words in movies
Rachel: Lets do it! Ross?
Chandler: But wait a minute though, how are we gonna get there, though, because my Mom wont let me cross the street.
Monica: Okay. Lets bring it in.
Ross: Okay. All right. So lets see, lets play from the trash can, to the lightpost. Right. Two hand touch, well kick off.
Ross: Come on, lets go!
Monica: Come on guys! Lets go! Come on, its second down.
Joey: Oh, yeah, that. All right, means that much to ya, Ill let you have her.
Chandler: Thanks. What, let me have her?! What do mean? Like if you didnt I wouldnt have a shot?
Joey: All right, thats it. Y'know I was still gonna let you have her. But now, forget about it. Prepare to feel very bad about yourself.
Monica: All right, come on guys, lets go! Tie score, and were runnin out of time. Forty-two!! Thirty-eight!! Hike! (the timer sounds as Monica throws the ball to Phoebe.)
Monica: No! Listen, Im not gonna go through this with you again, okay. Just once I wanna beat when you cant blame it on the broken nose, the buzzer, or the fact that you thought you were getting mono. Lets just call this, tie score and its halftime.
Monica: Come on Phoebe, lets go! Come on, its time to get serious, huddle up. Joey, keep your head in the game.
(They both stare each other down as we hear Lets get ready to r-r-r-rum-ble!!!)
Monica: Come on Rach, come on. Lets see whats it like to be on a winning team for a change.
Rachel: Are you gonna let me play?
Ross: Right. Okay, lets play. Lets go.
Ross: Enough with geography for the insane, okay? Lets play some ball, guys.
Ross: Okay, y'know what, lets just cut to the chase here. Okay? Heidi, which of my boys do you like?
Chandler: You hear that! That is her chose, mister Ill let you have her! I win! You suck! I rule all! A mini-wave in celebration of me!! (does the wave.)
Monica: Come on, okay, come on this is for all womankind. Lets kill um!
Rachel: God, Im not lame, okay. I can do something. I can throw, would you let me throw, come on this is my game too.
Phoebe: Come on Mon, let her throw the ball.
Ross: Let go! Let go!
Monica: Let go! Im a tiny little woman!!
Monica: Let go!
Ross: No! You let go!
Monica: Let go!
Monica: Well you let me know if you can, because yknow I can bake a pie to cover it.
Ross: Yeeeeeep Yep-yep-yep-yep-yep. I remember when she took out on her dads boat she wouldnt let me help at all.
Joey and Ross: Oh, yeah. Yeah. Let her dangle.
Rachel: Come on Ross! You said you wanted to talk about it, lets talk about it!! How was she?
RICHARD: Jack, would you let it go?
Joey: Let it go, Ross.
RACHEL: Phoebe we just saw mine, let me see yours.
MONICA: Oh. Well did you get it? Let me see.
Phoebe: OkayOop! Too late! Im leaving! Come on Chandler lets go! (She storms out.)
Carol: Let it go, Ross.
Monica: I swear I didnt know she was a hooker! I mean whDid you let her smoke in here?
Mike: You know, I really don't feel very comfortable making this decision. You know, Phoebe knows you better, I'm gonna let her choose. (he leaves)
CHANDLER: Yeah. Just let me grab my jacket and tell you I had sex today.
CHANDLER: See, that's why we don't let her play.
Chandler: David, let me stop you there 'cause I think I see where this is going. I'm not very good at giving advice. So if you want advice, go to Ross, Monica, or... Joey, if the thing you wanna advice about is pizza toppings or burning sensation when you pee.
Chandler: (laughs) Well, don�t believe everything you hear, Ken. (both turning away to files) But yeah, that�s true. Alright, let�s get started, by take a look at last quarter�s figures. (The female next to Chandler starts smoking, towards her:) Ah, Claudia, aren�t you supposed to blow smoke up the bosses� ass?
Monica: Chandler! (Joey and his grandmother shush them and wave them away, which they do.) Okay, let me get this straight, it's okay for you to flirt, but not for me.
Ross: Have you seen this? It's a new alumni website for college! It's cool! You can post messages for people, let everyone know what you're up to.
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.
Joey: Oh dear God, let me think. (Starts to sarcastically think about it.)
Chandler: No, it's a book that's just a book, okay? It's an early edition of the Velveteen Rabbit. It was her favorite book as a kid. So, uh, just... let me know if she likes it, okay?
