words in movies
Monica: Okay, fine but please dont be upset! Okay? I was really depressed okay? And really drunk! I just wanted something stupid and meaningless. I just wanted just sex. So, when I went to your room that night I was actually looking for Joey. (Joey smiles.)
Monica: Chandler, please! Do you know how unbelievably glad I am that Joey was not there that night?!
Phoebe: (sarcastically) Okay Ross! (Ross exits and she says quietly to the bike) Please dont die!
Ross: You guys, just please.. a little bit longer. I promise, Rachel will be back with the cake any minute. Monica, remember.. the frosting? huh?
Emily: Oh no, no, right I shouldnt have said married. Uh, please dont go freaky on me. I didnt mean it. Well, I didnt say it; I take it back!
Chandler: Uh-uh, yes. I would like to see that ring please.
Chandler: Are you serious?! I mean like eloping?! No more stupid wedding stuff?! No more these flowers or these flowers or these flowersThink of the money well save!! (Monica just looks at him.) Were not eloping. I love the flowers. Can our wedding be bigger please?
Rachel: Thats right, still no baby! (To Monica, Joey, and Chandler on the couch) Come on people! Please make some room!
Policeman: Can I see your license please?
Monica: (going over to him) Im so sorry. Please, stop freaking out.
Donny: Okay. Give me sixty seconds on the clock please... Ready, GO! (runs off)
Monica: Oh please! Yesterday on the subway? You couldn't stop staring at that woman with the big breasts the whole time.
The Director: Kate Millers awkward and mannered portrayal is laughable. (Kate walks away depressed.) Badda-badda-badda. Ah-ha! Here it is! The direction by Marshal Talmant is (stops, reads it again, and throws down the paper in disgust) Thank you, boys and girls, youve ruined my life. Please, stuff your talentless faces with my Mothers crab cakes! (starts to leave) Excuse me!!
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!
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.
Rachel: Yeah I dont think dressing provocatively is going to help me here! Oh my god just please take her.
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.
Joey: Please, we're trying to have a conversation. (Pushes the wine glass closer to Mary Ellen.)
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.)
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!!
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.
Ross: Please, help me! I have a date tonight. It has to go well okayIm scared for my health!
Rachel: Oh no Dr. Long, please come in. This is Ross, he is the father.
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)
Joey: May I have a word with you, please?
Chandler: Well, that's impossible, can you check again, please?
Chandler: Please let me stay on this side of the door.
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.
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!
Chandler: Please don't do that again, it's a horrible sound.
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?
Rachel: Yeah, Ill be fine. But could someone please make sure that sandwich is gone when I get out there?
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.
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.
Ross: Wait! Wait! Wait! Y'know what? Just stay. Please? It uh It would really mean a lot to me if you stayed.
Phoebe: Remember, a virgin for me please.
Rachel: The lights, please..
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.
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?
Ross: Joey, come on now, for me! Please, just-just try to focus your sexual energy on someone else.
Monica: Please, guys, we have to talk.
Monica: Please tell me it's his mother.
Monica: Okay, please be careful with that. It was my grandmother's. Be careful.
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.
Rachel: Oh thank god, if Phoebe�s going, can we please take Emma home?
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.
Marjorie: No, please.
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!
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.)
The Woman: Please! I have people coming from out of town today! And, I told them all about your candy!
Ross: Phoebe, are you, are you mad at me, or something? 'Cause if are please, tell me what it is I did!
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.
Chandler: Yes please.
Monica: (To Phoebe) Oh my God, my ass is sweating! (on phone) Please! Please! Can you come? Its today at four.
Susan: Oh, please! What's wrong with Helen?
Rachel: Hello? Yes, she is, hold on a second, please. Monana, it's for you, the credit card people.
Ross: To London! Come to London. Please? Itll mean so much to me.
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.
Phoebe: Yeah, so please, please, please, dont say anything to Chandler.
Ross: Hey Pheebs, could you please not put your feet up on my new (On Rachels glare) old sheet?
Ross: Oh, please. I am not singing to your stomach, ok?
David: Please.
Phoebe: Could you speak up please?
Rachel: Hey Joey, will you please set this up for people to put Emma's presents on?
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.
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!
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.
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.
Monica: Guys, please, Im just gonna have dinner with him. Okay?
Monica: Okay, just wait, please. I promise we'll come up with something. Just give us a little more time.
Ross: Joey, please.
Announcer: Knicks fans, please turn your attention to the big screen on the scoreboard. Someone has a special question to ask.
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!
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?
Janice: So I'm asking you please, take a moment before you judge me.
Monica: Please! I am not as bad as Ross.
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.
Ross: Can we please focus here, a naked mans life hangs in the balance!
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!