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Monica: Please, could you just try it for me? Come on, I used all my best stuff! I-I-I lit some candles. I put on some music. I used bath salts, plus bubble bath! And got you this little plastic Navy ship. So its a boy bath!
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: Yes, 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!
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?
Chandler: Please don't do that again, it's a horrible sound.
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.
Rachel: Yeah, Ill be fine. But could someone please make sure that sandwich is gone when I get out there?
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!
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...
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.
Rachel: The lights, please..
Chandler: Yes, please don't spoil all this fun.
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.
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: 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?
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?
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.)
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.
Ross: Hey Pheebs, could you please not put your feet up on my new (On Rachels glare) old sheet?
Ross: Phoebe, are you, are you mad at me, or something? 'Cause if are please, tell me what it is I did!
Susan: Oh, please! What's wrong with Helen?
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.
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.
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: Oh, please...
Ross: Oh, please. I am not singing to your stomach, ok?
David: Please.
Ross: To London! Come to London. Please? Itll mean so much to me.
Phoebe: Could you speak up 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.
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.
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.
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: 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!
Monica: Please! I am not as bad as Ross.
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!
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.)
Phoebe: Yeah... Ogh... Okay, fine. You made your point. Can you please just be Mike Hannigan again?
Monica: Ross, could you come and help me with the spaghetti, please?
Rachel: (who has just entered) Ugh! No more crying! Please! I just dumped one cry baby, Ill dump you too!
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.
Rachel: Oh God... Okay. Alright. Alright. Okay. Ross, please don't hate me.
Joey: You guys, can we please not watch this all right.
Ross: Please. This is so your fault.
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!
Ross: No-o-o! (Rachel gives him a Please? look.) No way!
Rachel: Oh, God! Please, somebody say something.
Rachel: Oh please, theyve been going out a week. They havent even slept together yet, I mean, thats not serious.
Phoebe: All right, wait just one more second. Hi, it's Phoebe and Rachel's. Please leave a message, thanks!
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: 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: Oh, please, you wanted to get caught. (Waves the receipt)
MNCA: Please.
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!
Phoebe: Please Rachel, I am not an idiot. (Runs off)
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: 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: Please tell me you're joking.
ROSS: Rach! Whoops! Rach, hey, open up, please!
Chandler: More coffee over here, please!
Lizzie: Please, let me do something.
ROSS: C'mon, just tell me, please, please.
Rachel: Oh please, you inhale your food!