words in movies
Joey: All right. Let's get the contestants out of their isolation booths. (He removes the waste bucket that's over the duck and the laundry basket that's over the chicken.) And they're off! (He puts his foot in front of the chick, stopping it from moving.)
JOEY: Well, I can't use these forever. I mean, let's face it, they're no friend to the environment.
Phoebe: Oh! All right. Now, let's not do this!
Joanne: Alright. Let's talk reality for a second.
Monica: This is so typical. Y'know, we give, and we give, and we give. And then- we just get nothing back! And then one day, y'know, it's just, you wake up, and "See you around!" Let's go, Phoebe.
Monica: No. If you thought this mess is going to bother me, you are wrong! All right, let's go Blinky! (She ushers Rachel out the door, but before the door fully closes she sticks her head back in.) Chandler!!!! (Chandler agrees to clean up the mess.)
Monica: Okay! All right! Let's do it!
Chandler: Okay! Come on! Let's go! All right!
The Casting Director: Okay. Let's do it again.
Phoebe: Let's see! (Opens her address book.) Oh, you know who's great? Sandy Poophack.
Monica: Stop it. Stop! Okay let's go. We can be strong.
Rachel: Hey! Y'know what? Let's talk about relationships!
Rachel: Oh, I know, I know, the odds are against us, but somebody has to win, and it could be us! And then how you gonna feel? You know, we're gonna be all like "oh everybody, let's take our helicopters up to the cape" and you're gonna be all like "oh, I can't guys, I'll meet you guys up there, I gotta gas up the Hyundai"
Director: All right, let's do it!
Chandler: Hey! I will have you know that... aah, who am I kidding. Let's call the kid Geller and let Bing die with me.
Joey: Hey-hey! Stanley! Hey-hey! You're leading man is here! Let's get to work.
Dr. Rhodes: Take your shirt off, and let's see what we're dealing with here. (Ross starts to take off his pants) What are you doing?
LITTLE BULLY: Look, here's what we'll do. We'll put all keys and watches in the hat over there. Alright. [they all put their keys and watches in the hat and put it on a mail box] Alright, c'mon man, let's do this.
Ross: Come on. These people'll scooch down. You guys'll scooch, won't you? Let's try scooching! Come on. Come on. Uh, Kristen Riggs, this is Carol Willick. Carol, Kristin. Uh, Carol teaches sixth grade. And, Kristin, Kristin...(struggling)...does something that, funnily enough, wasn't even her major!
Monica: Let's see, 1939... yeah, 24, 25?
Chandler: Okay, y'know your not though. Let's go. (He starts for his bedroom.)
Joey: Let's just say there's a well-dressed pack of dogs in Ohio. Hey Monica listen is-is Phoebe there? I gotta ask her something about the car.
Mr. Geller: C'mon kid, let's go.
Ross: Umm, he said he thought I was funny. So (Rachel stares at him.) Okay, look-look umm, let's just go downstairs, we'll have some fun, and you will forget all about it.
JOEY: I just... I just don't think that I want it that way though, y'know? I mean, let's say I do make it, alright? I'm always gonna look back and wonder if it was because of my talent or because of.. y'know, the Little General.
Monica: Ok, let's see... Oh, the cranberry sauce, it is easy to make and no-one really cares about it.
Bitsy: Oh, please darling, let's be honest. You can have all the... sailor fun you want with that one, but... let's be real...
PHOEBE: Oooh.� Let's do.� Let's send them mashed potatoes.
Ross: Well, let's say, I don't know, you met someone in the pediatrician's office.
Ross: HEY, SHE'S FAST!! OKAY?!! (Chandler is so shocked at Ross's outburst that he drops his spoon and backs up) Oh! You-you think you can be beat me? Let's go! Outside!!
Chandler: Let's go! (Starts to leave.)
Joey: All right let's just do this.
Mike: I want to live with you too! Let's do that!
Monica: So, let's do this.
Ross: (to the crowd in the laundromat) All right, show's over. Nothing to see here. (to Rachel) Ok, let's do laundry.
Ross: (he comes back) Alright, let's go!
Phoebe: Yes. Definitely! Yes! Let's live in an apartment that we both live in! (Hugs him.)
Monica: Oh yeah? Ok, let's settle this, come on!
Joey: Yeah, I-I-I'm down with that. (He turns back to the woman.) Okay, here goes. (Thinks.) How (Holds up his hand like an Indian) you (Points at her) a-doin'? (Does a little twisting motion with both hands and ends up pointing at her, he then winks. She smiles and waves again.) (To Monica) It worked! She's waving me over. (Towards the woman.) Okay, I-I-I'll be right over. Let's see, she's on the third floor
Monica: Yeah, yeah, it's interesting.. but y'know what? Just for fun, let's see what it looked like in the old spot. (She moves it.) Alright, just to compare. Let's see. Well, it looks good there too. Let's just leave it there for a while.
Charlie: Let's ditch him!
Charlie: Oh, yeah! Let's do it!
Ross: Ok. Let's see. Oh, you should take her to the MET!
Ross: Ok! So let's move on to the Renaissance?
Charlie: Yeah, let's go. (stands up and kisses Joey) (to Ross) Thanks Ross.
Chandler: Again, let's journey back... As I recall what Rachel said, was she had never notice the shape of your skull before. And Joey... Well, Joey didn't realise that there was anything different.
Monica: Oh my God, he's gonna do it now. Please, I cannot watch this, let's go.
Phoebe: Ugh, Let's just cut her out!
Ross: Let's celebrate with some maple candy!
