words in movies
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."
Chandler: Well you should meet my uncle, Bada. (Pause) Ill let myself out.
The Cooking Teacher: Okay. Lets move on.
Phoebe: Um-hmm, thats good to know. But lets stop focusing on what you dont do, and start focusing on what you do do.
The Interviewer: So lets talk a little bit about your duties.
The Acting Teacher: All right, lets start with some basics. Can anybody tell me what the difference between upstage and downstage is?
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: 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."
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.
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.)
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.)
Monica: Come on Rach, come on. Lets see whats it like to be on a winning team for a change.
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!
Joey: Would you let it go Ross. It was just a dream. It doesn't mean...
Joey: Hey Gunther, dont let that guy in here anymore! He just said Phoebes a porn star!
Joey: Let me see. (goes over and looks at the form) Oh, right.
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.
Rachel: Okay, let me just get a cup of coffee.
The Director: All right! Lets try this again! You ready Joe?
MR. GELLER: C'mon Rich, it's my birthday, let me live vicariously.
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.)
Chandler: Okay, now lets decide who has the nicest ass.
Monica: Let me ask you a question.
(Rachel, Chandler, Phoebe, and Joey all scooch over to let them sit down.)
ROSS: No, you let me fini...
PHOEBE: (singing angrily) Terry's a jerk, and he won't let me work, and I hate Central Perk!
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!
Phoebe: I-I-Id love to. Let me just tell my friend.
Chandler: Okay! Okay! Let me try it again, youre gonna wanna date this next guy, I swear!
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)
Rachel: All right, lets do it.
Phoebe: Open it up, let me see.
Chandler: I know, lets rest and drink lots of fluids. (Holds up a glass of orange juice.)
Phoebe: Ameri-can. Y'know its a very hard language. Lets do it again.
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: You gotta let me slam the door! (Leaves; slams the door)
Monica: Yknow what, lets do the catering business.
Chandler: Well, I dont really know what that is, but lets!!
Rachel: Let me see that. (Monica shows her) Oh, yeah.
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?
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.
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?
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.
Phoebe: Come on! Let us be guys! Maybe we want to be guys!
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!
Phoebe: How can you let him talk to your crotch like that?
Chandler: Ooh, let me talk to him!
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."
Stage Manager: Look, we held the curtain for you buddy. Come on, lets go! Lets go!
Chandler: Please God don't let it be Kung Pow Chicken.
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.
Joey: Hey! Youre here! Great! Great! Great! Lets get going buddy, weve got a scene to shoot!
Phoebe: No, but lets come back to that later!
Joey: Yeah, I guess. It's just parents, after a certain point, you gotta let go. Even if you know better, you've gotta let them make their own mistakes.
Rachel: All right, come on, lets go get your coat.
Chandler: Janice, I have something I need to tell you, and I want you to let me get through it, because its, its, its not gonna be easy.
Chandler: Well lets see, there was the guy with the ferrets, thats plural. The spitter. Oh-ho, and yes, the guy that enjoyed my name so much he felt the need to make a little noise every time he said it. Nice to meet you, Chandler Bing Bing! Great apartment Chandler Bing, Bing!
Chandler: (interrupting) Let it go!!
Ross: (stopping them) Okay, that-thats enough! Yknow, lets, lets let someone else play.
Chandler: Fine, lets do it.
Phoebe: Well, then you should come tonight. You know, just hang out with them. Let them see what a great guy you still are.
Rachel: Let me finish.
Chandler: Oh, because his penis was too big. (he notices that David is not amused) Oh, I'm sorry, that's the kind of thing I do. (pause) They broke up because Mike didn't want to get married. Hey, what if you just let Phoebe know you'd be open to marriage?
Bob: Toby! Im not gonna let you cover for him. Anything you say right now will just get me more upset with Chandler!
Phoebe: No-no, let me in!
Phoebe: No, you have to let me in right now!!
Joey: Excellent! Lets play Bamboozled! Chandler, youll go first. What is the capital of Columbia?
Chandler: Sure, and Joey; do not let Ross look at any of the maps or the globe in your apartment.
Ross: All right, lets not jump to any conclusions. All right? There was some sexual chemistry between them.
Rachel: Let us keep the apartment and
JOEY: Let me get that. (to Chandler) You got five bucks?
Dr. Franzblau: I try not to let my work affect my personal life, but it's hard, when you... do what I do. It's like uh...Well, for instance, what do you do?
Monica: Come on guys! Lets go! Come on, its second down.
Joey: Ross, how could you let this happen?
Monica: Here, let me show you. Okay, the towels are hanging next to the sink, and umm, you can use the fancy soap.
Ross: All right, lets go! Bye, Pheebs!
Rachel: Hi! All right, lets go shoppin!!
WAITER: Well, when you do, just let me know. I'll be right over there on the edge of my seat.
Joey: Just now, after acting class. At first I thought she was doing some kind of scene, thats why I let people watch.
Rachel: Okay... Let me put it this way. Anything from Crabtree and Evelyn?
Phoebe: Hey, that’s not fair! A person’s wedding is important! And especially to me! Ok? I didn’t have a graduation party! And I didn’t go to Prom. And I spent my sweet sixteen being chased round a tire yard by an escaped mental patient who is his own words wanted to “kill me” or whatever. So I deserve a real celebration and I am not gonna let some sweaty little man make me feel badly about it.( She storms out)
Rachel: No, God! Please, let me! (Runs out.)