words in movies
Chandler: I just want to watch a little television. What is the big deal? Geez, relax mom.
Chandler: I said, "Geez, relax Monnnnn."
Chandler: Oh no-no-no, I will do it. Honey, you have to learn to sit down and relax and let your husband take care of things once and awhile. (Tries the door.) Its locked, you have to help me. Why is it locked?
Phoebe: Relax, its not like were forking.
Monica: All right relax Mr. Ive Had Sex Four Times!
Waiter: Look; you got stood up, who cares? We're gonna show you a good time. Just sit and relax. In fact, let me bring you a crab cake appetizer on the house.
Chandler: Hey, relax I just need more time. Were going to dinner tonight.
Chandler: Jeez, relax! Its not like were mar-ah-ah!! (Runs out.)
Chandler: I dont think this town is big enough for both of us to relax in. (He blows on his hand) Draw!! (He quickly pulls the lever to raise the foot rest, like a gunfighter in a Western.)
Paul: (standing in front of a mirror and to himself) Just relax. Just relax Paul, youre doing great. (Ross moves a piece of luggage over so he can watch Paul.) She likes you. She Maybe, she likes you. She likes you. Yknow why? Because youre a (pause) neat guy. (Ross cant believe what hes hearing.) You are the man. You are (pause) the man! (He opens his shirt and looks at his chest.) I still got it. Nice and sexy. Youre just a love machine. (Starts singing) Im just a love machine and I wont work for nobody but you! Hey bab-y! (Flexes and grunts loudly.) Showtime. (Starts to leave and starts singing.) Im just a love machine, yeah ba-by! (Grunts again and Ross is stunned.)
Joey: (to Gene) I know it could be intimidating for regular people to be around celebrities but... relax, I'm just like you! (pause) Only better looking and richer.
Chandler: Joey, its been three days, okay.. Your just a little homesick, Okay. Would you just try to relax. Just, just try to enjoy yourself.
Rachel: Well relax, hell be here.
Monica: Relax, she-she's gonna give in way before you do!
Monica: Honey, you can relax. Last night at work, Geoffrey told this really sexist joke. After that, not so funny anymore.
Monica: I do! Im a professional chef! (The class gasps.) Oh relax! Its not a courtroom drama!
Mr. Douglas: Not you. Relax. Ever have to fire anyone?
Monica: Phoebe, relax none of that stuff ever happens! They just put it on there for legal reasons!
Monica: Okay, everybody relax. This is not even a date. It's just two people going out to dinner and- not having sex.
Joey: All right, relax. Its just a shoe.
Guru Saj: Well, relax. If it makes you feel better, Ive attended some of the finest medical schools in Central America. Well then, lets take a look at this skin abnormality of yours. (motions to the table) Come on, have a seat. (looks at it) Eeh, huh. As I suspected, its a koondis!
Phoebe: No! No! I'm talking you up to people. Just give it a little time, all right? Relax, get something to eat! Okay?
Joey: Relax. Here hold this (hands her his beer). This old stuff just comes right off. (he bends down to try and lift some tile right in the middle of the floor, in his tight pants.)
Ross: Would you all relax? It's not that big a deal.
Phoebe: Would you relax? I know what I am doing. This is how he wears it.
Monica: Relax! It's Phoebe! Not you!
Ross: Okay, relax, relax. We are gonna be here for a while, it looks like, and we still have boyfriends and your career to cover.
Ross: Relax, Ill fix it.
Chandler: Relax your hand!
Joey: Okay, listen, hey, Ross. Why don't you try to relax, okay? Maybe have a drink.
Vince: Phoebe, Phoebe relax, its okay. I mean we never said this was exclusive.
Joey: Relax okay, I-I-I can get this open. Anybody have a coat hanger?
Joey: All right, relax, relax. Just relax, just relax. Be cool, be cool.
JOEY: Monica, relax, go get a beer.
Joey: Relax Ross, we'll be ready. It only takes us two minutes to get dressed.
Phoebe: Good, but wait. Okay, all right, here we go. Now I want you to relax. Take a deep breath. Clear your mind. (Quickly) Which do you like better peanut butter or egg whites?
Ross: SON OF A BITCH! (turns to his right to see three kids staring at him) (To the kids) Oh relax! I didn't say the 'F' word! (They go away)
[Scene: Monica's bedroom, Phoebe is trying to relax her.]
Dr. Harad: Hi! Phoebe, I'm Dr. Harad, I'm going to be delivering your babies. I want you to know, you're gonna be in good hands. I've been doing this for a long time. I'll be back in a minute to do your internal, in the meantime, just relax because everything here looks great. And also, I love Fonzie. (Exits)
Joey: Relax. You're only at nine centimeters. And the baby's at zero station.
Monica: Relax, Ross. She's not made of ice cream!
RACHEL: Chandler, relax, Chandler, she'll be here.
Ross: Sweetie, you gotta relax. Everythings gonna be great, okay? Come on. Come on.
Doctor: Well, you don't have that much time to relax. The other one will be along in a minute.
