words in movies
Ross: No. We should all have dinner. Yes, we'll do it tomorrow night. I'll cook!!
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.
Phoebe: Well, that's not good. But you know, I can move some stuff around, and I'll be there. You and Alice just take the whole day together.
Colleen: I'll go get him in a second. By the way, you should know we haven't told him he's adopted yet.
Charlie: You're on fire! I'll call you in the morning, okay?
Joey: Yeah. I'll see you in the morning.
RICHARD: That's fine. Well, your other dad and I are gonna go have a romantic evening and I guess I'll just see you kids around.
MNCA: Five more and I'll flash you.
RACHEL: Come on, Terry, I'll even clean the cappuccino machine.
ROSS: Ok. No, hey, whoa, whoa, I'll get your coat.
Fireman No. 3: I'll even let you ring the bell.
MNCA: Especially the after taste, you know, I'll tell ya, that'll last ya till Christmas.
PHOEBE: No it isn't, this is my dad, alright, I'll show you.
Mike: Yes. Yeah and thanks for all the wedding night advice. (walks away) That didn't make me uncomfortable at all! Alright, so I'll see everybody tonight?
RACHEL: I'll call the super.
Rachel: Oh honey, I'll say good-bye to you at the car if you don't mind the puss.
SUSAN: Come on. I'll let you lead.
RACHEL: Jean-Claude she said yes, I'll see you tonight. Thank you.
Julie: Oh, you're busy, that's ok, I'll get it. Anybody else want one?
MONICA: I'll help you fix your sweater.
RACHEL: I'll help you throw out your purse.
DIRECTOR'S ASSISTANT: I'll talk to her.
CHANDLER: I'll cancel the sodas.
Monica: (to Joey) I'll pick you up at eleven. So glad you're coming.
Joey: Well, he's gonna. I'll see you a little later, ok? (To the Hombre Man) Hey, how ya doin'?
MONICA: So, I'll get candles and my mom's lace tablecloth, and since it's Rachel's birthday, I mean, we want it to be special, I thought I'd poach a salmon.
ROSS: I'll take that dad. [grabs the bat]
ROSS: Ok. I'll see ya later. Just think about it, ok.
Monica: Okay, okay, I'm sure that Rachel came home early and picked up Emma. You go look across the hall, and I'll call her cell.
MONICA: Alright, I'll tell you what. I'll come get you in 5 minutes with some sort of um, kabob emergency.
Gavin: Well I don't mind, I'll cancel. I would never miss my secretary's birthday. (leaves)
You don't have to be awake to be my man, As long as you have brainwaves I'll be there to hold your hand. Though we just met the other day, There's something I have got to say...
MNCA: OK, I'll see you later babe.
JOEY: Thanks Ross. I really like that bird though...I'll take the dog though.
ROSS: I'll take it. My gift to you man.
Julie: I'd love it too. Shoot, I gotta go. So, I'll talk to you later.
Coma Guy: So. I guess I'll see you around.
Ross: I'll be fine, alright? Really, everyone. I hope she'll be very happy.
Barry: Well, if you want, I'll justI'll just break it off with her.
PHOEBE: And a crusty old man said I'll do what I can and the rest of the rats played moroccas. That's it, thanks, good night.
CHANDLER: NO! No, I'll take that for ya.
JOEY: Likewise. Uh, I'll take that. [grabs moose hat] It's what I came for. So, this is new. Where'd you two meet?
JOEY: All right, you know what we gotta do? We gotta get you outta here. Come on, I'll buy you breakfast, let's go.
WAITER: Well, when you do, just let me know. I'll be right over there on the edge of my seat.
Chandler: I'll tell you what, for the rest of our lives, I'll be careful until told otherwise. <looks at china> hey wait a minute this isn't the china we picked out..
RICHARD: Okay, I'll do it.
ROSS: I'll make some calls. [Runs off.]
RACHEL: I'll say.
RICHARD: Oh, yeah, I don't like you this way. All right, I'll see you guys later.
PHOEBE: Ok, I'll walk you out.
CHANDLER: Alright I'll tell you what, I'll play you for it.
RACHEL: Okay, I'll see you after the thing.
CHAN: I'll take one. Sometimes I like to hold stuff like this and pretend I'm a giant.
Janice: I'll see you later, sweetie. Bye Joey.
Monica: All right, I'll try not to.
Ross: Okay, okay, I'll go first.
Monica: I'll bet he's totally over me, I'll bet he's fine.
ROSS: [beeper goes off] Yeah, yeah, yeah. I got to get to the museum. So um, I'll see you tonight.
Phoebe: Okay, thanks. Yeah, I'll try that.
MONICA: Alright, I tell you what, I'll give this to you now if you can tell me where we keep the dustpan.
Chandler: O-kay. I'll see if I can find Ross. (Goes off to find Ross.)
Phoebe: I don't know. I'll just handle itI'll ask you to talk to him!
Rachel: No, no, no, wait! Okay, okay. Don't! I'll go, I'll go!
Rachel: Uh, I will see you... and I'll raise you. (throws chips in pot) What do you say... want to waste another buck?
