words in movies
Phoebe: Oh my God! Youre getting a massage! You never let me massage you!!
Joey: Oh my, oh my God!
Ross: My God, the babys kicking. Thats great. Although I kinda wish I-I wouldve been there to feel the kicking for the first time yknow.
Monica: Oh God Phoebe!! (Phoebe covers one ear.) Oh thats it! Thats it! Right there! Oh! (Tries to cover the other ear.) Ooooh-oooh-ooooh (Covers both ears and continues the massage with her elbows.)
Rachel: Okay. Oh GodOw!Oo!
Ross: Oh. Oh. Thank God, most women dont even feel them.
Joey: Uh, really good. Really good. Yeah, I should be ready to kill myself any day now. (Chandler returns with a bobby pin and hands it to Joey.) Wow, you sure found that quick. (He tries the pin in the lock.) I justI wish I didnt feel this way about Rachel anymore, yknow? I wish things could go back to normal. I mean, I love living with her and God, helping out with the baby is just amazing, but now I think I think Ross feels left out. Yknow? When I had to take Rachel to the hospital, the doctor thought I was the father. God You shouldve seen the look on Rosss face. (Pause) By the way, I have no idea what Im doing here. For all I know Im just locking it more. Oh hey, did you try opening it with a credit card?
Phoebe: Really? Theres nothing sexual about this? (Sexily) Oooh. Oo God! Ohh. Ohhhh. Ohh. (Some cute guy is watching closely.) (To him) What are you looking at?! (Pause) I mean hi.
Monica: Oh myThis is so embarrassing. Oh my God, Im never gonna get massaged again!
Chandler: Not to shabby, I got this all off myself using my wifes tools. (He takes the door off the frame and we finally get to see whats behind the green door! It is stacked, floor to ceiling, with junk.) Oh my God!
Monica: Oh God!
Charlie: Oh my God! Did you talk to him?
Joey: Oh! Hey! Thank God you guys are here!
Ross: What, oh my God. What did you do?
Chandler: (at the laptop) Oh, no, no, no dear God, no!
Phoebe: Oh my God! So was she! Oh, Ive got-Ive got goose bumps. (She holds out her arm.)
CHANDLER: Yes, back then I, uh, used humor as a defense mechanism. Thank God I don't do that anymore.
Phoebe: Yes! I do! All the time! I love them! Oh my God! I did it! Its me! Its me! I burned down the house! I burned down the house!
Ross: Oh my God, I love you.
Charlie: Oh my God, this is so cool!
Monica: Oh my God, he's gonna do it now. Please, I cannot watch this, let's go.
Phoebe: Oh my God, Mike!
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.
Charlie: Oh my God! (pauses) I'm your groupie!
Ross: Oh my God, wh-what happened?
Monica: Oh my God! You're good!
Chandler: And I don't wanna say this, I don't you guys to hate me, but uh, I don't think, I can be around that dog anymore. Okay, so either the dog goes, or I go. (An awkward silence ensues.) Oh my god!!
Monica: Oh my God, that's Charlie!
Joey: Oh my God, it's Ross. What are we gonna do?
Rachel: Oh God! Alright, fine. You know what Joey, forget it. When we go back to New York, I will tell him.
Ross: (gasps) Hi... There she is. Hi Emma. Oh my God, I missed you. (kisses her) Oh Emma, I missed you so much. Hey... Did you have a good time with grandma Green? Huh? Did she give you a bottle of anti-depressants again to use as a rattle? (to Rachel)
Phoebe: Damn it woman, pull yourself together! Have some pride, for the love of God.
Precious: Oh, my God, maybe you're right. Maybe I don't need him. I deserve to be treated with respect.
Phoebe: Oh my god, Frank, are you thinking of leaving? Because I didn't have those triplets so you could just run out on them!
Monica: Oh my god!
Rachel: Oh my god, are we supposed to answer?
Charlie: God, Rachel, what Ross just said that is just so..
Monica: Oh My God!
Phoebe: (Also gets up and starts taking her purse) Oh my God. Was Mike with him?
Rachel: What? Oh my God! I'm so sorry. Joey? Are you ok?
Ross: We are four short of a bush-o (pause). God I feel so alive, I love being in the country!
DR. BURKE: OK. You better. Oh God, here we go. Hey wanna see 'em go nuts? Watch this. [grabbing some wine glasses and opening the door to the party] Who needs glasses? [everyone laughs]
Rachel: Ross, what are you talking about? (she sees the cake) oh! Oh my God! They put my baby’s face on a penis!
Rachel: Yeah! If you don't I will! Of course your body's gonna change. Your breasts are gonna get bigger, your ass is gonna get bigger, you're gonna lose bladder control. (she starts sobbing) God! It's just such a magical time!
Rachel: OOH! God! Sorry!
Ross: (to Joey) Oh my God!
Rachel: God!
Rachel: What? Oh my God! To who?
Monica: Oh my God, Mike was gonna propose?
Phoebe: Oh, god. So adorable. Look at them sleeping there like angels.
Rachel: Oh my God, Oh my God, here comes Ross. He's gonna flip out.
Rachel: My God!
Phoebe: Oh my God!
Benjamin: Charlie! My God, you look absolutely stunning!
Monica: I dont believe this! Wow, look at this refrigerator! Its gigantic! I mean I could live in this thing! Id be cold, but Im always cold. Oh my God, look at these spider burners! I love spider burners.
Charlie: Oh my God, I completely forgot! (they laugh) Oh my God! I can't believe they let us back in this place! (they laugh more, and Ross start laughing too).