MR. GELLER: What? I'm kidding. You know I'd never let him touch the Porsche.
Rachel: All right let me see. (grabs the card) Uma Thurman, Winona Ryder, Elizabeth Hurely, Michelle Pfieffer, and Dorothy Hammel?
Joey: Ok whoah-hey... Let me just stop you right there, ok? First, you lied, right? Then, you lied about lying, ok? Then you lied about lying about lying, ok? So before you lie about lying about lying about lying about... lying... (loses count and begins to count the number of 'lyings' in the air but gives up.) (yelling) Stop lying!
RACHEL: Ok, let me take these cakes back 'cause they're gonna take that out of my paycheck.
Ross: Well let therewhat if a man comes along and puts a gun to your head and says, "You ride this bike or Ill sh Ill shoot you."
Rachel: All right. Lets say I had slept with Mark. Would you have been able to forgive me?
Monica: (on machine) "Hi, it's Monica. I'm just checking in 'cause I got this message from you and I didn't know if it was old or new or what. So, I'm just checkin'. So let me know, or don't, whatever. I'm breezy."
Chandler: Lets. (Everyone gets up and leaves Rachel.)
Rachel: Oh, really, let me see, let me see.
Joey: (Enters) Hey you guys Im gonna take off. I just wanted to let you guys know, say goodbye.
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?
Monica: Thats a good question. Look umm, last night we let the dice decide. Maybe we should leave it up to fate again. I love you!
Chandler: Eh, y'know what, shes to political, she probably wouldnt let you do it, unless you donated four cans of food first.
ROSS: Any time. [He doesn't want to let her go]
Rachel: Okay. Ah, well well just see about that, okay. I will read The Shining, (she tries to take the book away from him but he doesnt want to let it go) and you will read Little Women.
Rachel: All right, look. Why don't you just return the book, let Joey give her the clock pen, and you give her something worse than that. Like... a regular pen.
Ross: Hello. (He throws his jacket towards the coat rack and misses.) Im sorry Im a little late. Ah(Checks his watch)Whoa! A lot late. Let me start by uh, by introducing myself, I am Professor Geller. (The bell rings.) So to sum up, Im Professor Geller. Good job today.
RACHEL: I am. Let me just get my coat.
Monica: Let me think. Oh, when I was younger I used to dream that I got married to Mayor McCheese, and on our wedding night I ate his head.
Joey: Ooooooooooh, I slept with you! And you obviously remember me Hey! I still got it. (Turns back to Hayley) so were good. (She just glares at him) I'll let myself out.
Monica: Rach, are you really gonna let him do this?
RACH: Ross, Chandler wrote something about me on his computer and he won't let me see.
ROSS: Let me hold him for a sec. There. (Ben stops crying) Huh? There we are.
Monica: (seeing her) Okay, lets go!! Lets hit the road!!
Chandler: Lets go.
RACHEL: Yeah you like totally let him wash his feet in the pool of your inner power.
Rachel: Im sorry, let her?
CHANDLER: Uh, two larges, extra cheese on both. But listen, don't ring the buzzer for 19, ring 20, Geller-Green, they'll let you in, OK. If you buzz our door, there's no tip for you. OK, thanks. Pizza's on the way. I told you we wouldn't have to get up.
Chandler: All right, I have to get that, but no-no. (answering phone) Hello? (listens) (happily) Hi! Yeah listen, I'm, I'm in need of a stripper and I was told that you do that. (listens) Let me ask you this, what, what do you do for the extra hundred? (listens) So would I, would I have to provide the grapes?
Ross: Let me see this... (he takes the trophy from Rachel's hands) Grand Supreme Little Darling, New York Division.
Monica: Lets get the show on it!
Joey: Come on Treeger, dont say that. You just ahh, you just need more practice. Here, come on, lets ahh, lets try it again. Come on. (they start dancing again) Plus, it was, it was probably mostly my fault, anyway. I mean, yknow, Im not really that comfortable dancing with a(Treeger throws him) We-he!! Hey!
RACHEL: Would you let me talk. [flicks Monica on the forehead]
Rachel: Umm let me think...What do I want, what d-o I w-a-n-t...
Emily: All right, all right, if you insist on doing this, at least let me help you.
JOEY: Ahh, alright, alright, alright, I was young and I just wanted a job, OK. But at the last minute I couldn't go through with it so they let me be the guy who comes in to fix the copier but can't 'cause there's people havin' sex on it.
