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Joey: Well anyway, I'm glad you're back, I really need your help.
Joey: Well, so, will you help me? I really wanna be in this play.
Joey: Oh, no, that's okay, I don't need your help. I worked on it myself and I gotta say, I am pretty good!
ERICA: I don't understand, why didn't you help that man?
JOEY: Somebody wanna help me out here?
[Scene: Joey and Rachel's, Chandler is getting help writing his vows from Joey and Ross.]
MONICA: I'll help you fix your sweater.
RACHEL: I'll help you throw out your purse.
Joey: (entering) Look, what am I gonna do? I'm not flirting but still, I'm drawing her to me like - like a moth to a flame! (Tries to put his feet on the coffee table...they won't reach and looks around.) What the hell's going on over here?!?!? (Points to Chandler) Monica's gonna kill you! Look I need your help, I have to do something to-to repel this woman! Wait a minute, wait a minute, you guys repel women all the time.
JOEY: Can't help you, I'm not wearing any.
ROSS: No no, you're uh, you're my lobster. See um, lobsters, uhh, in the tank when, when they're old, uhh, they get with, uhh, they walk around holding the claws. In the tank, ya know, with, with the holding and. . . Uhh, Phoebs you wanna help me out with the, the whole lobster thing?
Steve: Well then you can't have any. (she grabs for the package, and it breaks open. Gummi-bears fly everywhere, some into the punch bowl on the table.) Bear overboard! I think he's drowning. (he throws some Sugar-O's into the punch bowl) Hey fellows! Grab on a Sugar-O... save yourself! (Mimicking the bears) "Help! I'm drowning! Help!"
ROSS: It would really help when I'm kissing you if you didn't shout out my sister's name.
Elizabeth: Ahh, I just have one problem left that I do not know how to solve. Uhh, Rachel maybe you want to come upstairs and help me figure it out?
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?
JOEY: Come on, I need your help here.
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.
RYAN: Oh God help me.
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?
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!
Rachel: Honey, this will help. (hands him a tub of ice cream)
CHANDLER: Look you have to help me out here. I thought we had a deal. I thought by the time...
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!!
RACHEL: Hi, hi can I help you?
Monica: You want some help with that?
MONICA: Um, you guys, you know when I said before, "thank you, but I don't really need your help"?
ROSS: Yeah, can't help but.
Jester: Uh, may I help you?
Phoebe: Hey, its your Thanksgiving too, y'know, instead of watching football, you could 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!
Monica: So the going for help went well?
Issac: (to Chandler and Joey) Can I help you?
Guy: (muffled) May I help you?
Rachel: Look, either help me or go.
Richard: (standing behind her, without his moustache) I can help with that.
Ross: Im just trying to help you, move on.
Dr. Green: What do you need help for?
Joey: I couldnt help it, there love is so pure.
Phoebe: Yeah, I know. Its a real mustard-tastrophe. Can you help me?
Ross: (He checks his watch) Sure. Ill help you.
Rachel: (She drops the brush) Y'know what? I cannot do this with my left hand! Would you please, help me with this too?
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.
Written by: Seth Kirkland Transcribed by: Eric Aasen With Help from: Darcy Partridge
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.)
Amanda: Okay, well, my cell phone number is right here on the counter, please help yourself to anything in the fridge.
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.
Chandler: Well, can we help?! You want us to take you back to the house?!
Rachel: Okay, that doesnt help me, because we went to the same high school.
Mrs. Geller: (entering) Hows the hired help?
Phoebe: After that? Yeah! No, I mean if I can help.
Tim: Here, let me help. (Does so.)
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.
Ross: Yeeeeeep Yep-yep-yep-yep-yep. I remember when she took out on her dads boat she wouldnt let me help at all.
Rachel: Oh wait, Ross, would you just stay and help me get dressed?
Ross: You've got to help me my monkey swallowed a 'K'!
Joshua: All right, thank you so much for all your help.
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!
Phoebe: No, listening! Sit! Yknow, maybe it would just really, really help if you would just talk.
Phoebe: Fine. But you can't help me develop my new universal language.
Phoebe: Well, if you think it will help.
Rachel: No! Help me!
Ross: Help! Help!! Help! Help!!
Phoebe: I cant help it. I need the meat. The baby needs the meat.
Chandler: Yknow uh, you didnt really have to help me pack.
Ross: Oh hey, that was a good one, huh? (Imitating himself) Help! Help!
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.
Rachel: Honey, youre not gonna make enough money to help Frank and Alice just by selling knives.
Monica: Guys, could you please just stop throwing the ball for one minute and just help me find it!
Chandler: Freedom! I want my freedom! Why wont you here me?! (Opens the door) Sophie, help me! Help me!! (Sophie stands up)
The Saleslady: May I help you ladies?
Joey: Well then help me get it off! Plus, it smells really bad in here.
Rachel: (with a hurt expression on her face) Okay, but before you go, could you help me first?
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?
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.
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!
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?
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!!!
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!"
Chandler: (entering) Okay. Okay. All right. Help! Am I a Mark, or a John?
Phoebe: Well, I think I can help you get over him.
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
Rachel: Okay, youre right. Youre right. You cant help me.
Monica: Wait. Rachel, no, hes married. Married! If you dont realize that, I cant help you.
Ross: Thanks for the help, problem solved. (Wipes his hands.)
Rachel: Well, why don't you talk to me about it, maybe I can help.
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: 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.
Chandler: Help!
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!
Monica: We are! Help us!
Monica: I thought you could use the help.
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.
Danny: Like it would help.
Monica: (Taking out her wallet.) Well good, here let me help you out.
Ross: Well, you can help me!
(The party falls flat. Chandler tries to think of a witticism, but even he can't help...)