words in movies
CHANDLER: Well, it'll probably slow it down at first but, once I get used to the extra weight, I'll be back on track.
Chandler: Fine, I'll give the suit back.
Molly: No, you stay, I'll do it (takes Emma from Rachel).
Mike: Ok, ok, I'll throw away the traps.
Gavin: Mom, I'll call you later. Yeah. (hangs up) (to Rachel) Yes?
Molly: Sure, I'll go check on Emma.
Gavin: Look, I'll just give you this and go.
Sonia: I'll take care of it
Phoebe: OK, fine, if it means that much to you I'll get rid of Bob.
Monica (laughs): Okay, I'll try.
Chandler (laughs): Okay, I'll try. And you can't make any noise.
MONICA: Yes, because all good plans start with, "I'll go down the fire escape."
Phoebe: I'll miss you.
Phoebe: Great! Ok...I'll go get the tube top.
Mike: Done it. (Phoebe becomes a little more subdued) I'll be back in a couple of hours.
Monica: I'll go in there.
Monica: Hey, maybe I'll drive you up there! I'd like to buy some tickets myself!
Chandler: (looks around) I'll take this one too (to Ross) Uh ... Mommy?
Joey: (to Ross) I'll show you how.
Chandler: Ok well, thanks, you won't regret it. I'll see you tomorrow (hangs up).
Paula: Listen. As someone who's seen more than her fair share of bad beef, I'll tell you: that is not such a terrible thing. I mean, they're your friends, they're just looking out after you.
Joey/Drake: Fine. I'll go. But let me ask you one question...
Monica: ooohh... hey! Wanna stick around and I'll whip you up some dinner?
Charlie: (her mobile phone rings) Oh, I'm sorry. I'll take this. Excuse me. (she cuts herself off for a moment)
Charlie: Oh, you know what? I'll come with you!
Receptionist: Ok well, I'll call you as soon as your massage therapist is ready.
Joey: Ok, all right, so I'll take her to the MET.
Phoebe: Oh, I'll take some of that.
Mike: I'll make it a hundred!
Joey: Fine, I'll rent a car and drive...! Ross, you have to get that job!
Mike: I'll play ya!
Joey: Yeah! I'll see ya later! Yeah!
Charlie: You're on fire! I'll call you in the morning, okay?
Ross: No, I'll do it. (he quickly grabs Joey's boarding pass and gives Joey his one.)
Joey: Ok! All right, well... I'm gonna see if I can get a room for the night and I'll... I'll see you later!
Phoebe: All right, all right... I'll play if we don't keep score!
Monica: I'll put a pillowcase over my head.
Phoebe: Well, that's not good. But you know, I can move some stuff around, and I'll be there. You and Alice just take the whole day together.
Joey: Yeah. I'll see you in the morning.
Chandler: (hysterical)Don't touch the phone! I'll get it, I'll get it, I'll get it!! (picks up the phone)
Monica: Sure! If you're just gonna hang out as friends, then maybe I'll join ya. You know, I'm your friend (to Phoebe) and Mike's friend (Mike is sceptical).
Phoebe: Right, yeah, ok, I'll ask the butler to fetch my diamonds out of the vault.
Rachel: Yeah baby, I'll show you how we do it!
Rachel: No honey, it's okay! Listen, I'll got to Ross's and get the blender, you get all the margarita stuff ready.
Charlie: Fine, it's fine... (she whispers) I'll just shower by myself...
Chandler: It's ok, it's ok. You know what? (Takes out his mobile) I'll just call the agency and tell them to throw out the letter. (starts dialing)
MIKE: All right.� I'll do it.� (Phoebe gives the thumbs-up sign to Rachel.)� But really, how much dirtier can it get?
Cheryl: I'll be right back. Make yourself comfortable. (Ross attempts to clear a place for his coat and fold it small enough to fit. Then hit sits on the couch. Something falls on him from above and he brushes his neck off frantically.)
Monica: Ok listen, you go down to the pool and reserve the chairs, and I'll get the magazines and the lotion.
Ross: No. We should all have dinner. Yes, we'll do it tomorrow night. I'll cook!!
Charlie: Yes, absolutely. I'll call him.
Ross: Damnit! I'll put a candle on the cake.
Ross: Guess who's a finalist for a huge research grant! I'll give you a hint, he's looking right at you.
Josh: So I'll see you at the party? Beer's beer man, 24, 7!!