Phoebe: I'm not. I'm praying. (looking up) Please let the Knicks win... Thank you Thor! (Mike is standing up) Where... where are you going?
Joey: Ah, let me see! (she hands him a pile of tissues) Damn, that's a lot of guys! Are you a little slutty?
Phoebe: Oh, hey, hey Nick the boxer lets see what you got. All right ya, put em up. Come on. (they start shadow boxing)
JOEY: I don't know, you see somethin', you hear a word, I thought that's what it was. Let me see it again.
Gunther: Let it be me! Let it be me!
Joey: No, no, no more! I cannot lose another dime! Im serious this time! In-in fact, look, theres aI wanna give you something. And let me give it too you know before I pawn it for Cups money. (He rolls the big white dog over) Now, I want you to have the big white dog as a kinda of a, yknow, thank you for being such a great roommate.
Phoebe: (turning around and picking a cup off of a table) Oh, hey, look, I found coffee! (handing her the cup) Okay, lets skedaddle.
Rachel: Awe! (Emma laughs) Oh my God! Looks, she’s a little dare-devil! Oh, let me push, can I push?
Monica: Oh! (Gets up) Lets see, well if this is the wedding hall then umm (Walks away) youre parents will be at home in Queens.
Phoebe: Im going to let him.
Joey: All right, lets get me back up there! (Holds out his picture.)
Joey: A handsome man enters. (Playing the part of the handsome man.) Hey! How's it going guys? I don't know what you two were talking about, but I'd like to say thanks to both of you. You, (Ross) you wouldn't let me give up on myself, and you (Chandler) well you co-created Fireball. The end.
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."
Male Jeweler: Okay, I can let it go at eight.
Chandler: All right. Yes. Okay. I get your point. But if its not your bra will you just let the woman clean the apartment?!
Monica: Okay, lets start with the free messages outside the UN.
Ross: Well then a small one!! Listen, lets, we kinda have to get going!
JOEY: No no, uh, don't thank me for comin' in. Uh, at least let me finish. Uh, we could take the expressway but uh, this time of day you're better off taking the budge. You were goin' for the word bridge there weren't ya. I'll have a good day. [gets up and leaves]
Chandler: Ladies, ladies, lets just compromise okay? Phoebe, Rachel take off Monicas bra.
Chandler: At least let me smoke it to the good part.
Rachel: All right, lets go!
Kate: Nooo. And theres really no reason he should find out, so ah lets not make a big deal about it, okay?
Frank: Yeah, so we just thought wed stop by and let you know theres still no pressure.
Joey: You know, on the one hand you're happy for them, but on the other hand it's hard to let go.
Phoebe: All right, all right, well just do our best. Okay? So lets say Im the interviewer and Im meeting you for the first time. Okay. "Hi! Come on in, Im uh, Regina Philange."
Rachel: Okay, let me just get a cup of coffee.
Chandler: Okay, lets play my game now.
Joey: Let me see. (goes over and looks at the form) Oh, right.
CHANDLER: Yeah, he let us drive his Jaguar. Joey for 12 blocks, me for 15.
The Director: All right! Lets try this again! You ready Joe?
Monica: (Angrily.) You can let some of them go by!(Judy and Andrea go to the front of the chapel. Joey approaches Monica.)
MONICA: Finger cramp. Oh God, sorry. Here, let me get that mom.
RACH: And I'm in it? Then let me read it.
(Rachel is slowing trying to leave and let them talk.)
Joey: When that guy was robbing us, and I was locked in the entertainment unit for like six hours, you know what I was doing in there all that time? I was thinking about how I let you down!
Joey: Would you let it go Ross. It was just a dream. It doesn't mean...
Joey: Hey Gunther, dont let that guy in here anymore! He just said Phoebes a porn star!
Monica: I mean, why should I let them meet him? I mean, I bring a guy home, and within five minutes they're all over him. I mean, they're like- coyotes, picking off the weak members of the herd.
Ross: All right! You go get him! Lets go!
Rachel: (taking the brush back) Okay. Lets use this brush. (Hands him another one.)
Joey: Hey! I'm in, they're gonna let me audition!
Phoebe: (sees Rachel's face) What? Did you go to a costume party? Let me guess umm Pancho Vila? (Points at Rachel) and you're Bob Saget. (An old lady has sat down at the slot machine Phoebe was just at.)
Monica: Let me ask you a question.