words in movies
Chandler: (browsing through a diary) Uh, let's see, who do I hate?
Charlie: Let's ditch him!
Charlie: Stop it, stop it! He talks slow but he might pee fast! Ok, let's go!! (they run outside)
Monica: Okay, I've broken them down into categories. Okay, we have uh, we got holidays, birthdays, candids, y'know And then what I've done is I've cross-referenced them by subject. Right? So if you're looking up, oh let's say birthdays and dogs, you get Photo 152. See? (Hands her the photo.)
[Scene: Rachel's new job, she's in her new boss's office (Kim's) and with the other assistant (Nancy). Together they're deciding what clothes to buy or something, who knows, let's all watch/read to find out.]
Joey: Somebody was using his head. Hey, let's check out the rest of the place.
PHOE: Ok, all right, let's hear about the kiss. Was it like, was it like a soft brush against your lips? Or was it like a, you know, a "I gotta have you now" kind of thing?
Frank Sr.: Well no, just-just that one. But, it was stupid. Let's see, how did it, how did it go. Umm. (Singing.)
Chandler: Let's go! (Starts to leave.)
Elizabeth: No, let's just leave the lights on.
Joey: (betting all 100) Let's ride.
Monica: All right, let's go say good-bye.
Monica: Okay, fine. Let's talk about snow. -- Do you think it's snowing in Tulsa, where my husband is having sex on a copying machine?
Chandler: Did I? Let's refresh. I believe what I said was that I could see your scalp.
Phoebe: Let's run towards them!
Phoebe: Okay, let's go running!
JOEY: Well, I can't use these forever. I mean, let's face it, they're no friend to the environment.
CHANDLER: Alright you guys are off to party number one [ushers 3 guys into Monica's apartment] and you, you are off to party number two [ushers four women into his apartment. Two guys try to follow and Chandler blocks them and shoos them off to Monica's apartment] Alright fellas, let's keep it movin', let' keep it movin.
Chandler: All right, let's show them how it's done.
Joanne: Alright. Let's talk reality for a second.
Phoebe: Oh! All right. Now, let's not do this!
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.)
Chandler: Okay! Come on! Let's go! All right!
Monica: Okay! All right! Let's do it!
The Casting Director: Okay. Let's do it again.
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.
Monica: Stop it. Stop! Okay let's go. We can be strong.
Director: All right, let's do it!
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"
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!
Phoebe: Let's see! (Opens her address book.) Oh, you know who's great? Sandy Poophack.
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?
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.
Monica: Let's see, 1939... yeah, 24, 25?
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.
Mr. Geller: C'mon kid, let's go.
Chandler: Okay, y'know your not though. Let's go. (He starts for his bedroom.)
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: 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!!
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...
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.
Ross: Well, let's say, I don't know, you met someone in the pediatrician's office.
Ross: (to the crowd in the laundromat) All right, show's over. Nothing to see here. (to Rachel) Ok, let's do laundry.
Joey: All right let's just do this.
Monica: So, let's do this.
PHOEBE: Oooh.� Let's do.� Let's send them mashed potatoes.
Chandler: Let's go! (Starts to leave.)
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
Mike: I want to live with you too! Let's do that!
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!
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: Yeah, let's go. (stands up and kisses Joey) (to Ross) Thanks Ross.
Ross: Ok. Let's see. Oh, you should take her to the MET!
Ross: Ok! So let's move on to the Renaissance?
Charlie: Oh, yeah! Let's do it!
Ross: Let's celebrate with some maple candy!
Monica: Oh my God, he's gonna do it now. Please, I cannot watch this, let's go.
Monica: (pinching her) Let's get you out of here!! (they go outside)
Phoebe: (Visibly excited) Yeah!! Let's do that!
Joey: Let's forget about Ross...
Phoebe: Ugh, Let's just cut her out!
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.
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.
Chandler: Let's do it, come on!
Monica: I wasn't. Let's get going!
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.
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?
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.
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.]
Mike: But please, let's just forget the whole thing.
Ross: Well, let's just go in there and face them.
Angela: Yeah, well, sorry, Joe. You said let's just be friends, so guess what?
Monica: Ok, let's see... uhm, okay, the turkey is in the oven, the stuffing is ready...
Phoebe: Come on you guys, let's just do our own Thanksgiving.
Joey: Fine! Let's just go. I don't need your stupid dinner.
Erica: Oh yeah, let's do that!
Ross: Yeah! Let's go out.
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!
Phoebe: Well, just... let's try it again.
Joey: All right, I guess I can hold out a little longer. Let's have a game.
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!
Monica: Alright, let's see..
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.
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.
Monica: (pleasantly surprised) Ping pong? (to Chandler) Honey, they have ping pong! Let's play!
JOEY: Ok, let's start with the cons, 'cause they're more fun. All right, Rachel first.
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!
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: (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?