words in movies
Rachel: Okay, okay, I checked. We have: Earl Grey, English Breakfast, Cinnamon Stick, Camomile, Mint Medley, Blackberry, and.. oh, wait, there's one more, um.. Lemon Soother. You're not the guy that asked for the tea, are you? (Guy shakes his head) Okay.
Rachel: Thank you. (Examines it) Oh, cool! Free sample of coffee!
Monica: Oh good! 'Cause where else would we get any?
Rachel: Oh. Right. ...Oh great.
Rachel: Country club newsletter. My mother sends me the engagement notices for 'inspiration.' Oh my God! Oh my God, it's Barry and Mindy!
Rachel: Mindy, my maid of. Oh!
Rachel: Oh, I'm sorry. Oh, this is so stupid! I mean, I gave Barry up, right? I should be happy for them! I am, I'm happy for them.
Rachel: No. Oh, oh, I guess it would be different if I were- with somebody.
Rachel: Oh, I don't know. I guess it's not about no guys, it's about the right guy, y'know? I mean, with Barry, it was safe and it was easy, but there was no heat. With Paolo, that's all there was, was heat! And it was just this raw, animal, sexual...
Monica: Oh, hang on, hang on. Does Aunt Monica get a say in this?
Ross: 'Pwease, Aunt Monica, pwease?' Oh, unclench. You're not even gonna be there.
Rachel: Now, now the one in the feather boa, that's Dr. Francis. Now, she used to be a man. Okay, now look, see, there's Raven. We hate her. We're glad she's dying. Okay- (Marcel pushes down a cushion to reveal a shoe) Wh- wh- Marcel, are you playing with Monica's shoes? You know you're not supposed to pl- whoah. Marcel, did you poo in the shoe? (Takes the shoe into the kitchen) Marcel, bad monkey! Oh! Oh! (She notices the newsletter and taps the contents of the shoes onto it, then folds it shut) Sorry, Barry. Little engagement gift. I'm sure you didn't register for that. (She leaves the apartment holding the newsletter at arm's length. However, she leaves the door open. Marcel runs out in the opposite direction. There is a shot from the TV and Rachel runs back in) Who died? Who died? Roll him over! Oh, c'mon, roll him over! Oh...! Well, we know it wasn't Dexter, right Marcel? Because- (Looks down and notices he is missing) Marcel? Marc- (Notices the open door)
Rachel: Oh. Oh, those little clunky Amish things you think go with everything.
Phoebe: Oh no, how?
Rachel: Oh, my, God, c'mon, you guys! He's gonna be home any minute! He's gonna kill me!
Rachel: Anybody wanna trade? Oh...
Rachel: Oh, I would love some. But y'know what? Y'know what? Let's not drink it here. I'm feeling kinda crazy. You wanna go to Newark?
Rachel: Oh God, Ross, I cannot do this.
Rachel: Oh God... Okay. Alright. Alright. Okay. Ross, please don't hate me.
Ross: Oh, what? What-what?
Rachel: (Tearfully) Ross, I'm doing everything that I can, I've got everybody looking for him, and I- (Door buzzer goes and she runs to get it) Oh! Who is it?
Rachel: Oh, y'know what? That was a complete misunderstanding! (Ross puts his arms around her and they act all sweetness and light)
Phoebe: Oh, is that who the monkey's named after?
Phoebe: Oh my God. You'd put that poor little creature in jail?
Luisa: Oh my God, you are! And you're Rachel Green!
Rachel: Luisa? Oh my God! Monica! It's Luisa!
Monica: Oh, I'm- I'm so sorry!
Joey: Oh. Then, no.
Chandler: Oh, nononowaitwaitwaitnono! Uh... we may not know anything about radiators per se, but we do have a certain amount of expertise in the heating and cooling... mileu.
Phoebe: Oh, it's okay, it was just my left leg.
Phoebe: Yeah! Oh, c'mere, Marcel! Oh, Marcel, c'mere!
Phoebe: Yeah, think so. Oh! (She notices the tranquiliser dart has hit her in the butt and removes it) Huh. (Sways back) Whoah.
Monica: Oh gosh.
Ross: Marc- oh, this is ridiculous! We've been all over the neighbourhood. He's gone, he's-he's just gone.
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.
