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Jill: Oh please, I memorized those numbers when I was 15. But look at all the cool make-it-on-my-own stuff I got! (Holds up a red sweater) This is my "Please, hire me" sweater. (Holds up a pair of black pants) And these are my, "Dont you want to rent me this apartment?" pants.
Chandler: Would you please get some rest!
Monica: Okay, fine I admit it! I feel terrible! Would you please rub this on my chest? (She hands him some of that Vicks Vap-O-Rub to put on.)
Robin: (starting to cry) Ooh, (to Rachel) Can I have a napkin, please? Could you please hand me a napkin? (Rachel tries to grab one, but is to slow for his tastes.) Would you--Give me this thing (grabs the napkin holder from her.) all right!! Enough! (to Billy) And you are no longer my friend! We are finished! (gets up to leave) Nada!! No more! You are a bastard for doing this!! (Billy follows him) Get away from me!!
Chandler: Im gonna say this for the last time. Would you please just (He moves his arm which opens the drawer and hits in the back of the head, which proves his point.)
Ross: Please, please I want to apologize for the way I acted earlier today.
Chandler: Oh please, could she be more out of my league? Ross, back me up here.
Rachel: Oh no Dr. Long, please come in. This is Ross, he is the father.
Joey: May I have a word with you, please?
Monica: Okay! Very funny! Somebody let me out please?! Come on, Im cold! (She spills something.) And covered in marinara sauce! Come on! Let me out! (the door opens)
Ross: Please, help me! I have a date tonight. It has to go well okayIm scared for my health!
Chandler: Well, that's impossible, can you check again, please?
Phoebe: Okay, ah, before you get all talky again, umm, could you also please tell Sergei that I really like his suit.
Rachel: (gasps) Oh my God! Listen to you talkin about having kids. Oh my Joey. (She goes over and hugs him.) Oh, please dont get married before I do.
Chandler: Please let me stay on this side of the door.
Monica: All right, Rachel, I know-I know you think I'm crazy, please, before you tell him you love him, just-just try to find one person who thinks this is a good idea. Because I bet you, you can't.
Phoebe: Fine! (She takes the blanket.) But please God; tell me how to stop them from going off!
Monica: Joey, please dont do that. I think its best that we just forget about it.
Rachel: Okay Ross thats fine, but can you please stand near my head?
Chandler: Please don't do that again, it's a horrible sound.
Monica: (to all) Okay, please be good, please. Just remember how much you all like me.
Tag: Yeah, so, please don't fire me for doing this. (He kisses her)
Phoebe: Well, I'm watching it for some friends who went out of town. Wait. (She bends down, picks up the dog, and waves with one of its paws) Hello, my name is Clunkers. May I please stay with you nice people?
Chandler: (Looking down at her hand) Yes, yes I am. Err, listen, the reason that I called you in here today was, err... please dont hate me.
Rachel: Yeah, Ill be fine. But could someone please make sure that sandwich is gone when I get out there?
Monica: Oh, please, that is such a lame excuse!
Ross: No! No!! No! Can I speak to someone in charge please?! (The librarian brings his boss over.)
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...
Rachel: Please, no, go, that'd be fine!
Joey: We broke down on the Parkway, so I have to walk back and get some transmission fluid. And hey, listen could you please tell Kathy that Ill be there as soon as I can.
Ross: Joey, come on now, for me! Please, just-just try to focus your sexual energy on someone else.
Phoebe: Remember, a virgin for me please.
Chandler: Yes, please don't spoil all this fun.
Rachel: The lights, please..
Ross: Wait! Wait! Wait! Y'know what? Just stay. Please? It uh It would really mean a lot to me if you stayed.
Ross: Can you please not do that feet first? You know where his injury is! Severed toe, you just said it!
Monica: Please, guys, we have to talk.
Monica: Please tell me it's his mother.
Rachel: Oh please, they're having sex.
Monica: Thats because their nerves are probably deadened from being so stupid. But hey, y'know if you dont believe me, please, by my guest.
Ross: Please, please stay with me. I am so in love with you. Please, don't go.
Joey: Come on baby, dont go. Please? What do you say?
Rachel: Alright, come on... (starts to knock on the door) Alright, you guys. We're so sorry we're late. Please let us in, so we can have dinner together.
Monica: Okay, please be careful with that. It was my grandmother's. Be careful.
Rachel: Oh thank god, if Phoebe�s going, can we please take Emma home?
All: Yeah, drop it! Drop the towel! Please drop the(pause)wowww.
Rachel: Okay well Ross! Stop it please! Wait a minute! (Motions for him to follow her lead, but he angrily shakes his head no. So she pokes him.)
Ross: Phoebe, are you, are you mad at me, or something? 'Cause if are please, tell me what it is I did!
Monica: (voice on answering machine) Hi! If youre calling before Saturday, youve reached Monica and Chandler. But if youre calling after Saturday, youve reached Mr. and Mrs. Bing! Please leave a message for the Bings!
Marjorie: No, please.
Guru Saj: I dont know, whats a koondis with you? (starts laughing as if that joke was funny, Ross only looks at him, and he stops) Please, lie down! Ive got a sav that oughta shrink that right up.
Monica: (To Phoebe) Oh my God, my ass is sweating! (on phone) Please! Please! Can you come? Its today at four.
