words in movies
Phoebe: Oh no, let her stay out there. Its sweet.
Monica: Okay everybody, lets go! Lets go!
Monica: (lustily) Lets do it! (She kisses him and they fall back onto the bed.)
Phoebe: If you wouldve let me finish, it goes on to say that hes probably not gay.
Monica: Phoebe! Come on! Lets go! (Knocks on her door.) Come on! (Phoebe enters with guitar and not ready to go.) Why arent you dressed yet?!
Monica: (grabs the guitar away from her) No, Phoebe, Ill tell you what, if you get ready now Ill let you play it at the wedding.
Ross: Look lets not make a big deal out of this! It was a one time thing. It doesnt even matter!
Joey: Yeah! Well, I think well see if they actually let you play. Huh? I mean they tell you anything you want to hear like-like, "You look 19," and then they just take it away like-like, "No you dont."
Ross: Hey, I just realized we kinda let some stuff up in the air
Rachel: Yknow what, I-I have to go talk to her, would you let me just get changed?
Rachel: Am I going to let you watch me undress?
Monica: Well, lets just say its not the first time youve stolen my thunder.
Rachel: Oh wow. Thatyknow what? That is so unfair. Yknow what? Now I want to steal your thunder! Come on Ross, lets go have sex!
[Scene: Phoebe's apartment. Phoebe just let David in who brought a bottle of wine.]
Ross makes some sort of sound to let us know it hurt.
The Director: I dont think so. Lets take it back to Richards last line. (Walks off.) Action!
Monica: Yeah. Hey, that was nice of you guys to back off and let Joey get the girl for once.
Rachel: I dont know, let me think. I was walking down the street thinking, Im gonna tell the father today and then bam!
Ross: Oh yeah, let me just finish this.
Pete: Yeah, stupidly charming isnt it? Well listen lets, you wanna get something to eat? Cause this place is kinda depressing. (they start to leave)
Phoebe: Yeah. Lets see, my had Mom killed herself, and my Dad had run off, and I was living in a Gremlin with a guy named Cindy who talked to his hand.
Chandler: Hmm, lets see if it comes up this time. (He looks at his cards and shrugs.)
Chandler: Oh yes, yes... let me... take your coat.
Phoebe: I dunno, lets see! So, okay, I dreamt that we were gonna get married, and he left, becuz he had to go fight a fire. And, um, so okay, I went to a night club, and I saw him making out with a girl.
Nurse: Youve done all you can Dr. Wesley. You have got to let her go.
Monica: Let me see!
Joey: I want you.I need you.Let me make love to you.
Joey/Drake: Fine. I'll go. But let me ask you one question...
Monica: Alright, let me ask you this question: How many of you thought the music was fine, but not in keeping with the tone of the restaurant? (a few raise their hands again).
Chandler: Okay, easy Martina. I think we should let them win the next game.
Doug: Oh Bing, look at those twin sisters dancing together. Let me buy you a lap dance with those girls. Huh?
Phoebe: And no, oh please, oh please let me finish. (Rachel stops talking.) Oh I guess that was it.
Man: Oh, let me guess some idiot on a cell phone wasnt paying attention?
Chandler: Okay so you mean no as in, "Gee Chandler, what an interesting idea. Lets discuss it before we reject it completely."
Ross: Hey! I did not dump Rachel! (To Mona) Nor are we still together. (The phone rings and Ross goes to answer it, only hes trapped behind the apothecary table by Dr. Green.) Can I just (Dr. Green glares at him.) Why dont we just let the machine get that?
Phoebe: Okay. Then, take the tiara back and let me hold the musket again. (He hands it to her and Phoebe poses in front of one of those small mirrors.) Somethings missing. Its not Okay oh, let me see the ring my friend picked out.
Zack: I'm gonna take off now. You're gonna let me go home, aren't you?
Phoebe: No, you cant let this stop you from getting massages! No look, I have, I have lots of clients that make the same noises you do!
Rachel: Oh God. You did. You heard. Ok, listen, let me explain.
Rachel: Oh, Joey, come on! Please, please! Let me come, I will behave, I promise! I will behave! Please, please, please...
