words in movies
Monica: Oh please, he didnt hear it! He didnt hear it!!
Monica: (going over to him) Im so sorry. Please, stop freaking out.
Monica: Chandler, please dont think I was trying to pressure you. Phoebe and Rachel
Monica: It was a mistake. Please dont take this to mean anything, because it doesnt.
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.
Chandler: Yes, please don't spoil all this fun.
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.
Monica: Please, guys, we have to talk.
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.
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.
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.
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.)
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!
Ross: Hey Pheebs, could you please not put your feet up on my new (On Rachels glare) old sheet?
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.
Susan: Oh, please! What's wrong with Helen?
The Woman: Please! I have people coming from out of town today! And, I told them all about your candy!
Chandler: Yes please.
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.
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?
Ross: Oh, please...
David: Please.
Ross: Joey, please.
Rachel: Hey Joey, will you please set this up for people to put Emma's presents on?
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.
Monica: Just...please tell him.
Announcer: Knicks fans, please turn your attention to the big screen on the scoreboard. Someone has a special question to ask.
Ross: Please.
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.
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?
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.
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: 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!
Janice: So I'm asking you please, take a moment before you judge me.
Monica: Please! I am not as bad as Ross.
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.)
Phoebe: Yeah... Ogh... Okay, fine. You made your point. Can you please just be Mike Hannigan again?
Rachel: (who has just entered) Ugh! No more crying! Please! I just dumped one cry baby, Ill dump you too!
Rachel: Oh God... Okay. Alright. Alright. Okay. Ross, please don't hate me.
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!
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.
Rachel: Ross, c'mon, please. Can we just get out of here, before somebody else gets hurt?
Ross: Please. This is so your fault.
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?
Ross: No-o-o! (Rachel gives him a Please? look.) No way!
Rachel: Oh please, theyve been going out a week. They havent even slept together yet, I mean, thats not serious.
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!
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: All right, wait just one more second. Hi, it's Phoebe and Rachel's. Please leave a message, thanks!
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?
MNCA: Please.
Phoebe: Please Rachel, I am not an idiot. (Runs off)
Ross: (deadpan) Please be kidding.
ROSS: Please tell me you're joking.
Ross: Well, okay so, I dont have it all worked out quite yet. Just dont say anything to Rachel, 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: C'mon, just tell me, please, please.
ROSS: Rach! Whoops! Rach, hey, open up, please!
Lizzie: Please, let me do something.
Chandler: More coffee over here, 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.
Rachel: Oh please, you inhale your food!
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?
Lady: Oh, sure. I’m showing it to someone else right now, but please, look around.
Chandler: Please God don't let it be Kung Pow Chicken.
Chandler: (ignoring him) Yes, Gunther, can I get two cups of chino, please?
CHANDLER: Yes please.
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?
MONICA: Please!
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: Oh please, I hate packing, its closer to work, and we do have fun. Although, Im really gonna miss living with you.