Rachel: Ross, I said I'm sorry like a million times. What do you want me to do? You want me to break my foot too? Okay, I'm gonna break my foot, right here. (Kicks the sign) Ow!! Oh! Oh my God, oh my God! There, are you happy now?!
Ross: Oh, no no no. Nono, this is just vintage Rachel. I mean, things just sort of happen around you. I mean, you're off in Rachel-land, doing your Rachel-thing, totally oblivious to people's monkeys, or to people's feelings...
Ross: Oh, forget it, okay?
Phoebe: Oh, this is so intense. One side of my butt is totally asleep, and the other side has no idea.
Rachel: Oh, c'mon, Luisa!
Rachel: Oh, Ross, c'mon. It's my fault, I almost lost your...
Ross and Rachel: Oh!
Phoebe: Oh. Oooh! Ooh! Ooh! (She stands up and starts to dance around) Ooh! My butt cheek is waking up! Oooh! Ooh!
JOEY: Oh yeah yeah. I process. People want the processing, I'm the one they call.
Rachel: Oh. (smiles) Heres your moisturiser. Hi!
Monica: (Into the phone) Hello? Chandler, what's wrong? (She listens) Oh my God, are you alright? (listens some more) Yeah, I'll be right there. (She hangs up and speaks to Amanda) I'm so sorry, but Chandler was in a car accident. (She gets up)
Mrs. Geller: Oh, maybe that's it.
TILLY: I gather by that oh that he told you about me.
Rachel: Oh, well okay. Well, there you go.
Monica: Oh she misunderstood, she thought she was moving to Tulsa.
Doug: Oh, is it the swearing? I mean is it the constant swearing? Because I gotta tell ya, if it is, you can just... kiss my ass!
Rachel: Oh, please!Honey, just the fact that you want me here to support you, I'm...OH MY GOD!Is that Christian Sanders?He's so gorgeous!
Pete: Oh, it's good news. No, it's definitely good news. Hold on a second, I have another call. (clicks his remote) (to his other call) Hey, how's it going?
Phoebe: Oh my God!
Ross: Oh really! Why is that?
Ross: (stopping quickly) Oh umm, theres also a book here by a woman named Wendy Bagina. (They both laugh, but stop when the hear moaning coming from the next aisle.) What is that?
Chandler: Oh, what can happen? I mean, would you (He gestures and spills some of his coffee.)
Rachel: Oh, its okay. (starts to leave)
Margha: Oh, my.
Joey: I thought I did! Oh hey guess what? The premiere is next week and youre all invited! (They all gasp.)
Joey: Well no, Im just in a coma. This must mean I have lines! (Realizes what that means.) Oh
Ross: Oh well. It probably wouldve been the most constructive solution.
Joey: Oh my God Pheebs! Youre gonna have a baby?
GUNTHER: Oh, that's too bad. How'd they do it?
Rachel: Oh, god, I know it, that I freaked you out.
RACH: Oh! I do not have chubby ankles!
Joey: Oh yeah.
Rachel: Oh, Joey, I have such a problem!
Frank Jr.: Oh, you'd be getting a really good one. I mean, you know, he's really funny. Like, the other day he made up this joke.
Ross: Oh, come on, now you know you want em.
JOEY: [peeks back out] Ok, now that your coat is safely in the bedr-, [sees that the coast is clear] oh, ok we can come back out in the living room.
Chandler: Oh my God, how did you do that?
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!
Phoebe: Yeah! Ooh, you should come with me! Oh yeah, then I'd have someone to sit with!
Ross: Oh. (He takes the picture and hugs her.
Phoebe: Oh, I wasnt even thinking about that.
Joey: Oh, yknow what? Its probably just your burnin loins.
Phoebe: Oh! Oh my God!
Phoebe: You saved them! You guys! Oh God, youre the best!
RACHEL: Oh I'm sorry, we're clo-... Hey sailor.
Leader: Oh, yes Elizabeth. Ah, 871.
CHANDLER: Oh, see, I had to tell her that my number was your number, because I couldn't tell her that my number was my number because she thinks that my number is Bob's number.
Chandler: Oh thats great, with my luck, thats gonna be him.
Phoebe: (muffled) Oh, thank you.
All: Oh.
Rachel: Oh, you got me.
Rachel: Oh God, I hate my job, I hate it, I hate my job, I hate it.
