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Phoebe: (laughs) Please.
Rachel: Oh, yeah, sure, sure, sure, sure. (points at Chandler, who holds up the cue ball as a Remember me? thing) Listen, can we please have lunch the next time Im in the city?
Charity guy: Please, take the check, go have a great wedding and a wonderful life together.
Air stewardess: (on the answering machine) Miss? Please, sit down!
Rachel: Yeah I dont think dressing provocatively is going to help me here! Oh my god just please take her.
Chandler: Yknow what the worse part was? I got to see what my life would be like without you. It was like Its a Wonderful Life with lap dances. Please promise that you will never leave me, that we will grow old together, and be with each other for the rest of our lives.
Joey: Please, we're trying to have a conversation. (Pushes the wine glass closer to Mary Ellen.)
Rachel: But honey he calls everybody by a nickname! Okay, look, I know, all right, just one dinner, please, just one night for me, please. I just want him to love you like I do. (Ross looks at her) All right, well not exactly like I do, but, but, if you do come to dinner, Ill love you like I do in that black thing that you like.
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!
Rachel: Okay Ross thats fine, but can you please stand near my head?
Monica: Joey, please dont do that. I think its best that we just forget about it.
Monica: (to all) Okay, please be good, please. Just remember how much you all like me.
Chandler: Please don't do that again, it's a horrible sound.
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.
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?
Rachel: Yeah, Ill be fine. But could someone please make sure that sandwich is gone when I get out there?
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...
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.)
Rachel: Please, no, go, that'd be fine!
Chandler: Yes, please don't spoil all this fun.
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.
Monica: Please, guys, we have to talk.
Rachel: The lights, please..
Phoebe: Remember, a virgin for me 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: Joey, come on now, for me! Please, just-just try to focus your sexual energy on someone else.
Ross: Please, please stay with me. I am so in love with you. Please, don't go.
Rachel: Oh thank god, if Phoebe�s going, can we please take Emma home?
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: 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.
Monica: Okay, please be careful with that. It was my grandmother's. Be careful.
Monica: (To Phoebe) Oh my God, my ass is sweating! (on phone) Please! Please! Can you come? Its today at four.
Ross: Can you please not do that feet first? You know where his injury is! Severed toe, you just said it!
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.)
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.
The Woman: Please! I have people coming from out of town today! And, I told them all about your candy!
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.
Ross: Phoebe, are you, are you mad at me, or something? 'Cause if are please, tell me what it is I did!
Chandler: Yes please.
Rachel: Hello? Yes, she is, hold on a second, please. Monana, it's for you, the credit card people.
Susan: Oh, please! What's wrong with Helen?
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.
Ross: Hey Pheebs, could you please not put your feet up on my new (On Rachels glare) old sheet?
Phoebe: Yeah, so please, please, please, dont say anything to Chandler.
Ross: To London! Come to London. Please? Itll mean so much to me.
Phoebe: Could you speak up please?
Ross: Oh, please. I am not singing to your stomach, ok?
Rachel: Hey Joey, will you please set this up for people to put Emma's presents on?
David: Please.
Ross: Oh, please...
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.
Ross: Please.
Monica: Just...please tell him.
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.
Rachel: Okay, okay, could we change the subject, please?
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.
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: Okay, just wait, please. I promise we'll come up with something. Just give us a little more time.
Monica: Guys, please, Im just gonna have dinner with him. Okay?
Ross: Joey, please.
Janice: So I'm asking you please, take a moment before you judge me.
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!
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?
Monica: Please! I am not as bad as Ross.
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!
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.
Monica: Find some! Please! Anything that doesnt say I-I died tragically in France. (Joey leaves to find clothes.)
Ross: Can we please focus here, a naked mans life hangs in the balance!
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.
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: (who has just entered) Ugh! No more crying! Please! I just dumped one cry baby, Ill dump you too!
Joey: You guys, can we please not watch this all right.
Ross: No-o-o! (Rachel gives him a Please? look.) No way!
Chandler: (opening the bathroom door and kicking out the chick and duck) Would you give me one minute!! Please.
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?
Rachel: Oh please, theyve been going out a week. They havent even slept together yet, I mean, thats not serious.
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!
Ross: Please. This is so your fault.