words in movies
Written by: Vanessa McCarthy Transcribed by: Eric Aasen With Help From: Dan Gottleib
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.
Written by: Seth Kirkland Transcribed by: Eric Aasen With Help from: Darcy Partridge
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.
Rachel: Oh wait, Ross, would you just stay and help me get dressed?
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'!
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: 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: 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!
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.
The Saleslady: May I help you ladies?
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.
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!
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!!!
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: (with a hurt expression on her face) Okay, but before you go, could you help me first?
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: Okay, youre right. Youre right. You cant help me.
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?
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.)
Rachel: Well, why don't you talk to me about it, maybe I can 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.
Monica: Wait. Rachel, no, hes married. Married! If you dont realize that, I cant help you.
Ross: Yeah. You can help me get my furniture back from Gunther.
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!
Chandler: 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.
Monica: I thought you could use the help.
Singer: (singing) Cause every time I see your face, I cant help but fall from grace. I know.....
Danny: Like it would help.
Ross: Well, you can help me!
(The party falls flat. Chandler tries to think of a witticism, but even he can't help...)
Phoebe: Well, if you're having a hard time, you should talk to my friends, Bill and Colleen. They adopted a kid. I'm sure they'd help you.
Monica: Phoebe, you do seem a little tense. Here, let me help you.
Rachel: Honey wait, Joey, Im sorry I mean as terrific as I think you are with it (Looks for help.)
Joey: Thats help spelled backwards so that the helicopters can read it from the air!
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.
Monica: I think Ill help her out. (She gets up to go over and help Rachel, and reveals she has no pants.) (to Rachel) What is going on here?
Ross: Come on. You gotta help me figure out what to do. Okay?
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: 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?
Ross: Well, Im-Im just glad I could, yknow, help you out.
Phoebe: Well, if you don't know I can't help you.
Rachel: Okay, then y'know what? Help me! I need help! I can't do this!
Phoebe: Well, I can't help you.
Emily: All right, all right, if you insist on doing this, at least let me help you.
Monica: Be that as it may, d'you think you could just help us out here on that monkey thing? Y'know, just for old times' sake? Go Bobcats?
Joey: (to the rest of the gang) Somebody help me out here!
The Flight Attendant: Miss? May I help you?
(Chandler decides to help out.)
[Scene: Monica and Rachel's, Joey is entering. Rachel is there getting some tools to help Ross out.]
Chandler: Well that would help the pride thing.
Chandler: Im just trying to help you out! Okay? I wanna make sure that youre okay.
Monica: Excuse me, sir, would it help if I werent wearing underpants?
Rachel: Okay great, hold on a sec! (She runs to her room and returns carrying a huge bag of laundry.) Oh, here you go! You don't mind do ya? That would really help me out a lot! Thanks!
Chandler: If I help, we can find em faster!
Rachel: That wouldnt help me.
Joey: Yeah! Help me get this mini-fridge past the security guard.
Ross: (entering) Look, I really need some help, okay? Why? Why did I have to speak in a British accent?! What do I do?
Rachel: Oh honey he doesnt need my help.
Ross: Wow, Monicas letting other people help decorate her tree! Did someone get her drunk again or?
Phoebe: Ooo, a crossword! Can I help?
Chandler: Okay, okay. You have to help us decide whose joke this is.
Monica: Come on! I really need your help!
Phoebe: Oh my God!! (She runs after him, but sets of the security system, which locks the stores door and brings down a set of bars behind her, caging her in.) No! What?! Help me! Let me out! Now! (Points the musket at them.)
Joey: Okay, what if the puppy said, "Help me Chandler. All the other puppies pick on me."
Ursula: Yeah, can I help you with something?
Monica: Yknow what? Youre right, Im sorry. Actually you were a big help tonight. Yeah, and thanks for putting my grandmother in the cab and making sure she got to the hotel safely.
[Scene: Monica and Chandler's, Monica is still sick and is hobbling out into the living room for some help from Chandler whos on the couch reading.]
RACHEL: Well, well um, you know, these movies are offensive and uh, degrading to women and females. And uh, and the lighting's always unflattering. And, Monica help me out here.
Rachel: How does going to a strip club help him better?
Phoebe: We should help him!
Chandler: Okay, look I need your help, I dont know what to get her for Valentines Day.
Rachel: I Well, I dont think they need any help.
Monica: (grabs a bag of those Styrofoam peanuts) Ill be coordinator! Oh my God! Im so sorry, I didnt get you anything! Okay, look everybody has to help! Okay? You can help, cant you Phoebe?
Phoebe: No, I'm just gonna help him, you know, get 'de-Ursula-ized', like you know, like I did for Joey after he went out with her.