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!
Phoebe: Oh! (They all look.) Wow!
Rachel: Oh yeah? Did he pull the old (She is waving her hand up and down her face. Shes thinking about the pencil mark.)
Chandler: Oh my God!
Joey: (entering the hall) Oh man! Aren't you guys done yet?!
Phoebe: (louder) My chest hurts! Oh, and now I-I cant breathe.
Chandler: Oh no-no-no I was just squinting. That doesnt mean anything.
Joey: Oh hey Rach, listenHi!
Chandler: Oh, well then, if anybody should have a party it should be him.
Phoebe: Oh no! Why not?
Joey: Oh. (Takes off the hat.) Sorry!
Rachel: Oh Joey, Im hardly a
Phoebe: Oh. Okay, well I-I was kinda hoping that I would just be alone yknow to think about my mom and her suicide.
Rachel: (To Joey) Yeah I knowIm goodI got it! (Joey slowly backs away.) (To the boy) Now wait a minute, Ive got one more thing I have to say to you oh right! Shut up!
Phoebe: Oh, there you are Ben!
Chandler: Yeah, oh, but I just keep picturing you rolling around with him with your cowboy boots in the air...
Phoebe: Oh.
The Teacher: Oh, their number is on the contact sheet.
Monica: Oh no, we cant walk!
Rachel: Oh Joey this is crazy!
Dr. Long: (To Joey) Uh, if you have any questions, heres some information on Braxton-Hicks. (Hands Joey a pamphlet.) Oh and by the way, you did the right thing by bringing her in. Youre gonna make a wonderful father.
Joey: Oh youll take em!
Rachel: Oh, come on kids! A little help here!
Monica: Oh, he just doesn't want us to go through any trouble. Think of how excited he'll be when we go out and surprise him! Plus we get to have our own, ani-Vegas-ary! A-Nevadaversary!
Ross: Waitohheyhuh, oh great now he knows, and I don't know!
Monica: Groomsman, groomsman, why are you just standing there, where is your bridesmaid? (into microphone) We've got a broken arrow. Bridesmaid down! (realizes) Oh, that's me.
Phoebe: Oh, thank you. Four would be great.
Trudie Styler: Oh no, I know that wouldnt work. My husbands in concert.
Phoebe: Oh good! Then youre in luck! Bens not my son!
Monica: (notices something in the window) Oh wait! Stop! Stop! Stop!
Eric: (simultaneously as Phoebe) Oh no! Oh no! Oh no! Oh no! No! No! No!
Dina: Oh my God! Bobby!
Ross: Oh great now you're seeking me out to make jokes? I mean I can see for all hanging out but to come to my home!
Chandler: Oh fresh air!
Eric: Oh, mostly fashion, so there may be models here from time to time, I hope thats cool.
Monica: No. No. Not it. Not it. Not it. (Checks another rack and another woman tries to reach around her.) (To the woman) Dont crowd me! (Finds it) This is it! This is the dress! Oh my God, its perfect! (She takes it off of the rack and someone has a hold of it on the other side of the rack and tugs on it.) Im sorry, this ones taken! (The other woman tugs harder pulling Monica through the rack.) Whoa!
Mrs. Geller: Oh, well Richard raved about the food at his party, of course you were sleeping with him. Then I heard the food at that lesbian wedding was very nice, I assume you werent sleeping with anybody there. Though, at least that would be something. (Leaves)
Phoebe: Oh my God.
Phoebe: Oh yeah? Come and get it.
Doug: Oh? Why not?
Chandler: Oh uh, as it turns out, we cant do it. Monica has to work.
Chandler: Oh uh well tomorrows no good for her either.
Monica: Oh Im working on my toast for the party, or as I like to call it. Sob fest 2002. Hey check this out. (Hands him a picture.)
Phoebe: Oh, I can't believe you! You've been so good, for three years!
