words in movies
Rachel: Oh, what is wrong with me lately? I mean its like every guy I seeI mean look here. (Points behind them) Look at that guy for example, I mean normally thats not someone I would-would be attracted to, but right now, with the way Im feeling, all I want to do is rip off his sweatpants and fanny pack.
Phoebe: Oh absolutely yeah! Oh and keep in mind, now, I was carrying triplets so in, yknow, medical terms I was-I was thrice as randy.
Ross: Oh great! Hey-hey Joey, do you want to check out pictures of me and Mona ice skating?
Joey: Oh uh, ordinarily I would love too, but I am just swamped right now. (Brushes something off of his shirt and looks around, but doesnt move from his chair.)
Mona: Oh yeah, probably at the end. (Flips to the end.) Oh my God! He only took pictures of my breasts!
Mona: Oh, I gotta get to work. So call me later?
Doug: Oh well, give it time. So the divorce, the marriage, weve got a lot to celebrate. How about we all go out to dinner tomorrow night?
Chandler: Oh yeah. Boy, urine cuts right through an ice sculpture doesnt it?
Mona: Oh yknow, I didnt think of it that way. Youre right. Youre right. So, can I ask you a question?
Rachel: Oh, okay. Hey, can I ask you a question? Was it me, or-or was the guy who took my blood sample really cute? Yknow who Im talking about, bald haircut, hairy fingers (Stops when she realizes it was her.)
Rachel: Oh, really, really good. But enough about me, come on! Where-where are you from? What do you do?
Rachel: Oh, I love to ski! How amazing is this?!
Phoebe: Oh hey! So, how did your doctors appointment go?
Phoebe: Oh my God.
Monica: Oh yeah, the Evander Holyfield phase. Oh man you were so hard up you practically came on to me.
Phoebe: Oh yeah? Come and get it.
Rachel: Oh hey! Hey Ross! Hey hows it, hows it going with you and Mona? Are you guys still together?
Ross: Oh yeah, yeah were moving forward. Youll be getting our card!
Chandler: Oh uh, as it turns out, we cant do it. Monica has to work.
Doug: Oh, my ex-wife didnt work, unless you call turning into her mother work. Fine. Tomorrow night then.
Chandler: Oh uh well tomorrows no good for her either.
Doug: Oh? Why not?
Chandler: Oh no-no-no, Monica would freak. (Doug looks at him.) But to hell with that bitch.
Ross: Oh great, I live on the street.
Doug: Oh Bing, look at those twin sisters dancing together. Let me buy you a lap dance with those girls. Huh?
Chandler: Oh thats all right sir, and thats just one girl.
Chandler: Oh no-no-no!
Doug: Oh yeah-yeah-yeah, yknow I did it and I felt a hell of a lot better and if you whip it just right you might hit a seagull in the head.
Ross: Okay, and oh Im gonna need a bunch of extra keys. Apparently I give them away for no reason at all.
Joey: Oh, whats wrong?
Rachel: Oh you really, you really just dont want to hear about it.
Monica: Oh hey Joey! We've been watching all day, when are you gonna be on TV?
All: Oh my God! Whoah!
Chandler: Oh, I'm sorry, so 'we' is?
Chandler: Oh well, thats uh, a little later than I uh, generally care to stay, but sure!
Ross: Look Chandler, Monica is really weird about this kind stuff all right. Believe me, I lived with her for 16 years. She is going to freak out. Oh my God, she's going to sit on you.
Ross: Yeah! I know! It was. Oh the only sad thing is I wasnt around when it happened for the first time.
Aurora: Okay. Oh no, I have to.
Monica: (stands up to hand Emma back) Oh no no no no!
All: Oh!
PHOEBE: I know. Oh, like you would drink her coffee after what you did to her with Van Damme.
Rachel: Ohh! This is so exciting! Oh God (Gasps and starts to sing) Come and knock on my door
Chandler: Little baby girl Chandler, where I have heard that before? Oh right, Coach Ruben. (Tries to get her to drink a little more from the bottle when he suddenly smells something. Its times like these Im glad Smell-O-Vision hasnt been invented.) Do you know what Pheebs? When youre done over there, we kinda have a situation over here too. (Phoebe is changing hers.)
Joey: Oh my God! Thats huge! (Hugs him.) Wait a minute, why come I wasnt invited? And who was going to be your best man? Dont say, "Ross." Do not say, "Ross."
Chandler: Oh, great. This is just...
Joey: Oh, ah- the kid has it.
Monica: Hello? (Listens) Oh yes, one minute please. (To Phoebe) Its for you. Its the fire inspector.
Phoebe: Oh, Rachel.
ERNIE: Oh wow, look at this nice deep hole I've been digging. Hey Bert, isn't this a nice hole here. Hey.
Ross: Emily? Emily! Oh my God! Oh my God, it's Emily! (He picks up a lamp and hands it to Chandler, for no reason.) It's Emily everyone! Shush-shush-shhst! (to Emily) Hi!
Ross: Oh. Hel-lo!
Monica: Oh. (turns and looks at Joey, who gives a way-to-go thumbs up and smile.)
Rachel: Oh! Well, um.. (Grabs his forehand) You've got plugs!
Monica: Oh, okay. Here, why dont you let me do it?
Monica: Oh my God! I love him!
Joey: Oh we kissed it up real nice.
Phoebe's Assistant: Oh, here comes your 3:00. I don't mean to sound unprofessional, but, yum (walks out, Paolo enters)
ROSS: OK, got the music, got the dinner. Oh and check it out, I made Marcel's favorite dish, banannacake.
Doctor: Oh my. Were gonna need to take you straight to the delivery room.
Monica: Oh, is everything in the car?
