words in movies
Croupler: Coming in, we got a shooter! Money please.
Rachel: Ohh, okay, Im sorry. Youre right. Yknow what? We absolutely can stay married, because I was under the impression that the boxes were far away from each other. All right, look, just please, take a moment here and think about what youre asking of me.
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!
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: (To Phoebe) Oh my God, my ass is sweating! (on phone) Please! Please! Can you come? Its today at four.
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?
Ross: Hey Pheebs, could you please not put your feet up on my new (On Rachels glare) old sheet?
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: 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.
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.
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?
Monica: Okay, just wait, please. I promise we'll come up with something. Just give us a little more time.
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: Guys, please, Im just gonna have dinner with him. Okay?
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?
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!
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!
Janice: So I'm asking you please, take a moment before you judge me.
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.
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.
Rachel: Oh God... Okay. Alright. Alright. Okay. Ross, please don't hate me.
Phoebe: Yeah... Ogh... Okay, fine. You made your point. Can you please just be Mike Hannigan again?
Ross: No-o-o! (Rachel gives him a Please? look.) No way!
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?
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.
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: Please. This is so your fault.
Rachel: Oh please, theyve been going out a week. They havent even slept together yet, I mean, thats not serious.
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: Oh, God! Please, somebody say something.
Rachel: Oh, please, you wanted to get caught. (Waves the receipt)
Phoebe: All right, wait just one more second. Hi, it's Phoebe and Rachel's. Please leave a message, thanks!
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?
Ross: (deadpan) Please be kidding.
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!
Ross: Well, okay so, I dont have it all worked out quite yet. Just dont say anything to Rachel, please?
MNCA: Please.
ROSS: Please tell me you're joking.
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.
Chandler: More coffee over here, please!
ROSS: Rach! Whoops! Rach, hey, open up, please!
Lizzie: Please, let me do something.
ROSS: C'mon, just tell me, please, please.
Lady: Oh, sure. I’m showing it to someone else right now, but please, look around.
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!
Chandler: Please God don't let it be Kung Pow Chicken.
Monica: Dad, please dont pick your teeth out here! Alright, and if youre gonna put your feet up, why dont you sit on the-
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.
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: 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!
Chandler: (To Rachel) Okay, will you just go help her change please!
Chandler: How do you feel about the, "I really did forgot the present, please forgive me" not fake out?
Chandler: (ignoring him) Yes, Gunther, can I get two cups of chino, please?
Rachel: Oh, Ross, c'mon, please! Don't make this harder than it already is!
Chandler: Would you tell her I let you win please?
Joanna: I seem to have had a slight office mishap. Could you please get the key off the back of the door for me.
MONICA: Please!
RYAN: Can I please see your face?
Ross: Look, this is a disaster! Can't I please just go?
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!
PHOEBE: Please. [Ryan pulls the cork with his teeth and spits it into Phoebe's mits.]