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.
Joey: Oh come on Ross! Hey Ross-Ross dont
Phoebe: Oh stop it.
Frank Sr.: I can't believe this. I justI can't believe this. How-howOh my God. How long ago?
Phoebe: Oh my God!
Rachel: (on phone) Oh my God! Oh my God! Thank you! (Hangs up) That was the fire department, there was a fire at our place!
Rachel: Oh God.
Mona: (seeing Ross) Oh my God! Ross!!!
Chandler: Oh relax man, relax. Youre looking a little flushed.
Phoebe: Oh okay. How about the whole "man walking on the moon" thing. You know? You. you could. You could see the strings people!
Phoebe: Oh there it is.
Mr. Zelner: Oh I think its best that I speak first.
Phoebe: Oh yeah well, Im sorry about that too, but what are you going to do?
Ross: (faking starting to cry) Oh God youre right.
Ross: (in his head) Oh my God! That's Rachel naked! I can't look at that! I am looking at this. (Looks back at his book.) Okay, vivid colors, expressive brush strokesUnless she wants me to be looking at that. She knows I'm home. She knows I can see her. What kind of game is she playing? I think maybe someone's lonely tonight. Oh-ho, Dr. Geller! Stop it! You're being silly! Or, am I?
MONICA: Ok people, I want you to take a piece of paper, here you go, and write down your most embarassing memory. Oh, and I do ask that when you're not using the markers, you put the caps back on them because they will dry out.
Joey: Oh (To Chandler) Can you imagine if I hadnt left you that last one? You two mightve never gotten together. Ooh-ooh! Could you imagine if I sent that hooker up to the room like I was gonna?! Its like it was in the stars!
Joey: Oh great, that'd be great. Thank you.
Rachel: Oh
Joey: Oh.. man..
Amy with straight hair: Oh she's precious. Do you ever worry she's going to get your real nose?
Rachel: (to Ross) Oh my God!! (she turns around and hugs Mark, not Ross)
Rachel: Oh yeah. Thats a great story.
Aunt Lisa: Oh that is so sweet!
Phoebe: Oh look its Parker!
Ross: Oh, no, Mom, its just Monica this year.
Ross: Oh! ...Yeah, they were gross. Oh, you know what I loved? Her Sweet 'n' Los. How she was always stealing them from- from restaurants.
Mrs. Geller: (crying) Oh Ross
Phoebe: Oh my God! Oh my God!
Phoebe: Oh thank God.
Chandler: Oh, I am no women, but that is one tasty dish. (Phoebe walks in.)
Phoebe: Rachel? Oh, good. Hey, by the way, did you just get on the plane?
Ross: Let me see that! (Grabs the invitation and reads it.) Oh man!
Monica: Oh, come on.
Rachel to Emma: Oh Emma. This is going to be your first Thanksgiving. What are you thankful for? Mommy's bobbies.
Rachel: Hey! Oh Joey, honey listen, thank you for talking to my yesterday about that thing with my boss. That really meant a lot.
Phoebe: Oh! These are the ones I was looking at in the store. (she got earrings)
Phoebe: Oh. Finally! Oh. (Sits back in relief.)
Rachel: Ohh! Thats so sweet of you! Oh yum! (Takes a bite out of the sandwich and starts to get sick.) Did you put pickles on this?
ROSS: Oh look, a low budget puppet show.
Rachel: Oh sure Ross, yeah. If I have a heart attack in a restaurant, I want you there with your fossil brush.
Ross: Oh, why dont you make her one of your little jokes.
Ross: Oh, veto. How aboutOoh, I like Ruth! What about Ruth?
Chandler: Oh, and dont get me wrong, I appreciate the sentiment. Its just that I, I have a rather, sensitive posterior, and ah, besides, its making all the other guys jealous.
Rachel: Oh! Yay! Look! Theres a piece that doesnt have floor on it!
The Interviewer: Oh! I like that. Whats your name?
Rachel: Oh, Joey! Sorry!
Rachel: Oh Amy, don't cry Amy. Um.. Ross, could I talk to you in private?