Phoebe: So long! Dont let the best door in the world hit you in the ass on your way out! (He exits and she slams the door behind him.)
Rachel: Come on Ross! You said you wanted to talk about it, lets talk about it!! How was she?
Joey: Come on! Look just-just telllet her know that you really want them to be there. Lets not forget, this is a woman that has sent you many lasagnas over the years.
Phoebe: Joey? How could you just let them leave?
Joey: Okay, Ross, I realise that you didn't expect to walk in and see that, but.. Let me explain, okay?
Chandler: Dude, it's Chandler. Let me in.
Joey: Oh, let me get this. (He takes out his wallet, but the panties come with it. The woman and waitress are shocked.) (Realizing) (To the woman) These are for you.
Rachel: Okay Ross come on lets just forget about the condoms.
Joey: Okay, some tricks of the trade. Now, Ive never been able to cry as an actor, so if Im in a scene where I have to cry, I cut a hole in my pocket, take a pair of tweezers, and just start pulling. Or ah, or, lets say I wanna convey that Ive just done something evil. That would be the basic I have a fishhook in my eyebrow and I like it (Does it by raising one eyebrow, and showing off the pretend fishhook.) Okay, lets say Ive just gotten bad news, well all I do there is try and divide 232 by 13. (looks all confused) And thats how its done. Great soap opera acting tonight everybody, class dismissed.
Rachel: (Emma starts crying in the other room) Oh sorry, hold on. Let me just check on the baby!
Chandler: You know, you always cook this meal all by yourself. Let me help this year.
Rachel: Ok, let’s keep talking.
Joey: Look, look lets pretend its a real bachelor party. Okay? Yknow? Before your wedding. Come on, itll be fun.
Phoebe: Thankfully you dont need me at all (gets up and to leave) so Okay Super aunt see you later! Rachel lets give it six to eight months (she leaves).
Phoebe: Well okay, let this be a lesson to all of you, all right. Once you, once you betray me, I become like the ice woman, yknow. Very cold, hard, unyielding, y'know nothing, nothing can penetrate this icy exterior. (to Monica) Can I have a tissue, please?
Joey: Well, you wouldn't let me in, so I thought you were in trouble.
Rachel: No, I couldn't let you do that.
Monica: Yknow, lets face it, Im not a kid anymore! I-I need to be with someone who-who wants the same things that I do! I mean coming to my place of work and telling me that you love me, I want that! Talking about pig sex over lunch, I dont want that!
Rachel: No! Wait no! Shut upI mean dont cry! Let me get my checkbook! (Grabs her checkbook and runs after him.)
Monica: (Gets up) Okay, okay. You two (to Phoebe and Rachel) go get the dessert. And I'll let you in.
Joey: Ok, let me stop you right there. The Mets suck, ok? You wanna see the Yankees.
Chandler: Please let me stay on this side of the door.
JOEY: Let me get this straight. He got you to beg to sleep with him, he got you to say he never has to call you again, and he got you thinking this was a great idea.
Rachel: Yeah, we're gonna let you be alone.
Chandler: Don't let yourself get manipulated this way!
Phoebe: (to Joey) You wouldn’t let her have a grape?
Rachel: Oh, okay. Uhh, well lets see. (Grabs his hand.) Youre aboutwell uh, this one is large. And this one(Grabs the other hand.)
Rachel: Thats your whole name, okay of course it is! Okay, well lets-lets just have a look-see here. (Looking at his resume)
Monica: Hey, let me tell them!
Rachel: Don't let him in! I'm supposed to be at a regatta gala.
(Rachel goes to hug him but Ross is holding one of her hands and doesnt let go, so she can only put one arm around him.)
Ross: The judge wouldnt let us get an annulment! Now we gotta get a divorce!! Did a Porsch throw up on you? (Walks on.)
[Scene: Monica, Chandler, and Phoebe's, Chandler is reading the newspaper as the phone rings. He lets the machine answer it.]
Joey: All right, Im here, lets ahh, get this over with.
Monica: Do NOT let me sit in one of those. We'll be here for days.
Joey: Oh no, no, no, let your dad get this.
Ross: Still-still, let me come... for me.