Rachel: Of course I packed! Monica relax! I just wanted to ask Phoebe her opinion on what I should wear tonight.
Monica: Relax! Youll be fine. (Chandler exhales and turns off the table light.) Oh much better. Youre invisible now.
Joey: Will you relax?! What are you taking this so seriously for? It doesnt matter.
Ross: J-j-just relax, nobody yelled. Jack just was calling to make sure that you were getting better.
Joey: Dude relax! It could happen to anyone.
Man on TV: Yeah, just relax.
The Interviewer: Absolutely. (They walk to the door.) You can relax; you did great.
Rachel: Oh Ross youre so tense! You just gotta relax okay? Just need to relax all right? Just need to relax (She takes her hands off of the wheel.)
MR. GELLER: Judy, Judy, relax, this is our little harmonica we're talking about. We taught her well. Ten percent of your paycheck, where does it go?
RACHEL: Mom, would you relax. That was 10 blocks from here and, the, the woman was walking alone at night, I would never do that. Mom, c'mon, stop worrying. This is a safe street, this is a safe building, there's nothing [a pigeon flies in the window and lands on the table] OH MY GOOOD, oh my God, oh I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go. [hangs up] OK, that's fine, you just read the paper, I'm gonna get a pot, it's not for you. [grabs a pot and lid] OK, that's fine, read the Family Circus, enjoy the gentle comedy. [puts pot over the pigeon] Aaahh, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, aaaaahh. [knock at the door] It's open you guys.
Elizabeth: Yeah! Im just going down there to relax and hang out with my friends.
Phoebe: Thats it. Just relax.
Phoebe: You know, if you tilt your head to the left, and relax your eyes, it kinda looks like an old potato.
Chandler: Oh relax man, relax. Youre looking a little flushed.
Rachel: Okay, you guys, just relax. (She goes over to open the door, and as she does, she says.) I doooo. (Sees that its Joshua, not Chandler that knocked on the door.)
Susan: Honey, relax. Ross is great with him. (Ross looks at her.) Don't look so surprised. I'm a lovely person.
Joey: All right relax, look I'll pay you with the money from the acting job I am definitely gonna get thanks to you.
EDDIE: Ohhhh. Relax, take it easy buddy. Tell me twice, you want me to go? Alright, alright, guess I'll be back for my stuff. [walks out the door and after a pause comes back in] But if you think for one second I'm leaving you alone with my fish, you're insane Jack!
Phoebe: Okay. You know how people need transportation, but they also need massages to help them relax so I just figured we could combine the two, okay, I give the massages and Frank drives! I can fix up the van, bolt the table in the back, and you know what Ive got?
Rachel: Relax! Its not like its Citizen Kane!
PHOE: Yeah, so I said, "OK, relax please," y'know, I mean, sex can be just about two people right there in the moment, y'know, it's, if he wants to see me again he can call and if not, that's fine too. So after a looooot of talking. . . I convinced him.
Chandler: Relax! We'll just get her some antacids.
Phoebe: No! Think about it, its a taxi that people take when they need to relax, its
Dr. Mitchell: Willya relax? Look around. No pagan altars, no piles of bones in the corners, they're fine. (Baring his teeth to clean them with his finger) Go like this. (Dr. Rosen obeys.)
Rachel: Oh, Ross, relax. It's probably like two dollars for the first contraction, and then fifty cents for each additional contraction.
(In the apartment below, Mr.Heckles is trying to relax and read his newspaper, but Rachel is helplessly dangling upside-down with her ankle wrapped up in the Christmas lights.)
Chandler: Relax! We just get her some antacids.
Ross: Oh-oh, okay, okay! (He quickly takes off his sweater in order to put on the T-shirt. Its an old Frankie says relax T-shirt, that barely fits him. Rachel nods her head in approval of the new look.) If you dont mind Im gonna the rest of my stuff, and relax, in my favourite shirt. (Starts to leave) You have a pleasant evening. (He exits and leaves the door open.)
Phoebe: Yeah? I know! I know! Uh huh? Listen why dont we just um, sit and relax? You know just be with each other. Quietly!
Rachel: Joey relax! My mother picked her up two hours ago. You were there!
Ross: Honey, just relax, it's gonna be fine. Hey, umm,. why don't I come down there and I'll take you out to lunch?
Monica: Chandler, relax its not a contest. (To Rachel) Certainly not a close one.
Chandler: Yeah, Joey said I uh, I needed to relax so he gave me an antihistamine.
Monica: Relax. Y'know, she may not even know.
Chloe: Relax. Its just Issacs D.J.-ing at the Philly. You should come.
Phoebe: ( in a soothing voice) Relax every muscle in your body. Listen to the plinky-plunky music. Okay, now close you eyes, and think of a happy place. Okay, tell me your happy place.
Joey: Hey!! I need to relax! Okay? I was working all day!
Dr. Franzblau: I don't know, could be an hour, could be three, but relax, she's doing great. So, uh, tell me, are you currently involved with anyone?