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Sandy: Actually studies have shown that the movement and colours help their cerebral development... The whimsical characters are just for us. (He winks to Joey and Rachel. Ross's face says he disapproves. Joey sees that and kind of angrily says...)
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!
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...
Guy: (muffled) May I help you?
Issac: (to Chandler and Joey) Can I help you?
Monica: So the going for help went well?
Dr. Green: What do you need help for?
Richard: (standing behind her, without his moustache) I can help with that.
Joey: I couldnt help it, there love is so pure.
Ross: Im just trying to help you, move on.
Phoebe: Yeah, I know. Its a real mustard-tastrophe. Can you help me?
Rachel: Look, either help me or go.
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?
Chandler: Well, can we help?! You want us to take you back to the house?!
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.
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.)
Rachel: Okay, that doesnt help me, because we went to the same high school.
Phoebe: After that? Yeah! No, I mean if I can help.
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: Well, I think it's great that the medical community is finally trying to help sick hamsters.
Tim: Here, let me help. (Does so.)
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?
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 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!
Ross: You've got to help me my monkey swallowed a 'K'!
Rachel: No! Help me!
Joshua: All right, thank you so much for all your help.
Phoebe: Well, if you think it will help.
Phoebe: Fine. But you can't help me develop my new universal language.
Ross: Oh hey, that was a good one, huh? (Imitating himself) Help! Help!
Phoebe: No, listening! Sit! Yknow, maybe it would just really, really help if you would just talk.
Ross: Help! Help!! Help! Help!!
Rachel: Honey, youre not gonna make enough money to help Frank and Alice just by selling knives.
Chandler: Yknow uh, you didnt really have to help me pack.
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: I cant help it. I need the meat. The baby needs the meat.
Chandler: Freedom! I want my freedom! Why wont you here me?! (Opens the door) Sophie, help me! Help me!! (Sophie stands up)
Monica: Guys, could you please just stop throwing the ball for one minute and just help me find it!
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
Joey: Well then help me get it off! Plus, it smells really bad in here.
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?
The Saleslady: May I help you ladies?
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!
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: (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.
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: Yeah. You can help me get my furniture back from Gunther.
Ross: Thanks for the help, problem solved. (Wipes his hands.)
Monica: Wait. Rachel, no, hes married. Married! If you dont realize that, I cant help you.
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?
Monica: We are! Help us!
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: Phoebe, you do seem a little tense. Here, let me help you.
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: (Taking out her wallet.) Well good, here let me help you out.
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.
(The party falls flat. Chandler tries to think of a witticism, but even he can't help...)
Singer: (singing) Cause every time I see your face, I cant help but fall from grace. I know.....
Ross: Well, you can help me!
Monica: I thought you could use the help.
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?
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.)
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!
Joey: Thats help spelled backwards so that the helicopters can read it from the air!
Rachel: I don't think he's the one who needs 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.
Ross: Well, Im-Im just glad I could, yknow, help you out.
Phoebe: Well, I can't help you.
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?
Joey: (to the rest of the gang) Somebody help me out here!
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!
The Flight Attendant: Miss? May I 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?
(Chandler decides to help out.)
Emily: All right, all right, if you insist on doing this, at least let me help you.
Chandler: Well that would help the pride thing.
Chandler: Im just trying to help you out! Okay? I wanna make sure that youre okay.
[Scene: Monica and Rachel's, Joey is entering. Rachel is there getting some tools to help Ross out.]
Rachel: That wouldnt help me.
Joey: Yeah! Help me get this mini-fridge past the security guard.
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!
Ross: Wow, Monicas letting other people help decorate her tree! Did someone get her drunk again or?
Monica: Excuse me, sir, would it help if I werent wearing underpants?