Phoebe: Oh, look look look. The last candle's about to burn out. 10, 9, 8, 7... (time lapse)... negative 46, negative 47, negative 48.... (someone blows it out, the room gets completely dark)
Guy: (To Phoebe) Oh, excuse me! I think you dropped s (looks at Phoebe.) Wow!
WAITER: Oh my God! Someone, he's choking. Is anyone here a doctor?
Phoebe: Oh, please!
Phoebe: Thank you. (To the other woman) No? (She nods.) All right. (She goes to another pairing.) Oh, its so nice to see you.
Rachel: Oh my God, Jill!
Jill: Oh my God, Rachel!
Joey: What?!?! Oh dear God!
Joey: Oh? Oh! Okay! Okay! Lets hear their plan! Now, whats the future look like for Dina and Bobby?
Ross: Phoebe, oh my God! Wh-wh-what are you doing here?
Passenger: (Frustrated he takes his headphones off.) Oh, oh oh!! Im sorry, can I interrupt? You know I just want to say..That you are a horrible, horrible person.
Joey: Oh great! Great! Thank you. (They shake hands.)
Monica: Oh my God, your mother!
Joey: (behind them) Oh!! Shrimp toast! (Walks right past the little group on his way for the shrimp toast.)
Mrs. Green: Oh, hello Monica.
Ross: Oh cool!
Phoebe: I like our way. Oh! (Grabs a piece and jumps a bunch of Joeys like in Checkers.) Chess!
Trudie Styler: Oh Im sorry, Jacks father is not available.
Phoebe: Oh yeah? Well, let's see. (she takes her mobile phone) Ok, duck down. (they both get down to hide themselves. Phoebe calls Chandler)
Rachel: Why don't you just marry her? Oh no, wait a minute you can't, I'm sorry I forgot, she's not a lesbian.
Phoebe: Oh, I told the stripper to be here at five. Thats good right?
Joey: Oh. Are you sure you don't want to come? Tom Hanks, Meg Ryan, they get mail and stuff.
Mrs. Green: Oh Rachel!
Ross: Oh great! That means Im stuck with, "So, we were watching you in there (Points to the TV) and you were sittin right here! Whoa!"
Chandler: Oh come on Ross, I think were all losers here.
Chandler: Let me think. Let me thinkOh! I dont care.
Ross: Oh, what are you going to do, follow me down there?
Monica: Chandler, if you thought I was going to get you porn for Valentines Day (pulls a video out of a basket) you were right! Apparently, its about a young girl who moves to the big city, you know, in search of stardom, but ends up having sex with a lot of guys! Yeah, it got four starts! (looks closer) Oh, wait a minute. Those arent stars. Anyway, you want to take a look?
Rachel: Oh yeah. Okay, see mom, the truth is I can do this on my own.
RACHEL: Oh honey, are you jealous of Paolo? Oh, c'mon, I'm so much happier with you than I ever was with him.
Mrs. Green: Oh look.
Mrs. Green: Oh youre gonna do that ten times a day?
Chandler: (annoyed) Oh come on!!
Monica: Oh my god, I am losing my mind.
Ross: Oh the bands ready! And wellI-Iwe gotta do what the band says, right? I dont care about the stinkin band!!
Hums While He Pees: I know its really lame, but I got these tickets from my boss andOh no! No! No! My God!
Ross: Oh. (Rachel and he start to stand up.)
Chandler: Oh my God, introduce us!
Amy: Oh my god. You're on Days of Our Lives.
Monica: (reading) Oh dear God!
Monica: Oh my God, this is horrible!
Phoebe: Oh hey, Monica, I heard you saw Donald Trump at your convention.
Phoebe: Oh, oh, but y'know, you always see these really beautiful women with these really nothing guys, you could be one of those guys.
Rachel: (stopping him) Oh, wait Ross! Im sorry, one more thing!
Rachel: Really?! Oh my God! Im successful!
Rachel: Oh.
Ross: Oh.
Ross: Oh, okay.
Phoebe: Oh, no. Don't you hate it when people aren't there for you?
Rachel: Oh my God! Im standing at a cash register, holding a credit card, and Im bored.
Rachel: Oh yeah! Actually, thats one of the reasons why were not a couple.
Phoebe: Hey! Oh, how did baby shopping go?
Rachel: Oh yeah! You reallyYou look great.