words in movies
RACHEL: Mom, would you relax. That was 10 blocks from here and, the, the woman was walking alone at night, I would never do that. Mom, c'mon, stop worrying. This is a safe street, this is a safe building, there's nothing [a pigeon flies in the window and lands on the table] OH MY GOOOD, oh my God, oh I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go. [hangs up] OK, that's fine, you just read the paper, I'm gonna get a pot, it's not for you. [grabs a pot and lid] OK, that's fine, read the Family Circus, enjoy the gentle comedy. [puts pot over the pigeon] Aaahh, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, aaaaahh. [knock at the door] It's open you guys.
PHOEBE: Oh, c'mon, like you tell me everything.
PHOEBE: Oh, I don't know. Umm, how about the fact that the underwear out there on the telephone pole is yours from when you were having sex with Fun Bobby out on the terrace.
MONICA: Oh it's not big, not at all, you know, kinda the same lines as, say, oh I don't know, having a third nipple.
RACHEL: Oh as, as opposed to your other multi-functional nipples?
ROSS: [holding cream pitcher] Oh, darnit, we're all out of milk. [holds pitcher in front of Chandler's chest and flips the lid] Hey Chandler, would you fill me up here?
CHANDLER: Oh I see, I see, because of the third nipple thing. Ha ha ha ha. . .
RACHEL: Oh yeah. In fact you know what I'd do?
RACHEL: Oh yeah, I don't care how much she tells you she wants it, I don't care if begs, she pleads, she tells you she, she's gonna have sex with, with another man. That just means it's working.
PHOEBE: Oh, right, OK. Ole.
RACHEL: Oh, God, no problem. So you're gonna go with the uh, waiting thing?
JULIE: So is there like a story or do they just stard doing it right. . . oh, never mind.
DUNCAN: Oh, yeah, um, alright, I kinda need a divorce.
DUNCAN: Oh God, I don't know how to tell you this. I'm straight.
PHOEBE: Oh. Well is she, is she the first that you've been with?
ROSS: Oh, no no, I am.
RACHEL: Oh, well, are hey, are you nervous?
Chandler: Oh dear God!
Rachel: Yeah. Yeah. Oh, but once you find it, ohh it's so worth the wait.
Ross: Oh I dont know that it would.
Ross: Yeah! Oh yeah, youll be fine! It-itll be uh, just like bungy jumping. Yknow? But instead of bouncing back up you-you wont.
Phoebe: Oh. Ew! Ew! Ew! Ugh! Yknow what? This is too weird.
Monica: Oh no! Did you take my bra too?!
Rachel: Oh please. Okay, anyone in this room think that I would send Ross begging symbols, please show of hands. (Ross raises his hand and no one else.)
Phoebe: Oh. Why not?
Rachel: Oh no, no, Ill be there too.
Monica: Oh my God! Joey, what did you do after you threw her leg on the fire?
Phoebe: Wow! Oh well, I will be there!
Phoebe: Oh my God!!! Monica!! Hes the stripper from your bachelorette party!!
Phoebe: Oh, I-I dont eat meat.
Joey: Oh yeah, that was a pretty good night.
Dr. Green: Oh come on! Dont be such a baby! (Goes after him)
Rachel: Oh its umm, its tofu cake. Do you want some? (He makes a disgusted noise and heads for his room, Chandler follows him in.)
Rachel: Hey, that is the babys problem. (Dr. Green returns.) Oh, everything okay with the waiter?
Mona: Oh no-no, I-I had my eyes closed so I could concentrate and yknow take it all in.
Rachel: Oh yeah, we were but umm, now weve got candy.
Rachel: Oh you missed it. She was laughing. Oh it was amazing. It was amazing. It was the most beautiful, beautiful sound that...
Rachel: Oh now daddy, stay calm. Please.
Rachel: ...is something I'm very interested in! Oh please, do not tell Ross. He still believes that (in a deep voice, mocking Ross) what's in the inside is important...
Ross: Oh I know, isn't it? Ooh... what'd you do to get her to laugh?
Mona: Oh wow! So, youre more than just dinosaurs.
Ross: Oh, but-but I cant do it.
Rachel: Oh no, I know that. I know that. Although, we made a joke that we spend so much time together he should call me his work wife.
Rachel: Oh! Get over it soldier, we've gotta do this! (She pulls him towards her and throws him onto the barcalounger) Ok. Aha! You like that huh?
Rachel: (quietly) Oh no
Hooker: Oh God! Listen, I am this close to robbing you guys. (Does the close sign.)
Rachel: Oh my God! Oh my God, look at these pelts!
Phoebe: Cause youre still into Monica. So you told her there was somebody else so she would agree to work with you, so cause you figure oh if you spent a lot of time together, maybe something might happen, and...
Rachel: Oh thats nice.
Ross: Okay, that's great. (Susan gives her drink to Carol.) No, I'm- Oh.
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.
Rachel: Oh wow! That deserves another piece of candy.
Will: Oh.
Rachel: Okay. (The nurse exits.) Oh man, I swear if they sold these at Pottery Barn
Monica: Oh umm, I meant to tell you, Ross is coming.
Phoebe: Oh okay.
Phoebe: Yeah, I know because you have all the good words. What do I get? I get "its," "and" oh I'm sorry, I have "A." Forget it.
Chandler: Oh come on!
Joey: Oh hey!
Rachel: Oh! Look! I have a sonogram picture!
Rachel: (sees Will) Oh my God Monica, who is that?
Ross: Awoh, thats right. Are-are you gonna be okay?
Monica: Oh, so who won?
Monica: It's not just the drum noise. Every five minutes, Joey throws his sticks in the air, and I have to hear, "Oh my eye! Oh god, my eye!" I mean, it is so annoying.
Will: Oh I-I remember you.
Joey: (quietly) Oh. How-how big is that?
Will: Oh, youd like that wouldnt ya?
Monica: Oh Will. But you-youve worked so hard
Ross: Oh! Wow! Uh, yeah! That sounds great. Im just gonna put this (The money) back in my pocket, pretend that didnt happen. Uh yeah, actually Im free now. Do you wanna grab some coffee or
Will: Oh, it wasnt just me. We had a club!
Rachel: (shocked) Oh my God!
Phoebe: Oh, come on Will! Just take off your shirt and tell us!
Chandler: Oh, good, good. Play more, 'cause I wanna see how it ends.
Rachel: Oh, I so wanted Ross to know first, but Im so relieved you guys know.
Rachel: Oh! (Hits him and storms out.)
Monica: Oh! Me too!
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.