words in movies
Phoebe: Oh no, let her stay out there. Its sweet.
Monica: Okay everybody, lets go! Lets go!
Monica: (lustily) Lets do it! (She kisses him and they fall back onto the bed.)
Phoebe: If you wouldve let me finish, it goes on to say that hes probably not gay.
Monica: Phoebe! Come on! Lets go! (Knocks on her door.) Come on! (Phoebe enters with guitar and not ready to go.) Why arent you dressed yet?!
Monica: (grabs the guitar away from her) No, Phoebe, Ill tell you what, if you get ready now Ill let you play it at the wedding.
Ross: Look lets not make a big deal out of this! It was a one time thing. It doesnt even matter!
Joey: Yeah! Well, I think well see if they actually let you play. Huh? I mean they tell you anything you want to hear like-like, "You look 19," and then they just take it away like-like, "No you dont."
Ross: Hey, I just realized we kinda let some stuff up in the air
Rachel: Yknow what, I-I have to go talk to her, would you let me just get changed?
Rachel: Am I going to let you watch me undress?
Monica: Well, lets just say its not the first time youve stolen my thunder.
Rachel: Oh wow. Thatyknow what? That is so unfair. Yknow what? Now I want to steal your thunder! Come on Ross, lets go have sex!
Rachel: Lets do it! Ross?
Ross: Let me see this... (he takes the trophy from Rachel's hands) Grand Supreme Little Darling, New York Division.
Monica: Okay. Lets bring it in.
Chandler: All right, I have to get that, but no-no. (answering phone) Hello? (listens) (happily) Hi! Yeah listen, I'm, I'm in need of a stripper and I was told that you do that. (listens) Let me ask you this, what, what do you do for the extra hundred? (listens) So would I, would I have to provide the grapes?
Ross: Come on, lets go!
Joey: Oh, yeah, that. All right, means that much to ya, Ill let you have her.
Ross: Right. Okay, lets play. Lets go.
Rachel: Are you gonna let me play?
Phoebe: Come on Mon, let her throw the ball.
Ross: Okay, y'know what, lets just cut to the chase here. Okay? Heidi, which of my boys do you like?
Rachel: Umm let me think...What do I want, what d-o I w-a-n-t...
Ross: Let go! Let go!
Monica: Let go!
Ross: No! You let go!
Monica: Let go!
RACHEL: Would you let me talk. [flicks Monica on the forehead]
Joey: Come on Treeger, dont say that. You just ahh, you just need more practice. Here, come on, lets ahh, lets try it again. Come on. (they start dancing again) Plus, it was, it was probably mostly my fault, anyway. I mean, yknow, Im not really that comfortable dancing with a(Treeger throws him) We-he!! Hey!
JOEY: Ahh, alright, alright, alright, I was young and I just wanted a job, OK. But at the last minute I couldn't go through with it so they let me be the guy who comes in to fix the copier but can't 'cause there's people havin' sex on it.
Phoebe: I'm not. I'm praying. (looking up) Please let the Knicks win... Thank you Thor! (Mike is standing up) Where... where are you going?
Emily: All right, all right, if you insist on doing this, at least let me help you.
Joey: No, no, no more! I cannot lose another dime! Im serious this time! In-in fact, look, theres aI wanna give you something. And let me give it too you know before I pawn it for Cups money. (He rolls the big white dog over) Now, I want you to have the big white dog as a kinda of a, yknow, thank you for being such a great roommate.
Phoebe: (turning around and picking a cup off of a table) Oh, hey, look, I found coffee! (handing her the cup) Okay, lets skedaddle.
Rachel: Awe! (Emma laughs) Oh my God! Looks, she’s a little dare-devil! Oh, let me push, can I push?
Phoebe: Oh, hey, hey Nick the boxer lets see what you got. All right ya, put em up. Come on. (they start shadow boxing)
Monica: Oh! (Gets up) Lets see, well if this is the wedding hall then umm (Walks away) youre parents will be at home in Queens.
JOEY: I don't know, you see somethin', you hear a word, I thought that's what it was. Let me see it again.
Gunther: Let it be me! Let it be me!
Joey: Ah, let me see! (she hands him a pile of tissues) Damn, that's a lot of guys! Are you a little slutty?
Phoebe: Im going to let him.
Ross: Enough with geography for the insane, okay? Lets play some ball, guys.
Male Jeweler: Okay, I can let it go at eight.
Joey: A handsome man enters. (Playing the part of the handsome man.) Hey! How's it going guys? I don't know what you two were talking about, but I'd like to say thanks to both of you. You, (Ross) you wouldn't let me give up on myself, and you (Chandler) well you co-created Fireball. The end.
Joey: All right, lets get me back up there! (Holds out his picture.)
Monica: Okay, lets start with the free messages outside the UN.
Chandler: All right. Yes. Okay. I get your point. But if its not your bra will you just let the woman clean the apartment?!
Ross: Well then a small one!! Listen, lets, we kinda have to get going!
Chandler: Ladies, ladies, lets just compromise okay? Phoebe, Rachel take off Monicas bra.
Chandler: At least let me smoke it to the good part.
Rachel: All right, lets go!
JOEY: No no, uh, don't thank me for comin' in. Uh, at least let me finish. Uh, we could take the expressway but uh, this time of day you're better off taking the budge. You were goin' for the word bridge there weren't ya. I'll have a good day. [gets up and leaves]
Frank: Yeah, so we just thought wed stop by and let you know theres still no pressure.
