words in movies
Monica: Please? Please?! We just don't want to deal with telling everyone, okay? Just promise you won't tell.
Phoebe: Yeah, so please, please, please, dont say anything to Chandler.
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?
David: Please.
Ross: Oh, please...
Rachel: Hey Joey, will you please set this up for people to put Emma's presents on?
Ross: 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.
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.
Monica: Just...please tell him.
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?
Announcer: Knicks fans, please turn your attention to the big screen on the scoreboard. Someone has a special question to ask.
Ross: Joey, please.
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: 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.
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.)
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: 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.
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.
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?
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.
Phoebe: All right, wait just one more second. Hi, it's Phoebe and Rachel's. Please leave a message, thanks!
Rachel: Oh, please, you wanted to get caught. (Waves the receipt)
Rachel: Oh, God! Please, somebody say something.
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.
Phoebe: Please Rachel, I am not an idiot. (Runs off)
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!
MNCA: Please.
Ross: (deadpan) Please be kidding.
Ross: Well, okay so, I dont have it all worked out quite yet. Just dont say anything to Rachel, please?
ROSS: C'mon, just tell me, please, please.
ROSS: Please tell me you're joking.
Chandler: More coffee over here, please!
Ross: Dad dad, please! As I was saying umm, Im Dr. Ross Geller. Uhh, and Im the best man. And uh, this marriage is doubly special for me umm, because not only is the groom my best friend but uh, the bride is my little sister. And, shes the greatest sister a guy could ask for. So if youd all please join me in raising a glass to the, the couple were here to celebrate. (Everyone does so.) To the Bings.
ROSS: Rach! Whoops! Rach, hey, open up, please!
Joey: But uhm, we're getting rid of her, right? Rach, please tell me we’re getting rid of her.
Monica: Oh, Joey, please tell me you're only donating your time.
Lizzie: Please, let me do something.
Chandler: Please God don't let it be Kung Pow Chicken.
Rachel: Oh please, you inhale your food!
Lady: Oh, sure. I’m showing it to someone else right now, but please, look around.
Chandler: (ignoring him) Yes, Gunther, can I get two cups of chino, please?
Director: Okay, everybody, we'd like to get this in one take, please. Let's roll it.. water's working (The shower starts).. and... action.
Phoebe: Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!! Hey!!! (they all stop fighting, Chandler continues to dance.) Look what youre doing to Chandler!! (Chandler finally stops) (to Ross and Rachel) Yeah, look, we know this is really, really hard for you guys. Okay? (Ross starts to leave) You dont, all right you dont have to love each other, okay? You dont, you dont even have to like each other much right now. But please, you have to figure out a way to be around each other.
Monica: Dad, please dont pick your teeth out here! Alright, and if youre gonna put your feet up, why dont you sit on the-
Chandler: How do you feel about the, "I really did forgot the present, please forgive me" not fake out?
Chandler: (To Rachel) Okay, will you just go help her change please!
CHANDLER: Yes please.
Monica: Please ... if I win the lottery, you guys are not gonna leave me. Someone gave me a basket of mini-muffins last week and I couldn't get rid of you for 3 days!
Rachel: Well, if you see him, will you please tell him that Im looking for him and that this I am not gonna throw up!
Chandler: Would you tell her I let you win please?
Ross: Look, this is a disaster! Can't I please just go?
Joanna: I seem to have had a slight office mishap. Could you please get the key off the back of the door for me.
Rachel: Oh, Ross, c'mon, please! Don't make this harder than it already is!
Frank Sr.: Well Lilly, when you see Lilly would you give her that, that note? Because I wanted to talk to her at the memorial but, well I pictured her getting mad at me the way you got mad at me and I well, I chickened out. So, uh, I wrote her that note, would you give it to her please?
RYAN: Can I please see your face?
Ross: Well, oh, Im sorry your car broke down Pheebs, but Im a little too busy with some of my real friends right now, but please call to let me know you got home safely okay?
Rachel: No please, show me how I begged you!
MONICA: Please!
PHOEBE: Please. [Ryan pulls the cork with his teeth and spits it into Phoebe's mits.]
Rachel: Oh please, I hate packing, its closer to work, and we do have fun. Although, Im really gonna miss living with you.
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?
Rachel: Yeah, and could you please chop some up and just put it right there in the sauce?
Rachel: No! Joey please! Please dont! Please dont leave like this! Now come on, you cannot do this to a pregnant woman! (Starts to cry.)
Rachel: Can I please be there when you tell her? (Joey nods yes.)
Chandler: Oh please, you are obsessed with babies and-and marriage and everything that's related to babies and-and marriage! I've got an idea, why don't we turn down the heat on this pressure cooker?!
Guy: One more chance Ursula, please?
Rachel: Ross, please, this is a hospital, ok? That actually means something here.
Rachel: Oh, please!Honey, just the fact that you want me here to support you, I'm...OH MY GOD!Is that Christian Sanders?He's so gorgeous!
Phoebe: Oh please, somebody tell me I dont have to go to work today!
Rachel: Oh, please tell me its not because Im going with Mark.
Rachel: Right. Was it the, "Please dont show me another picture of a trilobite vibe?"
Rachel: OK, alright, OK, um... then could you please, uh... just give him a message for me? Please? This is very important.
Monica: Would you please go?
Rachel: (worried) Okay please, youre kidding right?! I wrote that one as a joke for you!
Monica: Okay ah, please dont freak out. Umm, but ah, theres a blue fingernail in one of the quiche cups, and theres no way to know which one.
Phoebe: Your welcome, oh please not the one with the turtles.
Ross: Oh-ho please. Ask her how?
Joey: I should know that. Lets see, just one moment please. Umm, here we are, a Wicked Wango card determines whether you go higher or lower.
Clerk: Six dollars, please.
Joey: Yeah! Well, well really it's three. Please. You're so good at it. I love you.
Phoebe: Please, right now, no, every time I see him its like Is it on the lose? Is it watching me?