Monica: (pinching her) Let's get you out of here!! (they go outside)
Joey: Let's forget about Ross...
Rachel: Well, come on, Steve; let's not rule out nervous laughter. Hey, now wait a minute. Phoebe told me that - that you owned your own restaurant. That's impressive.
Monica: I wasn't. Let's get going!
Phoebe: (Visibly excited) Yeah!! Let's do that!
Rachel: Oh, I would love some. But y'know what? Y'know what? Let's not drink it here. I'm feeling kinda crazy. You wanna go to Newark?
Chandler: Let's do it, come on!
Ross: Well, let's just go in there and face them.
Ross: That is a great idea! And! I know Ugly Naked Guy because we've been watching him for like five years so that gives me back my edge! Oh, let's see now he had the trampoline.
Monica: Hey, we're probably fertile, let's go home!
Monica: No! no! Let's figure out a fair way to decide who's staying.
Mike: But please, let's just forget the whole thing.
Angela: Yeah, well, sorry, Joe. You said let's just be friends, so guess what?
Phoebe: Come on you guys, let's just do our own Thanksgiving.
PHOEBE: Yeah, come on. You know you want it, you know you want it too, come on. Let's just be bad, it'll feel so good. [She starts scratching him.]
Monica: Ok, let's see... uhm, okay, the turkey is in the oven, the stuffing is ready...
Joey: Fine! Let's just go. I don't need your stupid dinner.
Ross: Yeah! Let's go out.
Erica: Oh yeah, let's do that!
Janice: Well, let's go to a bad one and make out. (they start to kiss and lean back into Monica.)
Rachel: No, that's ok, let's me just get my check book!
Joey: All right, I guess I can hold out a little longer. Let's have a game.
Phoebe: Well, just... let's try it again.
Monica: (walking around with her headset still on) OK LET'S GET THESE CHAIRS OUT HERE! Gunther, hit the Christmas lights. (He does so and the lights above the chairs light up. Monica looks satisfied) Okay, who left the ice sculpture (picks up a piece of ice from the ground) ON THE STEAM GRATE? (nobody answers)
Chandler: Alright look, let's think about this, ok, do you really think that people are gonna stir up your family at this tragic time? That people are gonna post condolences on a website? This is not about people not caring that you're dead .This is about people not having a decent outlet for their grief.
Joey: All right, all right, all right, let's play one more time, ok? And remember, if I win you do not move to Paris.
Ross: Alright, alright, let's do this!
Ross: We make a great foursome. We should do more stuff together. Ooh! Let's take a trip. Okay, where do you think we - we can go?
Monica: Oh... Yes, I'm sure. Oh honey, let's go. Okay bye everyone.
Monica: Alright, let's see..
Rachel: Well, let's see. There was a really big guy that I was talking to, with the really nice breasts...
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.
Joey: Woah, uh! Okay, let's hear your great idea.
JOEY: Ok, let's start with the cons, 'cause they're more fun. All right, Rachel first.
WEDDING PLANNER: All rightie, everybody look at me. Good. All right, its time. Bridesmaids and ushers let's see two lines, thank you.
Monica: (to Alan) Thanks. I'll call you tomorrow. (Alan exits, to all) Okay. Okay, let's let the Alan-bashing begin. Who's gonna take the first shot, hmm?
RACHEL: Uhh, let's just stay clear of 'I'm the guy that's doing you daughter' and you should be ok.
Phoebe: Okay. (Starts running crazily with her arms flapping and her legs far apart) Come on! That's not running! Let's go! (Rachel pauses, then follows, embarrassed.)
Monica: (pleasantly surprised) Ping pong? (to Chandler) Honey, they have ping pong! Let's play!
Monica: Oh my god, where's my purse? No, you know what? I can replace everything in there. Get that binder, and let's go!
Phoebe: Oh, ok, you want me to marry Mike? Alright, well, let's just gag him and handcuff him and force him down the aisle. I can just see it: "Mike, do you take Phoebe..." (gestures with her hand as if someone is covering her mouth and tries to shout "No! No!") You know, it's every girl's dream!
Teacher: (To the class) People! Last time there were some empty yoghurt containers lying around after class. Let's not have that happen again!
Rachel: I didnt! Even when I found out umm, all right, well let's just say I found something out something about someone and let's just say she's gonna keep it. (Goes into her room.)
Monica: All right... you're right. We're sorry. Now let's wake up Emma and get the fun time started!
Phoebe: Well, not for a little while. Let's just give him a few days to get used to everything else.
PHOEBE: Let's just play, ok. Good, ok. [She picks up the dice.] Here we go, double sixes, here we go... [She starts to rub the dice all over herself.] Here we go, come to mama, just getting ready to roll the dice...
Ross: Hey you know what? You know what? To avoid this little thing in the future, let's just say, you and me, never having sex again.
Phoebe: Okay, let's get some perspective people; it's not like I'm wearing a seeing-eye dog coat!
Joey (checks the refrigerator): Okay, let's see, we got strained peas, strained carrots... Ooh! Strained plums. We haven't tried that yet.
Rachel: You like that? (She climbs on the barcalounger seductively, putting her knees next to Joey's hips.) Let's take this into high gear (She pulls the barcalounger lever and seat reclines. She puts one of her knees between his legs and begins to kiss his neck.)
CHANDLER: Well, uh, let's try one more. . . there you go, say Ernie's, 8 o'clock.
Ross: No. (to Rachel) So, um, let's see your pretty close, huh. Make-up's on, hair's done.