Frank: Wait, y'know what, I-I came to you because I thought youd understand! Oh no!! Y'know, I would storm out of here right now if-if I had some money, or a place to go
Ross: Oh great, I live on the street.
Phoebe: Oh sure! (She goes to take her feet off, but drags the sheet with her which spills the wine.) Noo!
Chandler: Oh thats all right sir, and thats just one girl.
Monica: Oh wait, Chandler, come here is there anything I can do? Anything?
Chandler: Oh no-no-no!
Rachel: Oh, and somebody can get those leather pants shes always wanted!
Joey: Oh, whats wrong?
Rachel: Oh you really, you really just dont want to hear about it.
Chandler: Oh, okay.
Rachel: Oh! Did you hear that?! My dads proud of me! My dads proud of me.
Monica: Oh my God!
PHOEBE: You just abandoned your whole belief system. I mean, before, I didn't agree with you, but at least I respected you. How, how, how are you going to go into work tomorrow? How, how are you going to face the other science guys? How, how are you going to face yourself? Oh! That was fun. So who's hungry?
Phoebe: Oh really? What was your first?
Joey: Oh! Hey Rach, listen umm
Chandler: Oh my God! That is so not the opposite of taking somebody's underwear!!
Joey: Oh yeah, it must be tough to keep your hands of him, huh?
Joey: Oh whoa-whoa-whoa, no roommate stuff. Okay? Were on a date.
Rachel: Oh my God. And that works?!
RACHEL: Oh yeah. In fact you know what I'd do?
Chandler: That was an obvious joke, and I didnt think of it. Why didnt I think of it? The source of all my powers. Oh dear God, what have I done!
Rachel: Oh, you poor little famous man.
Frannie: Oh, I hate you, I'm pushing my Aunt Roz through Parrot Jungle and you're having sex! So? Who?
Rachel: Oh my God!
Joey: Oh right!
Joey: Oh yeah? All right, lets do it tonight.
Joey: Oh yeah-yeah, the lobster.
JOEY: Oh, Richard's here. I should run down say bye to him (runs out)
Joey: Oh my God! You did too? It totally freaked me out, what was that?!
Ross: Oh, you have to call the police! Thats what I did to the kids in my building!
Rachel: Oh stupid metric system!
Phoebe: Um, oh, I've got a birthday party, with some work people.
Monica: Oh my God Phoebe, youre on fire!
Joey: Oh uh, okay. Yeah.
Rachel: Oh God! Thank God youre home! Im watching Cujo.
Phoebe: Oh hi BenNo!! Dont look at the machine! (Covers the screen.)
Joey: Oh uh, it didnt work out.
Rachel: Oh. Do you want to watch the rest of the movie with me?
Joey: Oh sure, yeah, why not? (Sits on the arm of the chair.)
Chandler: Oh my God, whats up?!
Rachel: Oh yeah! Ive come up with a bunch of ideas!
Joey: Oh my God!
Monica: (breaks away) Oh wait, just one more thing! One more minute! (To Cecilia) Umm, youre a stupid bitch.
Chandler: Oh my God.
Mike: Oh, I made a little something. If I had more time to work on it, it'd be better, but..
Rachel: Oh! (Motions to Joeys co-star.)
Monica: Oh. (She goes into the bathroom.) Whats wrong?
Chandler: Oh, God!
Monica: Oh, you had that?
Ross: (chases her) Oh yeah, yeah? Well uh, when we were going out, I read tons of porno magazines! (Realizes a table of women overheard him.) (To that table.) Sup?
Joey: Oh my God. You do?
Joey: Oh wow! Hes so lifelike! (Starts touching the guys cheeks) Unbelievable! (He starts tugging on the guys ears.
Dennis Phillips: Oh, thank you. Well if youll excuse me, Im gonna go get myself a drink. Be back in a moment. (Walks away.)
Ross: Oh, come on, you know its a girl!
Chandler: Oh, its so hard to care when youre this relaxed.
Phoebe: Oh.
Monica: Oh, okay. No problem.