Rachel: God, Im not lame, okay. I can do something. I can throw, would you let me throw, come on this is my game too.
Phoebe: All right, all right, well just do our best. Okay? So lets say Im the interviewer and Im meeting you for the first time. Okay. "Hi! Come on in, Im uh, Regina Philange."
Joey: You know, on the one hand you're happy for them, but on the other hand it's hard to let go.
Kate: Nooo. And theres really no reason he should find out, so ah lets not make a big deal about it, okay?
Ross: Okay. All right. So lets see, lets play from the trash can, to the lightpost. Right. Two hand touch, well kick off.
Chandler: Okay, lets play my game now.
Monica: (Angrily.) You can let some of them go by!(Judy and Andrea go to the front of the chapel. Joey approaches Monica.)
Joey: When that guy was robbing us, and I was locked in the entertainment unit for like six hours, you know what I was doing in there all that time? I was thinking about how I let you down!
Monica: Come on Rach, come on. Lets see whats it like to be on a winning team for a change.
MONICA: Finger cramp. Oh God, sorry. Here, let me get that mom.
RACH: And I'm in it? Then let me read it.
(Rachel is slowing trying to leave and let them talk.)
Joey: Let me see. (goes over and looks at the form) Oh, right.
Joey: Hey Gunther, dont let that guy in here anymore! He just said Phoebes a porn star!
Joey: Would you let it go Ross. It was just a dream. It doesn't mean...
Phoebe: Ameri-can. Y'know its a very hard language. Lets do it again.
Monica: I mean, why should I let them meet him? I mean, I bring a guy home, and within five minutes they're all over him. I mean, they're like- coyotes, picking off the weak members of the herd.
Ross: All right! You go get him! Lets go!
CHANDLER: Yeah, he let us drive his Jaguar. Joey for 12 blocks, me for 15.
The Director: All right! Lets try this again! You ready Joe?
Rachel: Okay, let me just get a cup of coffee.
Joey: Hey! I'm in, they're gonna let me audition!
Rachel: (taking the brush back) Okay. Lets use this brush. (Hands him another one.)
Phoebe: (sees Rachel's face) What? Did you go to a costume party? Let me guess umm Pancho Vila? (Points at Rachel) and you're Bob Saget. (An old lady has sat down at the slot machine Phoebe was just at.)
Monica: Let me ask you a question.
MR. GELLER: C'mon Rich, it's my birthday, let me live vicariously.
PHOEBE: (singing angrily) Terry's a jerk, and he won't let me work, and I hate Central Perk!
ROSS: No, you let me fini...
(Rachel, Chandler, Phoebe, and Joey all scooch over to let them sit down.)
Rachel: You guys, come on, it doesn't matter why we're late. We're all here now, please let us in so we can have some of your delicious turkey. (A slice of turkey on a piece of aluminum foil is slid under door)
Chandler: Okay! Okay! Let me try it again, youre gonna wanna date this next guy, I swear!
Rachel: All right, lets do it.
Phoebe: I-I-Id love to. Let me just tell my friend.
Chandler: I know, lets rest and drink lots of fluids. (Holds up a glass of orange juice.)
Monica: Yknow what, lets do the catering business.
Pete: Well let me ask you a question. Am I the Ultimate Fighting Champion?
Phoebe: Okay. Good, all right, lets get back in the car, cause its freezing, and my chest is unsupported.
Chandler: Okay, now lets decide who has the nicest ass.
Joey: Thank you! Alright, let me see how I'm gonna start... "Dear baby adoption decider people..."
Rachel: Okay, so lets play for some pepper! Stop spending my money!
Chandler: You gotta let me slam the door! (Leaves; slams the door)
Phoebe: Open it up, let me see.
Phoebe: (on phone from Central Perk) Hey Joey, I just wanted to let you know that I found a selfless good deed. I just went down to the park and I let a bee sting me.
Joey: Yeah! All right? Lets go!
Chandler: Well, I dont really know what that is, but lets!!
Richard: Its so great seeing you guys again. Id like to make a toast. (Everyone raises their glasses) Uh, as a poet once said, "In the sweetness of friendship, let there be laughter and sharing of pleasures for in the due of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed."
Phoebe: Well not clients, lovers. But lets just yknow, try it again. Come back and-and well work through it.
CHANDLER: Stop talking, stop talking now. Let me just get this straight. You're actually stealing my hat?
Ross: No, no, thats funny. But maybe its time to move on, let it go, yknow? Stop it! Besides, Rachel is going out with Elizabeths father, so ah, hes much older than she is. Looks like Im not the only one interested in fossils, huh?
Rachel: Let me see that. (Monica shows her) Oh, yeah.
Ross: Huh? Oh-oh, it was fine. Uh, it was just a misunderstanding. She didnt want me to go with her. She just wanted to let me know that shes going to Florida for spring vacation.
Frank: We were having lunch. Yeah and then all of the sudden we were like, "Hey! Y'know, were here, having lunch lets get married!
Stage Manager: Look, we held the curtain for you buddy. Come on, lets go! Lets go!
Phoebe: Come on! Let us be guys! Maybe we want to be guys!
Phoebe: How can you let him talk to your crotch like that?
Chandler: Ooh, let me talk to him!
Rachel: No, there is no Rachel Greep, but then this other girl overheard us and she was all, "Im Rachel Greep! Im Rachel Greep!" and he let her right in.
Phoebe: No, but lets come back to that later!
Chandler: Please God don't let it be Kung Pow Chicken.