, and oh Im gonna need a bunch of extra keys. Apparently I give them away for no reason at all.
Ross: Good, 'cause the ladies, not so much. (shakes his head, give him a thumbs up and leaves)
Joey: I promise. And that means, never having to give a reason. (Phoebe stops herself from laughing and leaves)
Chandler: Ooh, not so tight... (blows raspberry, and the hug ends) I'm sorry, just give me one more chance.
Joey: Yeah. All right, now give me your best shot.
Phoebe: Ugh, okay, I have an enormous crush on you. But because youre a client, I cant ask you out, even though you give me yknow, the feeling.
(Phoebe tries to give her phone to Ross, but he won't take it. He mouths "no.")
Rachel: All right, okay. Alright, let's give to these babies something to cry about!
Joey: Okay. Thats good. Okay, that give you a couple hours to prepare what youre gonna say. Good. Yeah. (Someone comes out of his apartment and it startles Joey again.) Dont you people ever knock?!
JOEY: All right. I'll give you one hint. Warren Beatty.
CHANDLER: Yeah, we were gonna give fifty, but if you guys gave more, we don't wanna look bad.
Monica: Uh, Chandler did! What does he want you to give up? Phoebe: A bunch of stuff. And the worst one... he wants me to get rid of Gladys.
[Scene: The desert outside of Las Vegas, Joey is arriving and we hear the song, Name. Y'know, (singing) I've been through the desert on a horse with no name! It felt good to be out of the rain. In the desert, you can't remember your name, 'cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain. La la la-la-la, la, la, la, la-la-la. You get the idea. Anyhoo, he pulls up and stops. As he gets out of the car, he spills a huge pill of fast food containers out of the foot well.]
Frank Sr.: Well Lilly, when you see Lilly would you give her that, that note? Because I wanted to talk to her at the memorial but, well I pictured her getting mad at me the way you got mad at me and I well, I chickened out. So, uh, I wrote her that note, would you give it to her please?
MONICA: Ya know, my party is fun. I mean, maybe it's a little quieter, less obvious sorta fun but, you know, if people would just give it a chance... [volleyball hits her in the head from behind]
Phoebe: Okay. You know how people need transportation, but they also need massages to help them relax so I just figured we could combine the two, okay, I give the massages and Frank drives! I can fix up the van, bolt the table in the back, and you know what Ive got?
Rachel: Oh, come on! Ill give you ten free Ralph Lauren shirts.
Monica: I told you you were a bath person! Hey, when you get out, maybe I can give you a facial!
Rachel: Ugh. (To another customer that's leaving.) Excuse me, could you give this to that guy over there? (Hands him the coffee pot.) Go ahead. (He does so.) Thank you. (To the gang.) Sorry. Okay, Las Vegas.
Monica: Look , I'm sorry, guys, I just don't wanna give them any more ammunition than they already have.
Mr. Zelner: Umm, no. Thanks, but Ill give these to Betty. (Rachel glances at Tag to say, "See?") So I read your evaluation of Tag, or to use his full name, Tag Sweetcheeks Jones. Is something going on with you two?
Mrs. Tribbiani: I came to give you this (Gives him a bag of groceries) and this. (Whacks him round the ear)