Monica: Oh my God!
Rachel: God, isn't this exciting? I earned this. I wiped tables for it, I steamed milk for it, and it was totally(opens envelope)not worth it. Who's FICA? Why's he getting all my money? I mean, what- Chandler, look at that.
Rachel: Ok, careful, ok. (Emma giggles) Oh, she’s smiling! Oh my God, she does like it!
Rachel: Oh my God, what!?
Monica: Oh my God, the adoption lady is early!
Rachel: I know (she touches Emma’s head) but they’re just so beautiful! Oh, my God, I just pulled one out.
Rachel: Ok. Oh God. (To Ross) Get the camera, it’s in the diaper bag.
Mike (to the charity guy): Oh my God, I love your shirt!
Rachel: Oh, oh Ross, oh my God, are you okay?
Monica: Hello...? Oh hi... Oh my God...! Really...? I can't wait to tell Chandler... Ok, goodbye. (hangs up)
Laura: Oh my God!
Rachel: Oh, God. This is bad. This is so bad.
Rachel: Youre right. Youre right. I mean Im about to have a baby, I can tell my mother that I dont want her to just be sleeping on my couch! Oh my God! Shes gonna want to sleep in my bed with me. This cannot happen!
Chandler: Oh my God!
Chandler: (relieved) Oh thank God!
Rachel: (pretends to be stunned) Oh! Wi... in the dres... in the dressing room!? Well, that's so weird! Phoebe and I were just trying on clothes in the dressing room. God it's just such a small world!
Ross: Eh..actually no, I don't need to because your little "Ross is dead" joke didn't work, ok, there were no responses. Nobody posted anything on the website, nobody called my parents, so the joke my friend is on you. Nobody called, nobody wrote anything, nobody cares that I'm dead. (silence) Oh my God! Nobody cares that I'm dead!?
Monica: Ohhh! Let me see! Oh God, I can't believe this! They're an hour late and they're just staying out there, talking!
Ross: (to Joey, who is wearing a blue, 3 foot hand) FOR THE LOVE OF GOD TAKE IT OFF!! (takes it off his hand and throws it on the floor)
Charlie: Oh God! I am so sorry, but... (she puts her hand on Ross's cheek) I mean it's... there's so much history between us, you know...
Monica: (to Chandler) Oh my God. That was so amazing! When did you (pause) Hold on! I almost forgot (she turns to Mike) loser! (back to Chandler) When did you stop sucking?
Monica: Oh my God. She's gonna pick us!
Monica: God works in mysterious ways.
Phoebe: Thank God you’re here. Listen to this!
Rachel: My God, get a room!
Monica: God bless you Chandler Bing!
Phoebe: Yeah! I mean, I don't know. I was just , I was looking, I was looking in his eyes and I was just thinking: Oh my God! It's David. David's here. He's just, he's so irresistible.
Rachel: Oh God. What about you, Joe? What would you give up, sex or food?
Phoebe: Oh, thank God, 'cause that thing's really creepy! (looking outside the window) Look, there's Chandler. (he's on the street, talking to a woman)
Phoebe: Oh my God! Monica's gonna totally freak out!
Monica: Okay. Right. Oh my God that is gonna be so hard.
Ross: Oh my God.
Monica: Hey, did you get the turkey bast-Oh my God! Oh my God! (She sees someone is stuck in the turkey.) Who is that?
Monica: In one year?! My God what did she eat? Her-her family! Thats not the point.
Monica: Oh my God, it's gonna WORK! We're gonna make it work! I'm gonna be a mummy and (to Chandler) you're gonna be a daddy! All right, I'll see you suckers. I'm gonna get me... A BABY! {she leaves)
Rachel: O-oh my God!
Monica: Oh my God! My God! We've got the house !?
Monica: Oh my God!
Rachel: Oh. Look at you making up crap for me. Oh God! (Starts another contraction as Dr. Long enters.)
Monica: Oh my God! That's wild!
Phoebe: Oh God no, I don't wanna see him take his clothes off!
Monica: Oh my God, this man is gonna get naked in my apartment!
Ross: Of course you would, your brains are smaller than mine!! (Rachel nods) Man, I can't compete with the guys she goes out with, they are so out of my league! oh my God!
Phoebe: Oh, God!
Monica: Oh my God Rach. Bean bag chairs.
Phoebe: Uhuh, uhuh... Oh my God! This is really happening.
Phoebe: (starting to panic) Oh my God, everything is such a mess. Why is this happening to me?
Ross: OH MY GOD!
Monica: Oh thanks. (Reading the bill) Champagne, strawberries Oh my God! I cant believe Chandler ordered porn on our wedding night!
Monica (rolling her eyes): oh God.
Phoebe: Oh my God, what's it doing here?
Chandler: Id like to toast, Ross and Emily. Of course, my big toast will be tomorrow at the wedding, so this is kind of my little toast or Melba toast, if you will. (No one in the room laughs. He starts to get flustered.) Okay. I known Ross for a long time. In fact, I knew him when he was going out with his first girlfriend. (Ross looks embarrassed.) And I thought things were going to work out for him..Until the day he over inflated her. (He laughs. Jack looks at Judy and no one in the room laughs.) Ohh, Dear God.. (A cellular phone rings.)
Will: God we were lame back then. Do you remember how into dinosaurs we were?
Mike: My God! Aren't you freezing?
Rachel: Oh my God! That's my boss. You have to seat us somewhere else.