words in movies
Joey: No! Everything's gettin' all messed up, y'know? Emily won't let Ross see Rachel, we're not gonna stop seeing Rachel, hence Ross stops seeing us!
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.
Monica: Well you let me know if you can, because yknow I can bake a pie to cover it.
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?
RICHARD: Jack, would you let it go?
Joey: Let it go, Ross.
RACHEL: Phoebe we just saw mine, let me see yours.
MONICA: Oh. Well did you get it? Let me see.
Phoebe: OkayOop! Too late! Im leaving! Come on Chandler lets go! (She storms out.)
Carol: Let it go, Ross.
Monica: I swear I didnt know she was a hooker! I mean whDid you let her smoke in here?
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: Yeah. Just let me grab my jacket and tell you I had sex today.
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: (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?
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.
Joey: Oh dear God, let me think. (Starts to sarcastically think about it.)
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: 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.
MR. GELLER: What? I'm kidding. You know I'd never let him touch the Porsche.
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?
Rachel: All right. Lets say I had slept with Mark. Would you have been able to forgive me?
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.
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."
RACHEL: I am. Let me just get my coat.
Chandler: Lets. (Everyone gets up and leaves Rachel.)
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?
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.
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.
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.
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.
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."
Rachel: Oh, really, let me see, let me see.
Joey: (Enters) Hey you guys Im gonna take off. I just wanted to let you guys know, say goodbye.
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!
Chandler: Eh, y'know what, shes to political, she probably wouldnt let you do it, unless you donated four cans of food first.
ROSS: Any time. [He doesn't want to let her go]
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.
ROSS: Let me hold him for a sec. There. (Ben stops crying) Huh? There we are.
Monica: Rach, are you really gonna let him do this?
RACH: Ross, Chandler wrote something about me on his computer and he won't let me see.
Rachel: Im sorry, let her?
Chandler: Lets go.
RACHEL: Yeah you like totally let him wash his feet in the pool of your inner power.
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.
Monica: Okay. Lets bring it in.
Monica: Lets get the show on it!
Rachel: Lets do it! Ross?
Monica: (seeing her) Okay, lets go!! Lets hit the road!!
Ross: Let me see this... (he takes the trophy from Rachel's hands) Grand Supreme Little Darling, New York Division.
Ross: Right. Okay, lets play. Lets go.
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.
Rachel: Are you gonna let me play?
Ross: Okay, y'know what, lets just cut to the chase here. Okay? Heidi, which of my boys do you like?
Ross: Let go! Let go!
Phoebe: Come on Mon, let her throw the ball.
Rachel: Umm let me think...What do I want, what d-o I w-a-n-t...
Gunther: Let it be me! Let it be me!
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!
Emily: All right, all right, if you insist on doing this, at least let me help you.
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?
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.
Monica: Let go!
Ross: No! You let go!
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: Oh, hey, hey Nick the boxer lets see what you got. All right ya, put em up. Come on. (they start shadow boxing)
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]
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.
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: 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."
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!
Ross: Enough with geography for the insane, okay? Lets play some ball, guys.
Male Jeweler: Okay, I can let it go at eight.
Joey: All right, lets get me back up there! (Holds out his picture.)
Frank: Yeah, so we just thought wed stop by and let you know theres still no pressure.
Joey: You know, on the one hand you're happy for them, but on the other hand it's hard to let go.
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."