Ross: Oh, 's'funny, really? Um, I don't remember you making any sperm.
Paolo: Oh!
Ross: Oh.. oh... oh.
Phoebe: Oh, he needed some time to grieve.
Phoebe: No, no, no, oh no-no-no, its has to be 800. (picks up the instruction manual to check the phone number) Cause all those big companies have 800 numbers, every one. (Finds the number) Yeah, every big Utah-based company has one.
Rachel: Oh excuse me! Am I ruining my life?
Monica: Oh God!
Gary: (disappointed) Oh. Oh-oh-okay, I get it.
Phoebe: Oh, that sucks!
Rachel: Oh... Italy, I think.
Shelley: Oh! Okay! Phew!
Ross: Oh my God..
Phoebe: Oh, okay! (reading) "Would I go back to Allesandros? Sure, but Id have to order two meals, one for me and one for the guy pointing the gun to my head." (to Monica) Wow! You really laid into this place.
Rachel: Oh, you-you mean your earrings?
Rachel: Oh, no-no-no-no-no-no, that's OK, I don't need them. I'm going for fours.
Chandler: Oh, yeah! Thanks for inventing the lottery!
Phoebe: Oh, it's so hard to get rid of stuff! Did you and Chandler have to make compromises when you first moved in together?
Joey: Look, I just need a wire something to jimmy it. Oh hey, one of you guys give me the underwire from your bra!
Monica: Oh, I think so.
Joey: Oh Monica. (goes over and hugs her, then looks at the form and stops hugging her.) Wow, this guy's an astronaut. That would've been cool, (sees Monica) for like a day. (hugs her again).
Phoebe: Yeah. Oh, can I come?
Mona: Oh my God! Oh my God! Im so sorry!
Rachel: Oh God, oh. Great, Monica, y'know what, you could've called, I have been up here, I've been worried...
Fake Monica: Oh. Thanks.
Rachel: Oh my god, oh, you guys are great.
Rachel: Oh my god.
Ross: Oh, I hate this story.
Joey: Oh. What?
Monica: Hello? Hello? Oh! Rachel, it's Paolo calling from Rome.
The Singing Man: Oh come on! Mornings here! (Starts singing) Mornings here! The morning is here! Sunshine is here!
Rachel: Oh? Yeah! Sure!
Ross: Oh, please. I am not singing to your stomach, ok?
Phoebe: Oh... Milwaukee.
Monica: Oh, right! I completely forgot about that.
Joey: Oh, I will.
The Director: Oh thats great! Okay, well Ive heard everything I need to hear. I just need to uh, Leslie
Phoebe: Oh, Im so sorry. Um, and maybe Im wrong! I butyknow Im gonna go out with him again, Ill find out more.
Ross: Oh, she didn't think it would be that big of deal.
RACH: Oh, right, clink. [downs her glass]
Phoebe: Oh, oh, good.
Girl: Yeah. (she gets up, notices something behind Joey) Oh.
Ross: Oh come on. It's cold, it's dark, he doesn't know the Village. (Kicks a sign in frustration) And now I have a broken foot. I have no monkey, and a broken foot! Thank you very much.
Phoebe: Uh-huh. Oh, yeah, I could write about the time my hair did that "Woo-hoo" thing.
Rachel: I don't know. I don't know... I thought about it all the way there, and I thought about it all the way back... and, uh, oh, you guys, y'know, it's Ross. Y'know what I mean? I mean, it's Ross.
Chandler: Oh, yeah. I'd marry him just for his David Hasselhof impression alone. You know I'm gonna be doing that at parties, right? (Does the impression)
Phoebe: Oh yeah, right now.
Monica: Oh, I love this street. The trees, the big front yards, the actual picket fences.
Phoebe: Oh don't do that.
Phoebe: Oh no no.
Joey: But I counted, you're not supposed to live here! Oh man! (Runs away.)
Monica: (in her Monica-excited-way... TOO LOUD!) Oh my God, I love how thin these walls are!
Charlie: Oh wait, Joey and I are supposed to have dinner (Looks at Joey).
Monica: Oh. Monica! ...Hi. I'm Mo- ...nana.
Rachel: Since when do take naps in that position. Oh God Monica, tell me you were waiting for a guy! Please tell me you were waiting for a guy!
Janice: Oh, no. Oh, no.
Ross: Oh, oh, we did say wed stop by this little thing Joeys roommate is having.
Monica: (Excited) Oh my God, can you believe we are surrounded by all this? I can barely control myself.
Rachel: Oh...see... but Joanne loved Chachi! That's the difference!
Rachel: OH! And the year before that, when you set up that nighttime tour of that button factory?
Joey: Monicas chicken parm! Ill take care of it. (He picks up the phone) Hey Mr. Treeger, its Joey Tribbiani. Listen, I need to get into Monica and Chandlers apartment. Its an emergency. (Listens) Uhh, gas leak! Yeah oh, and bring garlic bread. (Hangs up.)
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!
Monica: Oh, we used to drive each other crazy playing the shadow game.
Phoebe: Oh, see, Jack did love the cow.
Don: Well, Octavio, 27&7Oh! And theres this great little place, Alessandros.
Rachel: Oh! I have your key. Here you go. (Hands it to Monica.)
Phoebe: Oh, poor little Tooty is scared to death. We should find his owner.
Rachel: Oh, she's coming up! She's coming up! (Turns on the TV)
Ross: Oh, please...
Rachel: Oh, hi sweetie. (They kiss)
Phoebe: (spitting the cookie out onto a napkin) Oh, sweet Je(Beep)sus! Oh! Monica, these are the (laughing) cookies they serve in hell!
Monica: Oh, George, baby, drop the towel!