Mike: Well, I know this is gonna sound crazy, but, we could not let the box of rats ruin our lives.
JOEY: Hey Gunther, let me get a lemonade to go.
Phoebe: (coming over after returning the musket) Wait a minute, no, this is, this is the reason you brought me. Okay? I know how to haggle. So let me handle this from here on out.
Phoebe: All right, let just try it again. Really listen.
Phoebe: No, he really hates it. But he's gonna let me keep my box of human hair! So you got to pick your battles. But the good news is, Gladys is yours!
Mackenzie: Then you gotta let them go.
Mona: No, its still wet. Yknow what? Let me get it out before it sets. Ooh, I have something you can wear. Here. (Hands him Rosss shirt.)
Realtor: Take as long as you want. Just let me know when you're through. (she leaves the room)
Rachel: Oh, let me see! (grabs picture) Oh, God, is he just the sweetest thing? You must just want to kiss him all over!
The Director: Okay. (to Alex) All right uh, Alex now when Joey says his line, "Take good care of your Momma son," thats your cue to cry. Got it? (Alex nods yes.) All right, lets do this.
Ross: You let Rachel come back, and it’s done.
Phoebe: Okay, this is going to be harder than I thought. Umm, lets try some uh, aversion therapy.
Monica: Here, let me help you. (they both start opening boxes)
Ross: How would he like to come with me to the Museum of Natural History after everyone else has left, just the two of us, and he can touch anything he wants. (Mr. Zellner looks shocked). I just heard it as you must have heard it and that’s not good. Let me start again. I’m a paleontologist, you’ll be there with us and the touching refers only to bones… fossils!
Monica: Alright, well, maybe I should let you and the second prettiest girl in Oklahoma get back to work.
Phoebe: Monica, I'm sorry I didn't come by last night. I was out with Gary; he let me ride around with him in his cop car. We saw and prevented crimes.
Phoebe: So, you just let her go?
Ross: Let her off the plane!
Phoebe: Umm, the street. Come on, lets go to the street. Ooh, listen, dont go onto the balcony until after I get back. (Leaves)
Rachel: (on the answering machine) Oh, come on, miss, isn't there any way that you can just let me off...
Monica: (laughs) I dont have anything like that, but let me go see if Rachel does.
Phoebe: All right so Earl, lets just forget about the people at the office, okay? There-theres gotta be someone else in your life worth sticking around for! What about-what about your family, your friends, or maybe your girlfriend?
Ross: Let me ask you something, at your school was there a like uh a place on campus where students went to uh, fool around.
ROSS: What? Let me see. [climbs up in the other adjoining stall]
Ross: And that should conclusively prove that I had the idea for Jurassic Park first! Now lets take a look at (Phoebe rushes in.)
Cliff: Wow! I usually get to know a girl a little better before I let her spoon me.
Ross: (calming down) Yeah, I know. I mean, no, youre right. Yeah I guess Ill let it go. But you-you understand how-how hard it is to forget about this.
Phoebe: Oh really. Okay. let me ask you something. Yesterday at the coffee house, I went to the bathroom and when I came back, my muffin was gone-who took it?
Joey: Let me explain to you how the human body works. I have to warm my stomach first. Eatin chips is like stretching.
Rachel: Ok, let’s work from the top down! (Joey nods, but then puzzled because he does not get it) Just work the bra, Joe!
Cecilia: Well, lets just say if I left 15 years ago, the landscape of Mexican cinema would be very different today!
Ross: Oh. Listen, do you think- and try not to let my intense vulnerability become any kind of a factor herebut do you think it would be okay if I asked you out? Sometime? Maybe?
Rachel: She was just crawling around and she found him, so I just let her sleep with him. That's all right? Isn't it?
Joey: Aw crap! Okayuh uh lets-lets do the rings.
Joey: No-no! I used to get paid for all kinds of medical stuff, remember? Lets see uh, well I dont want to donate sperm again. (To Ross) I really prefer doing that at the home office yknow? (Ross nods his head.) Ooh-ooh, maybe they want like some of my blood or-or spit or something, huh?
The Producer: Ill let you two guys get acquainted, huh? (Walks away.)