words in movies
Phoebe: Hey, you know what might help you deal with it? Think of it this way, you and Emily are in the past and you can't be mad about the past. So are you still mad about the Louisiana Purchase?
Monica: I thought you could use the help.
Ross: Well I dont know, but how-how great would that be huh? You living in my building. I could help take care of the baby. I can come over whenever I want. (Rachel looks at him.) With your permission.
Rachel: Ok...this could be a little awkward...I'm just going to blow past it... well can't you just use that method actor thing where you use your real life memories to help you in your performance?
CHANDLER: You want some help.
CHANDLER: May I help you?
Phoebe: Yeah, it's weird. I can't help it though he's so sweet, he's like this little puppy dog, y'know? But like a really tough one that shots bad guys. Ohh, I just love beginning parts of relationships, y'know?! You just like can't keep your hands off each other.
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?
RYAN: Oh God help me.
JOEY: Come on, I need your help here.
Rachel: Ohh, its gonna be so great! Im gonna get to help decide what we sell, Im gonna have an office with walls and everything. (turns to Monica) Im gonna have walls!
CHANDLER: Look you have to help me out here. I thought we had a deal. I thought by the time...
Rachel: Honey, this will help. (hands him a tub of ice cream)
RACHEL: Hi, hi can I help you?
Jester: Uh, may I help you?
Monica: You want some help with that?
Rachel: Ross, I am trying to help her become a better person. This is a huge breakthrough for her! She just offered to do something for another human being!!
ROSS: Yeah, can't help but.
Phoebe: Hey, its your Thanksgiving too, y'know, instead of watching football, you could help.
MONICA: Um, you guys, you know when I said before, "thank you, but I don't really need your help"?
RACHEL: It's just this thing. Every year we would go out on my dad's boat and watch the fireworks. Mom always hated it because the ocean air made her hair all big. My sister Jill would be throwing up over the side and my dad would be upset becasue nobody was helping and then when we did help he would scream at us for doing it wrong. But then when the fireworks started, everybody just shut up, you know, and it'd get really cold, and we would all just sort of smush under this one blanket. It never occured to anybody to bring another one. And now it's just...
Monica: All right, Chandler can make boxes, Ross can wrap, and Joey can lift things. Now Phoebe, go tell the guys they have to help out!
Guy: (muffled) May I help you?
Issac: (to Chandler and Joey) Can I help you?
Monica: So the going for help went well?
Richard: (standing behind her, without his moustache) I can help with that.
Dr. Green: What do you need help for?
Phoebe: Yeah, I know. Its a real mustard-tastrophe. Can you help me?
Joey: I couldnt help it, there love is so pure.
Ross: Im just trying to help you, move on.
Rachel: Look, either help me or go.
Ross: (He checks his watch) Sure. Ill help you.
Rachel: Oh honey, I'm sorry we can't help you there, 'cause we're cuddlily sleepers. (Chandler makes an 'Ewww' face) Okay, I'm late for work.
Phoebe: I'm sorry, Frank. I didn't realise things were so bad. You know, I'll help out more. I can - I can babysit any time you want. You name the day, and I'll be there.
Rachel: (She drops the brush) Y'know what? I cannot do this with my left hand! Would you please, help me with this too?
Chandler: Well, can we help?! You want us to take you back to the house?!
Monica: (hums for a while, then gives up, and in her head) If it bothers you that much, just go out and get the shoes. No. Don't do this. This is stupid! I don't have to prove anything, I'm gonna go get them...But then everyone will know. Unless I get them, and then wake up really early and put them back! ...I need help! (She buries her head in her pillow.)
Written by: Seth Kirkland Transcribed by: Eric Aasen With Help from: Darcy Partridge
Rachel: Okay, that doesnt help me, because we went to the same high school.
Mrs. Geller: (entering) Hows the hired help?
Amanda: Okay, well, my cell phone number is right here on the counter, please help yourself to anything in the fridge.
Phoebe: After that? Yeah! No, I mean if I can help.
Tim: Here, let me help. (Does so.)
Rachel: Oh wait, Ross, would you just stay and help me get dressed?
Phoebe: Well, I think it's great that the medical community is finally trying to help sick hamsters.
Phoebe: (to the nurse) Excuse me? Could you help me with something? The patient Im looking for has a broken leg and is in a wheelchair. And umm, hes like early to mid-thirties, very attractive.
Joshua: All right, thank you so much for all your help.
Ross: Yeeeeeep Yep-yep-yep-yep-yep. I remember when she took out on her dads boat she wouldnt let me help at all.
Ross: You've got to help me my monkey swallowed a 'K'!
Rachel: Oh but you could. You can. Absolutely! We can help each other out! We can get--what are those--those patches! We could be like the Patch Sisters!
Rachel: No! Help me!
Phoebe: Yeah, all right. Meanwhile, Im gonna do whatever I can to help this so, Im just gonna yknow, lie it your chair, (She climbs into the chair and drapes her feet over the back of the chair.) Y'know? Yeah, good, Im let gravity yknow, do its jobs.
Phoebe: Well, if you think it will help.
Ross: Help! Help!! Help! Help!!
Phoebe: Fine. But you can't help me develop my new universal language.