Rachel: Oh, that sounds great.
Rachel: Oh thank you so much Mr. Kaplan, thank you so much.
Chandler: Oh, I'm going on the lamb.
Charlie: Oh, I'm sorry, have I made this evening uncomfortable?
Rachel: Oh shoot! I work Monday nights.
Monica: Oh my!!
Ross: Oh, somebodys feeling better.
Joeys Sisters: Oh!!
Monica: Oh my God!
Rachel: Oh yeah, whats it about?
Rachel: (deadpan) Oh look who it is, my husband. The apple of my eye.
All: Oh thatd be great. Sure!
Monica: Oh, but wait I do have a globe.
Monica: Oh, that is amazing!
Chandler: Oh, this is soo bad. (doesnt see Mary-Angela)
Rachel: Oh.
Rachel: Oh, I did!
Phoebe: Oh well y'know. (laughs)
ROSS: Oh, here, I, I'll get it for ya. Whad'ya want?
Joey: Uh, if I may? Umm-umm look, Cliff, you told me a lot of personal stuff about you, right? And maybe-maybe it would if-if would help if-if you knew some personal stuff about her. Uh, she was married to a gay ice dancer. Uh, she gave birth to her brothers triplets. Oh! Oh! Her-her twin sister used to do porn!
Phoebe: Your welcome, oh please not the one with the turtles.
Rachel: Oh.
Rachel: Oh, honey! Dont get up! What do you need?
Joey: Oh, okay. (to Ross) The what?
Mark: Oh hi. It's, it's Mark.
Rachel: Oh! Oh my God! What did I just do?
Ross: Oh hey, hey Mark.
Ross: Oh hey, hey, huh, how about this weekend we have a laser disc marathon okay, and maybe a tournament on my new dart board? Huh, huh, what do you think? (in an Irish accent) Two days of darts, itll be great!
Monica: Oh yeah, what are you reading?
Chandler: Oh no, no, no, no.
Phoebe: You know what Amanda said to me when she got me on the phone? (apes Amanda in a british accent) "Oh, so sorry to catch you on your Mo-Bile!" If-if you don't wanna get me on my mo-Bile, don't call me on my mo-Bile!"
Chandler: Oh yeah, they're totally gonna back down!
Phoebe: Oh yeah.
Monica: Oh good, I think so too. Pheebs?
Kathy: (on phone) Hey. (listens) Oh no its fine, dont worry about it. (listens) Yeah-no, stop apologizing, its okay. (listens) Yeah! Ill talk to you tomorrow. (hangs up) (to Chandler) I should uh, probably go.
Phoebe: Oh, totally. Oh, God, oh, she seemed so happy too.
Phoebe: Oh, it's your audition from this morning. Can I use the phone again?
Chandler: Oh no-no, no you dont, just come back.
Chandler: (notices something) Oh my God, the air purifier! Ross's air purifier! All I heard through 4 years of college was (makes a humming noise.)
Chandler: Is it loaded? Oh, little candy hearts. (reading the candy) Chan and Jan Forever.
Ross: What? Oh yeah, yeah I think so. Why am I invited to this again?
Rachel: Oh my God, what happened? (points to the cast on Janice's wrist)
Monica: Oh, you got the whole night, huh?
Monica: (sarcastically) Oh yeah.
PHOEBE: Oh ok, Ryan, that guy I went out with, who's in the Navy.
Ross: Oh hey, that was a good one, huh? (Imitating himself) Help! Help!
Ross: Oh, just this woman that I met last night at the party.
Phoebe: Oh, theres no such thing as an innocent burger.
Joey: (on the screen there's the word "Supermarket") Uhm... ok. It's a store, like a supermarket. (there is a sound indicating he made a mistake as he shouldn't have said 'supermarket'. The next word appears, "notebook") Oh! I see-I see what I did. Yeah, ok, ok, uhm... I'm writing in my...
Ross: oh yea now um how is that going, is it getting serious?
Chandler: Oh, hey.
Ross: Oh.
MRS GREEN: Sweetie! So this is where you work? Oh, it's wonderful! Is it a living room? Is it a restaurant? Who can tell? But I guess that's the fun.
Ross: I'm having a boy! Oh, I'm having a boy!
Joey: Oh no, I cant go. Im practicing; I got an audition to be the host of a new game show.
Monica: Oh.