Rachel: Hey Pheebs, I'm-I'm taking Charlie shopping, why don't you come and I'll help you find something.
Rachel: Alright fine. I'll do it.
Rachel: Yeah! I'll cook!
Chandler: (enters singing) Oklahoma where the wind comes sweeping down the plane, STOP IT! Why couldn't they have sent me to Texas? 7 o clock maybe I'll hit the gym (sits down) who am I kidding pay-per-view porn.
Monica: Oh. Well, I didn't realize that you needed it back right away. I mean, you told me to go and be a caterer. So I went. I beed. I mean, I... I used it to buy all this stuff. But lookI've got another job tomorrow, so I'll pay you back with the money I make from that.
Joey: (disappointed) Oh... oh, but that's ok, I'll find someone else to do it... I'll do it alone, but... I don't know what happens if the sea turtle catches you...
Rachel: Okay, well then how about a handshake? (She goes to shake his hand but misses and touches his groin.) Oh God I'm sorry! Oh God, I'm sorry! I did not mean to touch thatI mean you there. There. Uhh, okay, so thank-thank you, I'm going to leave now thank you very much uh-huh, thank you soHey! I'll see you Monday! (Exits.)
Phoebe: I couldn't tell him no. He got so sad. Maybe it'll be all right. I do really like him a lot and probably do it eventually anyway and plus, think of all the money I'll save on stamps.
Phoebe: I'll pull you through.
Monica: (Gets up) Okay, okay. You two (to Phoebe and Rachel) go get the dessert. And I'll let you in.
Phoebe: Fine, I'll give you her number.
Rachel: Well maybe I'll just stay here with Monica.
Missy: Right. I'll be there. (she leaves)
Gene: I'll take "You crossed the line".
Joey: Oh, all right, I'll just have what she's having instead.
Chandler: I'll admit to the cigarettes and the magazine, but that tape is not mine.
Phoebe: Maybe, maybe I'll dance for you. (She starts doing a rather suggestive and seductive dance that's silly at the same time.)
Roy: Now if you just pay me my three hundred dollars, I'll be on my way!
Ross: I'll do it!
Ross: I'll do it! (Monica approaches)
Chandler and Ross: I'll do it!
Chandler: I'll tell you at the wedding.
Chandler: (quickly) I'll do it.
Ross: I'll...
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)
Phoebe: I don't care... I'll be my something blue.
Ross: I'll see you in the morning (he leaves).
Chandler: I'll bet his dad doesn't think so.
Rachel: Ok, that's it! Just give'em to me! I'll split them up! (she tries to snatch the bowl from Joey's hands but she can't, so she pinches his nipple and she manages to take it)
Joey: Why not? I'll keep the tank clean.
Rachel: Great! I'll call ya!
Rachel: I overheard you guys on the phone the other day, and you said, "I'll just tell Rachel that I'm doing laundry for a couple of hours." And he said, "Laundry? Is that my new nickname?" And you said, "No! You know what your nickname is, Mr. Big."
Monica: Come here, I'll make you a drink.
Janice: All right, I got to run. Tell Monica I say goodbye. And... I'll see you later, neighbor. (Janice laugh)
Joey: Well, okay, I'll - I'll just call her and tell her the date's cancelled, and find him somebody else.
Erica (standing up): I'll be right back.
Rachel: I mean, I'll fly back and forth, they'll fly you out... Anything we want.
Phoebe: Ok, I'll fight for her. Ok! Oh, wait, oh I just realized... if I do that, that means you don't get her.
Phoebe: Oh yeah? Well, tell me which one, and I'll try slip it in my coat.
Monica: Alright, I'll be right back.
Monica: You'll be fine. Nah, you won't, but I'll be back in two minutes.
Monica: (to Alan) Thanks. I'll call you tomorrow. (Alan exits, to all) Okay. Okay, let's let the Alan-bashing begin. Who's gonna take the first shot, hmm?
Rachel: I just want you to know.. Last night.. I'll never forget it.
Monica: Oh, well sure. This gotta be so hard. I'll do it. Gimme!
Janine: Well, I think I'll go and unpack.
JOEY: All right. I'll give you one hint. Warren Beatty.
Rachel: Noooo... look, all I know is that I cannot wait a week until I see him. I mean, this is just too big. Y'know, I just, I've just gotta talk to him. I... I gotta... OK, I'll see you later. (opens door)