Ross: Uh, yeah, yeah I'll, I'm right behind you.
Phoebe: Okay, I'll do it, but just these three, right
CHANDLER: Hey, no, I've never been lower or wetter. I'll be fine. I'll just turn your, uh, bedroom into a game room or somethin', you know, put the foosball table in there.
Ross: This is unbelievable. I - I have never been so insulted in my life. Now, if you'll wrap up my free crab cakes, I'll be on my way.
Monica: See there you go. Woo! We're out of the woods. Okay, I'll get dressed now.
DR. BURKE: Oh, OK, yeah. I'll see ya later.
All: Yeah. Yeah, I'll have a cup of coffee.
Phoebe: That is unfair. I'll call her and tell her it was totally my fault.
Monica: (Into the phone) Hello? Chandler, what's wrong? (She listens) Oh my God, are you alright? (listens some more) Yeah, I'll be right there. (She hangs up and speaks to Amanda) I'm so sorry, but Chandler was in a car accident. (She gets up)
Chandler: No, no, no, guys. She's right. We should get to work. I'll take stuff out of the closet, Joey you pack 'em and Ross you re-pack whatever Joey packs.
PHOEBE: Yeah, it's just so strange. I mean, she probably woke up today and thought, "ok, I'll have some breakfast, and then I'll take a little walk, and then I'll have my massage." Little did she know God was thinking, "Ok, but that's it." Oh, but the weirdest thing was, ok, I was cleansing her aura when she died, and when the spirit left her body, I don't think it went very far.
Phoebe: A-Allright, well... I'll call the cab company.
Phoebe: I'll have to get back to you on that. Okay, bye! (Hangs up.) Oh my God! He wants me to come over and feel his bicep and more!
JOEY: Take it easy. If it means that much to you, I'll uh, I'll go find something else.
Joey: AH HAH! I DID IT! HA HA! Alright... (He takes a box out, about to close fridge, then thinks.) Better take all I can carry. Who knows when i'll be able to get in here again!
Phoebe: Okay, yeah, I'll see you later! Don't forget about the moving in!
PHOEBE: All right. I'll do it, I kissed him before I can do it again.
Joey: Excellent, I'll be there.
Chandler: I'll get you the Cliff Notes.
Rachel: I'm sorry. All right, I'll just stay in here this time. (Puts her head back.) Okay.
Monica: (on phone) I can't wait to be with you! I'll sneak over as soon as Ross picks up Ben. I'll just tell Rachel I'm gonna be doing laundry for a couple of hours.
ROSS: Scotch. Alright, I'll be back in 10 seconds with your scotch on the rocks in a glass.
Ross: Ok, I'll be home right after work. Ok, by Emma-Wemma-Demma, I love you - wovyou dovyou ...
Ross: (on phone) Ok, ok, sweetheart, I'll see you later. Ok, bye. What? (Sits down next to Rachel) Oh, that is so sweet. No, no, ok, you hang up. Ok, ok, one, two, three. (Doesn't hang up and motions for Rachel to be quiet) Well you didn't hang up either.
MONICA: No no, the father can, but um, since I am the roommate I can tell you that she's not here and I'll pass along the message, ok. So bye-bye.
JOEY: Well I uh, got what I came for. [puts on moose hat] I'll uh, I'll see you guys.
Ross: Yeah, which, which we have to leave for in exactly twelve minutes. All right, come on, I'll just pick something out for you.
Phoebe: Yeah, from now on everyone you lurk, I'm gonna lurk first! You move on to someone else, I'm gonna be one step ahead of you, every single time! And then I'll be on your ass every hour of every day 'til Monday, because that's when I go home. When do you leave?
Coma Guy: Alright, I'll call you.
Chandler: I'll try to stop. Wait, did you say until the sixth?
Monica: Oh, oh, okay umm, so I'll see you soon.
RACHEL: Alright, just put your hands out and I'll back up into them.
ROSS: [perky] I'll be right down.
Rachel: Well, I'll probably be back to pick her up around six, but she's in the bedroom all ready to go. But she did actually fall back to sleep, so...
Phoebe: Fine. (She hands her bell to Ginger and starts to take down her signs.) (The same old lady walks by again.) All right, I'll give you one pointer. Look out for that bitch. (The old lady.)
Chandler: Oh, and Ive got Earth Science, but I'll catch you in Gym.
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?
Mrs. Tribbiani: Me? I'm fine. Look, honey, in an ideal world, there'd be no her, and your father would look like Sting. And I'll tell you something else. Ever since that poodle-stuffer came along, he's been so ashamed of himself that he's been more attentive, he's been more loving... I mean, it's like every day's our anniversary.
MR. GREENE: I'll never remember all of that. So uh, what's the deal? Rachel comes home, people pop out and yell stuff, is that it?
JOEY: Hey Phoebs, if you want, I'll do it.
Phoebe: (doing Clunkers) Please don't leave me, I'll be lonely.
Phoebe: Ah-ha! Okay, (takes out a notepad) Las Vegas 1, London 0! I'll be right back. (Gets up and heads aft.)