words in movies
Ross: I don't know. It was incredible. I mean, it just felt so right. When I was holding her, I mean, I never wanted to let her go. You know what? Yeah, I do. I wanna be together.
Phoebe: I'm telling you! Oh, okay! This is the part of the musical where there'd be a really good convincing song. (Singing) "Bam-bam, don't take no for an answer. Bam-bam, don't let love fly away. Bam-bam-bam-bam..."
Phoebe: So, you just let her go?
Air stewardess: (on the answering machine) Miss, I can't let you off the plane.
Ross: Let her off the plane!
Rachel: (on the answering machine) Oh, come on, miss, isn't there any way that you can just let me off...
Ross: (in his head) Shes your cousin. Shes your cousin! If she knew what was going on in your head shed think you were sick! (She grabs some popcorn.) Or would she? Lets back up a second. She was the one who suggested opening a bottle of wine. She was the one who turned down the lights. She was the one that wanted to rent Logans Run, the sexiest movie ever. (She grabs the blanket from behind him and looks at him.) Oh, I know that look. Forget it. I want it. She wants it. Im going in.
Rachel: Yknow what, I-I have to go talk to her, would you let me just get changed?
Rachel: Okay, Pheebs, yknow what, lets look at this objectively all right? Ninth grade, right? The obsession starts. All right? The summer after ninth grade he sees me in a two-piece for the first time, his obsession begins to grow. So then
Rachel: (pauses as she thinks and exhales loudly) We We are not going to let it be a problem.
ALL: C'mon. Let her. Yeah.
RACH: Well what is it? Let me see.
RACH: Let me get my coat.
Monica: I know. How could we have let this happen?
Rachel: Okay sir, um-mm, let see if I got this right. Ah, so this is a half-caf, double tall, easy hazel nut, non-fat, no foam, with whip, extra hot latte, right? (the guy nods) Okay, great. (she starts to walk away and under her breath) You freak.
Fireman No. 3: I'll even let you ring the bell.
Rachel: Joey, you cant let him get away with that. Ya know what, Im not going to let him get away with that. Im going to say something to himNo, I really shouldnt say anythingNo, I should say something to him. (Goes to the counter) Gunther, I want you to give Joey his job back. That is really not fair that you have to fire him
Man: For God's sake, will you let it go? There's no Rachel!
Joey: Come on man, just-just let the girls stay, Ill do whatever you want.
Joey: (screaming) Why God?!! Why?!! We had a deal!! Let the others grow old! Not me!! (He buries his head in Phoebes lap for comfort.)
MONICA: Here, let me try.
Susan: Well, you know, you have to take a course. Otherwise, they don't let you do it.
Rachel: Well, my boss was at the same restaurant where I was having my interview and he heard everything. So later he calls me to his office and he tells me that he's gonna have to let me go, because I'm not a team player. And I said "Wait a minute! Yes I am." and I had to sit there for 45 minutes while he proved that that in fact... was true.
Gavin: Well, let me explain how birthday parties usually work. There are presents, and a cake, perhaps a fourth or fifth person. Ok, I ... got you the present to make up for being such a jerk to you earlier.
Monica: Oh, would you let it go already?! Youre fine!
RUSS: No, let me finish.
ROSS: No, no, let me finish.
Monica: No-no, wait! Just let me finish, okay? This isnt something that we just, we just impulsively decided in-in Vegas, this is something we both really want. And it is going to happen.
SUSAN: Come on. I'll let you lead.
Rachel: Umm, well lets see Monica and Chandler are occupied.
Ticket Agent: Oh, let me see what I can do. (Checks the computer) There are some first class seats available.
Chandler: Lets not do that any more.
Rachel: But you did! I mean, lets be honest.
JOEY: Well, let me see.
RICHARD: Jack, would you let it go?
Ross: Yeeeeeep Yep-yep-yep-yep-yep. I remember when she took out on her dads boat she wouldnt let me help at all.
Joey and Ross: Oh, yeah. Yeah. Let her dangle.
Rachel: Come on Ross! You said you wanted to talk about it, lets talk about it!! How was she?
Monica: Well you let me know if you can, because yknow I can bake a pie to cover it.
Monica: I swear I didnt know she was a hooker! I mean whDid you let her smoke in here?
Joey: Let it go, Ross.
MONICA: Oh. Well did you get it? Let me see.
RACHEL: Phoebe we just saw mine, let me see yours.
Phoebe: OkayOop! Too late! Im leaving! Come on Chandler lets go! (She storms out.)
CHANDLER: Yeah. Just let me grab my jacket and tell you I had sex today.
Carol: Let it go, Ross.
Mike: You know, I really don't feel very comfortable making this decision. You know, Phoebe knows you better, I'm gonna let her choose. (he leaves)
CHANDLER: See, that's why we don't let her play.
Monica: Chandler! (Joey and his grandmother shush them and wave them away, which they do.) Okay, let me get this straight, it's okay for you to flirt, but not for me.