The Woman: Please! I have people coming from out of town today! And, I told them all about your candy!
Chandler: Yes please.
Ross: Hey Pheebs, could you please not put your feet up on my new (On Rachels glare) old sheet?
Rachel: Hello? Yes, she is, hold on a second, please. Monana, it's for you, the credit card people.
Phoebe: Yeah, so please, please, please, dont say anything to Chandler.
Monica: (on phone) Could you please tell me what this is in reference to? (Listens) Yes, hold on. (To Rachel) Um, they say there's been some unusual activity on your account.
Susan: Oh, please! What's wrong with Helen?
Ross: To London! Come to London. Please? Itll mean so much to me.
Ross: Oh, please. I am not singing to your stomach, ok?
Phoebe: Could you speak up please?
Rachel: Hey Joey, will you please set this up for people to put Emma's presents on?
David: Please.
Ross: Oh, please...
Rachel: Okay, okay, could we change the subject, please?
Ross: Please.
Dr. Long: (looks at her beeping pager) Oh, Ill be right back. And, uh, I know its really not my place, but please dont name your child Phoebo.
Monica: Just...please tell him.
Ross: Now, hold on! Hold on! (Stops him) Look, look, your daughter and I are supposed to leave tonight for our honeymoon, now-now you-you tell her that Im gonna be at that airport and I hope that shell be there too! Oh yeah, I said Rachels name, but it didnt mean anything, Okay? Shes-shes just a friend and thats all! (Rachel sits down, depressed.) Thats all! Now just tell Emily that I love her and that I cant imagine spending my life with anyone else. Please, promise me that youll tell her that.
Rachel: (on the phone) No, no, no, Im looking at a purchase order right here and it clearly states that we ordered the Rivera bikini in a variety of sizes and colours. And.... (listens) What does it matter, what Im wearing?! Can I please speak to your supervisor? (listens) Thank you. (to Sophie) Were holding.
Announcer: Knicks fans, please turn your attention to the big screen on the scoreboard. Someone has a special question to ask.
Monica: Okay, just wait, please. I promise we'll come up with something. Just give us a little more time.
French Phoebe: Gauze! Gauze! I need to get some gauze in here! Can I please get some gauze in here! (A shell explodes outside next to the tent and when the smoke clears, Phoebe still has her arm.) Whew! (Her arm falls off and starts pumping out blood.) This is getting ridiculous uh!
Monica: Guys, please, Im just gonna have dinner with him. Okay?
Rachel: Since when do take naps in that position. Oh God Monica, tell me you were waiting for a guy! Please tell me you were waiting for a guy!
Ross: Joey, please.
CHANDLER: What, you never look down in the shower? Oh please. I'm not allowed to make one joke in the monkey-is-penis genre?
Ross: Can we please focus here, a naked mans life hangs in the balance!
Passenger: If youre planning on doing that throughout the entire flight. Please tell me now. So that I could that a sedative...or perhaps slip you one.
Janice: So I'm asking you please, take a moment before you judge me.
Monica: All right, I'm out of oven space. I'm gonna turn on Joey's. Please, watch him! Do not let Joey eat any of the food!
Monica: Find some! Please! Anything that doesnt say I-I died tragically in France. (Joey leaves to find clothes.)
Rachel: (who has just entered) Ugh! No more crying! Please! I just dumped one cry baby, Ill dump you too!
Monica: Please! I am not as bad as Ross.
Phoebe: Yeah... Ogh... Okay, fine. You made your point. Can you please just be Mike Hannigan again?
Rachel: Oh God... Okay. Alright. Alright. Okay. Ross, please don't hate me.
Rachel: Chandler! Chandler, please, I have to get you locked up back the way you were, I am sooo gonna lose my job, shes very private about her office. Now I know why.
Joey: You guys, can we please not watch this all right.
Chandler: (opening the bathroom door and kicking out the chick and duck) Would you give me one minute!! Please.
Ross: No-o-o! (Rachel gives him a Please? look.) No way!
Monica: Ross, could you come and help me with the spaghetti, please?
Rachel: Ross, c'mon, please. Can we just get out of here, before somebody else gets hurt?
Phoebe: All right, wait just one more second. Hi, it's Phoebe and Rachel's. Please leave a message, thanks!
Rachel: Oh please, theyve been going out a week. They havent even slept together yet, I mean, thats not serious.
Ross: Please. This is so your fault.
Phoebe: (stops) Please! Please! Please! Please! Oh please! Please! Please! Frank and Alice asked me to baby sit the triplets and Im nervous cause Ive never done that before by myself!
Phoebe: Please Rachel, I am not an idiot. (Runs off)
Rachel: Oh, God! Please, somebody say something.
Rachel: Oh, please, you wanted to get caught. (Waves the receipt)
Rachel: Ill be right there! (to Ross) Okay, Ross, please come on! I thought we have moved on! I thought weve gotten to a place where we could be happy for each other! I mean was that just me?
Rachel: Ross, please, trust me. I buy 30 fashion magazines a month. Now, I don't know who's running for president or who that... NATO guy is, but I do know that you have to get as far away as you can from that hat.
Rachel: (interrupting him) No-no-no-no-no Ross! Please, come on we do not have any of the big stuff we need! We do not a changing table! We do not have a crib! We do not have a diaper service!