words in movies
JOEY: Yep, this kiss thing is defiantly a problem, Mr. Beatty wants to see it again on Monday. Man, I gotta figure out what I'm doing wrong. Oh, okay, one of you girls come over here and kiss me.
PHOEBE: Uh-huh, let's go. (they move in to kiss) Oh, wait I have gum. Okay. (they kiss rather passionately) Good, very good, firm but tender. I'd recommend you to a friend.
PHOEBE: (laughing) Oh my God, you look so good!
RICHARD: Oh, yeah, I don't like you this way. All right, I'll see you guys later.
MONICA: Oh God, you are about to get sooo lucky.
RICHARD: Oh, yeah!
RICHARD: Oh, hey. I love children, I have children. I just don't want to be 70 when our kids go off to college, and our lives can finally start.
JOEY: Oh, Richard's here. I should run down say bye to him (runs out)
CHANDLER: Oh, it's a website, it's the, uh, the Guggenheim (sp?, I'm not an art guy) museum. See, she likes art, and I like funny words.
JOEY: Oh, well. Just ask her how long she's gonna live. Women live longer than men.
RICHARD: Oh, that's why you never see pigeons at sushi bars.(they both start laughing at Richard's poor joke) See, we're having fun.
MONICA: Oh, absolutely. Yeah, you know I'm not even thinking about that thing that we're not supposed to think about.
RACHEL: Oh my God this is sooo humiliating. I think the only thing that tops that was, was, was when I was in the eight grade and I had to sing the Copa Cabana in front of the entire school. I think I got about two lines into it before I ran and freaked out. Oh my God, my entire life is flashing before my eyes.
RACHEL: Oh Ross, would you stop, you got me, I'm dating you.
RACHEL: Oh hi, Mr. Wineburg, hi Mrs. Wineburg.
RACHEL: Oh, hi!
MINDY: Oh my God, I'm married!
RACHEL: Oh honey, I'm so proud of you, Min.
BARRY: (entering) Min. Oh Rach, you're still here, at our wedding, they were packing up the chopped liver about now.
PHOEBE: Oh, my.
PHOEBE: Oh, yeah! Okay! Great! Go, man, go put on your shoes, and, and march out there and meet her! (Chandler runs and picks up his shoes) Oh, wait, no, no you have to take a shower, 'cause, eww. (Chandler runs to the bathroom, as the computer bing-bongs) No, you know what you have to answer her, answer her first. (Chandler runs to the computer) No, no, you know what make some coffee 'cause its too much. (Chandler walks slowly into the kitchen)
RACHEL: Oh dear God.
MONICA: Oh my God!
MONICA: Oh my God, I can't believe what I'm getting ready to say. I wanna have a baby, but I don't wanna have one with someone who doesn't really wanna have one.
CHANDLER: Where is she, Where is she? (grabs Rachel) Oh, hey, I have a question, where is she?
CHANDLER: (noticing a beautiful blond walking in) Ooh, oh, oh, that's her.
CHANDLER: Oh my God! (it's Janice)
JANICE: OH.....MY.....GAWD!! (Chandler rushes over and kisses her)
ALL: OH.....MY.....GOD!!
MNCA: Oh no no, this is not for him, this is for me. That way he's still sober but I find his stories about shoelaces much more amusing.
Phoebe: Oh!
Monica: Oh thats so sweet.
Phoebe: (To Monica) Oh, thats beautiful.
Rachel: Oh, can we read them?
MRS. GREENE: Oh, you kids [she caresses his face and chest] Well, this is the best party I've been to in years.
Chandler: Oh yes, somebody just said, "Can you hear anything?"
Ross: Oh right. Right. Ooh, remember the time I uh, I pinned you down and tickled you til you cried? (She laughs) Were probably too old to do that now.
Rachel: Oh.
Chandler: Oh, come on. What was with that whole Black Bart speech? (mimicking): "When I play poker, I'm not a nice guy!"
Rachel: Oh my
STEVE: Oh, yeah, my firm represents the band.
Phoebe: (sips it) Its so good. (Monica and Rachel breath a sigh of relief.) Oh, thanks.
Joey: Oh yeah. Hey! Should we give these shirts to the girls? Yknow, kinda like a peace offering.
Rachel: Okay. Oh wait! One more thing umm, do-do we still need to uh settle the question of "us?"
Janice: Oh, I wish. Look, honey, you have that report to finish, and I gotta go see my lawyer.
Phoebe: Eww! Oh, its all dirty. You should throw this out.
Catherine: Oh hi, come on in. I'm Catherine, the listing agent.
Ross: Oh my God.
Rachel: Oh well
Phoebe: Oh my God, youve got to stop chattering!
Chandler: Believe me, Ive been saying that for years. Oh my God!
Rachel: Oh is it?! (She answers the cute guys phone.) Uhh, hello? (On her phone) Yes hi, is Rachel there? (On the other phone) Yes she is, just one moment please. (To Phoebe, holding out both phones.) Its for me!
Rachel: Oh my God!
Joey: Oh... food. No, sex. Food! Sex! Food! Se-I don't know! Good God, I don't know, I want girls on bread!
Rachel: No. Oh, oh, I guess it would be different if I were- with somebody.
Ross: Oh, where are you guys going?
Rachel: Oh thats great!
Joey: Oh no, Ill be done by then.
Ross: Oh, but I've got tickets to the Van Gogh exhibit! I've been waiting like a year for this.
Rachel: Hi! Oh you guys look so beautiful!