Chandler: David, let me stop you there 'cause I think I see where this is going. I'm not very good at giving advice. So if you want advice, go to Ross, Monica, or... Joey, if the thing you wanna advice about is pizza toppings or burning sensation when you pee.
Chandler: (laughs) Well, don�t believe everything you hear, Ken. (both turning away to files) But yeah, that�s true. Alright, let�s get started, by take a look at last quarter�s figures. (The female next to Chandler starts smoking, towards her:) Ah, Claudia, aren�t you supposed to blow smoke up the bosses� ass?
MR. GELLER: What? I'm kidding. You know I'd never let him touch the Porsche.
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.
Joey: Oh dear God, let me think. (Starts to sarcastically think about it.)
Ross: Have you seen this? It's a new alumni website for college! It's cool! You can post messages for people, let everyone know what you're up to.
Chandler: No, it's a book that's just a book, okay? It's an early edition of the Velveteen Rabbit. It was her favorite book as a kid. So, uh, just... let me know if she likes it, okay?
Rachel: All right let me see. (grabs the card) Uma Thurman, Winona Ryder, Elizabeth Hurely, Michelle Pfieffer, and Dorothy Hammel?
Ross: Well let therewhat if a man comes along and puts a gun to your head and says, "You ride this bike or Ill sh Ill shoot you."
Joey: Ok whoah-hey... Let me just stop you right there, ok? First, you lied, right? Then, you lied about lying, ok? Then you lied about lying about lying, ok? So before you lie about lying about lying about lying about... lying... (loses count and begins to count the number of 'lyings' in the air but gives up.) (yelling) Stop lying!
RACHEL: Ok, let me take these cakes back 'cause they're gonna take that out of my paycheck.
Rachel: Oh, really, let me see, let me see.
Rachel: All right. Lets say I had slept with Mark. Would you have been able to forgive me?
Monica: (on machine) "Hi, it's Monica. I'm just checking in 'cause I got this message from you and I didn't know if it was old or new or what. So, I'm just checkin'. So let me know, or don't, whatever. I'm breezy."
Chandler: Lets. (Everyone gets up and leaves Rachel.)
Joey: (Enters) Hey you guys Im gonna take off. I just wanted to let you guys know, say goodbye.
Rachel: Okay. Ah, well well just see about that, okay. I will read The Shining, (she tries to take the book away from him but he doesnt want to let it go) and you will read Little Women.
Chandler: Oh no-no-no, I will do it. Honey, you have to learn to sit down and relax and let your husband take care of things once and awhile. (Tries the door.) Its locked, you have to help me. Why is it locked?
Chandler: Eh, y'know what, shes to political, she probably wouldnt let you do it, unless you donated four cans of food first.
Monica: Thats a good question. Look umm, last night we let the dice decide. Maybe we should leave it up to fate again. I love you!
ROSS: Any time. [He doesn't want to let her go]
RACHEL: I am. Let me just get my coat.
Ross: Hello. (He throws his jacket towards the coat rack and misses.) Im sorry Im a little late. Ah(Checks his watch)Whoa! A lot late. Let me start by uh, by introducing myself, I am Professor Geller. (The bell rings.) So to sum up, Im Professor Geller. Good job today.
Rachel: All right, look. Why don't you just return the book, let Joey give her the clock pen, and you give her something worse than that. Like... a regular pen.
Monica: Let me think. Oh, when I was younger I used to dream that I got married to Mayor McCheese, and on our wedding night I ate his head.
RACH: Ross, Chandler wrote something about me on his computer and he won't let me see.
ROSS: Let me hold him for a sec. There. (Ben stops crying) Huh? There we are.
Monica: Lets get the show on it!
Monica: (seeing her) Okay, lets go!! Lets hit the road!!
Monica: Rach, are you really gonna let him do this?
Joey: Ooooooooooh, I slept with you! And you obviously remember me Hey! I still got it. (Turns back to Hayley) so were good. (She just glares at him) I'll let myself out.
Chandler: Lets go.
RACHEL: Yeah you like totally let him wash his feet in the pool of your inner power.
Rachel: Im sorry, let her?
CHANDLER: Uh, two larges, extra cheese on both. But listen, don't ring the buzzer for 19, ring 20, Geller-Green, they'll let you in, OK. If you buzz our door, there's no tip for you. OK, thanks. Pizza's on the way. I told you we wouldn't have to get up.
Ross: Let me see this... (he takes the trophy from Rachel's hands) Grand Supreme Little Darling, New York Division.
Rachel: Lets do it! Ross?
Ross: Let go! Let go!
Monica: Okay. Lets bring it in.
Joey: Oh, yeah, that. All right, means that much to ya, Ill let you have her.
Rachel: Are you gonna let me play?
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!
Ross: Right. Okay, lets play. Lets go.
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...
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!
Rachel: Awe! (Emma laughs) Oh my God! Looks, she’s a little dare-devil! Oh, let me push, can I push?
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?
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.