Phoebe: No, listening! Sit! Yknow, maybe it would just really, really help if you would just talk.
Ross: Oh hey, that was a good one, huh? (Imitating himself) Help! Help!
Chandler: Yknow uh, you didnt really have to help me pack.
Phoebe: I cant help it. I need the meat. The baby needs the meat.
Rachel: Honey, youre not gonna make enough money to help Frank and Alice just by selling knives.
Chandler: Freedom! I want my freedom! Why wont you here me?! (Opens the door) Sophie, help me! Help me!! (Sophie stands up)
Joey: Well then help me get it off! Plus, it smells really bad in here.
Monica: Guys, could you please just stop throwing the ball for one minute and just help me find it!
The Saleslady: May I help you ladies?
Ross: (standing at the edge of the roof) Yeah, I guess we dont have a choice. (Screaming to the street) Help us! Please help us! Were stuck up on the roof and we cant get down!!!
Monica: I can�t believe I did this. I can�t believe I'm singing for the people, and they liked me! Hey, did you hear thatone shouting �look at those tips�! I mean, did I really help you get a lot of tips?
Monica: Y'know in a weird way, you have too much power. Look, youre gonna have to help me out here, cause I only have three.
Amy: You didn't want me to marry the old guy with the great apartment. Then, I tried to help your daughter to de-emphasize her flaws (frantically pointing at her nose) And suddenly I am the bad guy?
Chandler: This is like figure skating team all over again. (Phoebe and Ross glare at him astonished) I mean synchronized swimming. (they continue to glare) I mean- I mean the balance beam. (to Ross) Help me!
Phoebe: Well, I think I can help you get over him.
Rachel: (with a hurt expression on her face) Okay, but before you go, could you help me first?
Rachel: Well, why don't you talk to me about it, maybe I can help.
Rachel: Okay, youre right. Youre right. You cant help me.
Amy: Well, it should be. I'm gonna help babies learn how to accessorize, what colors to wear, what clothes are slimming...
Rachel: Well of course we will help you decide! We will do anything we can to help you! Now, I would like to make a toast, to the future Mrs. Chandler Bing (A woman at the table behind them overhears Chandlers name and starts listening closer), my best friend, and truly one of the nicest people that
Chandler: (entering) Okay. Okay. All right. Help! Am I a Mark, or a John?
Chandler: Look, you have to help me! Okay? I mean, I know what to do with a woman, yknow, I know where everything goes, its always nice. But I need to know what makes it go from nice to, "My God! Somebodys killing her in there!"
Ross: Thanks for the help, problem solved. (Wipes his hands.)
Joey: Yeah, well, that's fine, but the important thing is that I finished it. And uh, I think it's really good, but y'know it'd really help me is if I could hear it. So would you guys read it for me?
Ross: Yeah. You can help me get my furniture back from Gunther.
Monica: Wait. Rachel, no, hes married. Married! If you dont realize that, I cant help you.
Chandler: Help!
MONICA: All right, look, Ross. I realize that you have issues with Carol and Susan, and I feel for you, I do. But if you don't help me cook, I'm gonna take a bunch of those little hot dogs, and I'm gonna create a new appetizer called "pigs in Ross". All right, ball the melon.
Danny: Like it would help.
Monica: (Taking out her wallet.) Well good, here let me help you out.
Monica: We are! Help us!
Phoebe: Theres a reset button?! Ugh, thank you! Thank you! (He exits and she goes to shut it off.) Theres a reset button! My God! Why didnt I see that! (She takes off the plastic cover and looks for the button.) Reset button, reset button, where is there a reset button? (Finds it.) Oh here it is! (Picks it up off of the floor.) Oh! (She presses it hard, but of course it would help if the button was still attached to the detector. In frustration she presses it so hard it causes pain in her thumb.) Ohh, God!
Dr. Long: Youre about 80 percent effaced, so youre on your way. It still could last a little while longer. If youre anxious there are a few ways to help things along.
(The party falls flat. Chandler tries to think of a witticism, but even he can't help...)
Ross: Well, you can help me!
Singer: (singing) Cause every time I see your face, I cant help but fall from grace. I know.....
Phoebe: Ooh-Ooh! I did it! I did it! I figured out a way to make money! Im gonna open up my own massage place and Franks gonna help me! And! We can work it around his schedule so he doesnt have to quit school!
Ross: Come on. You gotta help me figure out what to do. Okay?
Monica: Phoebe, you do seem a little tense. Here, let me help you.
Joey: Thats help spelled backwards so that the helicopters can read it from the air!
Ross: No. No. You-you can't help. I mean, I kinda have to do this without your help.
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: Honey wait, Joey, Im sorry I mean as terrific as I think you are with it (Looks for help.)
Joey: (to the rest of the gang) Somebody help me out here!
Phoebe: Umm, okay, okay, look. I took this picture from your fridge. Okay, because I know that this is my Father. Yeah, this is Frank Buffay and you are standing right there next to him. Now, look I deserve to know where I came from. All right? So if you can help me find my Father then you should! Otherwise, youre just mean! (pause) So, just tell me the truth!
Rachel: I don't think he's the one who needs help.
Ross: Well, Im-Im just glad I could, yknow, help you out.