Rachel: Noo! Oh no! No! God no! He should not get back together with her. I know that! You know that! Even Ross knows that! But that still doesnt give us the right to erase his message!
Phoebe: Okay. (They shake hands and she pulls away suddenly) Oh my God! What did I ever do to you?! (Rubbing her hand.)
Lydia: Oh, shut up. You know, it's a rebuilding year. You... waah!
Rachel: Oh I get it! A man duh!
Joey: Oh sureAnd hey, dont get me wrong, I am so happy for you guys. I just I miss hanging out just-just us, yknow?
Joey: (running from his bedroom) Oh my God! I overslept! I was supposed to be on the set a half an hour ago! I gotta get out of here!
Joey: Oh.
Amanda: (noticing the bottle of wine he has) Oh, I don't mean to be a square, but I'd really appreciate it if you wait and drink your wine after the kids are asleep? Oh uh, thanks for this, I hope I can do the same for you sometime. (She leaves)
Ross: Oh, taking my parents back to the hotel.
Richard: Oh, thanks.
Ross: Oh damn!
Ross: Oh yeah it will! Come on, up! Up-up-up! Up! Yes! Here we go! Pivot! (They start up the stairs again. Chandler is between the couch and the wall now.) Pivot! Piv-ot! Piv-et!! Piv-ett!!! Piv-et!
Phoebe: Oh man.
Joey: Oh, Im-Im not working tomorrow.
Rachel: Oh!
Rachel: Oh my God!
Phoebe: Oh heres a whole bunch.
Rachel: Oh my God!
Monica: (entering) Oh my God! What happened?
Rachel: Oh, wow thanks! (Reading the card) Oh youre in real estate!
Ursula: Oh. No, no, he is so smart. He'll figure it out. (Offering to share her food) Do you want some chicken?
Rachel: Oh!
Phoebe: Oh my God Monica!
Ross: Oh my God! Monica!
Joey: Oh. (Laughs.) No! No wait, thats weird!
Monica: Oh thats sweet. Dont touch me.
Joey: Oh, you wouldn't know a great butt if it came up and bit ya.
Phoebe: Hey! Oh!
Chandler: Oh, you must stop shooping.
Chandler: Oh, why not. Was I doing anything particularly... saucy?
Monica: Oh my God, I was thinking four.
Rachel: Mmm-hmmm. Oh, so typical. Ooo, I'm a man. Ooo, I have a penis. Ooo, I have to win money to exert my power over women. (hands over her money)
Phoebe: Oh and theyre gonna have a baby.
Ross: Oh for cryin out loud! (He storms out.)
Melissa: anyway, his name is Allan and weve been going out for three years. He was my first client when I became a party planner. He was planning a party for his girlfriend at the time. Oh well. (Rachel and Phoebe politely laugh) And he was Theta Beta Pi at Syracuse.
Ross: Oh, you like it? You wanna know where I got it?
Rachel: Oh yes! Thank you! (He does so and Rachel sits down on the couch.)
Mrs. Bing: Oh look at you! So handsome!
Rachel: Oh, it's perfect! But not for tonight.
Phoebe: Oh, thank you! Oh... Oh my God, you're RICH!
Lisa: Oh yeah!
Joey: (To Phoebe) Oh and uh the guy who got the Paris trip is at table four.
Joey: Oh! Ooh-ooh!
Rachel: Oh come(Stutters)Of course I know that. I mean of course you never leave a baby alone! I mean who wouldshe wouldnt be safe as she would be with me, the baby dummy. Oh God, okay. Yknow what? I think opening the presents right now is a little overwhelming right now. So I think umm, Im just gonna maybe open them a little bit later, but thank you all for coming. And for these beautiful gifts, and this basket is beautiful.
Monica: Oh geez! Okay! Thanks!
Chandler: Oh you wouldnt uh, care. Its just a stupid comic book story.
Phoebe: (jumps in front of Rachel) Hi! Oh yeah, uh-huh, it's me. I saw you grab your running shoes this morning and sneak out. You lied so you could run by yourself.
Monica: Oh my God! Are-are you crying?
Joey: Yeah, and oh she's really nice too. She taught me all about how to work the cameras, and smell-the-fart acting.
Jennifer: Oh little Ben.
Phoebe: Oh, youre such a cheater!
Phoebe: Oh, try and stop me!
Monica: Oh what are doing?!
Elizabeth: Oh, because I was thinking, the semesters over; youre not my teacher anymore.
Phoebe: (reading the certificate) Oh my God! Oh my God, we are 31.
Carol: Marty's still totally paranoid. Oh, and, uh-
Ross: Oh! Y'know, Ive got an extra futon.
Phoebe: Oh my God!
Rachel: Oh yeah.
Rachel: Oh! (They smile and the picture is taken.) Oh by the way?
Monica: Oh that is so sweet!
Ross: (sits down at the table) Oh, eh, just thinking about Emily getting married tomorrow. (Joey panics.)
Mona: Oh good. Now therell be someone there who likes my name.
Chandler: Oh, is that against the rules?
Joanna: Oh great! Ill keep it in my butt with your nose. (She grabs the cookie and walks out.)
ERICA: No, seriously. These hands. These miracle, magical, life-giving hands. Oh, just to be near them, touch them, maybe even lick one?
Rachel: Oh yes! Thank you very much! (She grabs a glass, takes a sip, and realizes what she just did. She then tries to spit the champagne back into the glass without Monica noticing. It doesnt work.) Oh thats-thats actually how the French drink it.
Monica: Oh really?!
Rachel: Oh and Ill call ya too!