words in movies
Phoebe: Oh, ok, you know what I don't get? The way guys can do so many mean things, and then not even care.
Chandler: Oh, right, right, shut up.
Chandler: Oh, thanks, but I think she'd feel like we're gangin' up on her.
Monica: Oh, you're breaking up with Tony?
Ross: Oh, yeah, last week you had a wonderful, nutty, chocolatey kind of a cakey pie thing. (Rachel gives him a dirty look) Nothing, just, just, I'm fine.
Rachel: Yeah, well, it's a Mercedes if I move back home. Oh, it was horrible. He called me young lady.
Rachel: Oh, yeah, yeah. Actually, I got the extended disco version, with three choruses of "You'll never make it on your own".
Rachel: Oh, big glamour night. Me and Monica at Laundorama.
Ross: Oh, you uh, you wanna hear a freaky coincidence? Guess who's doing laundry there too?
Monica: (looking out window) Oh, god help us.
Chandler: Oh. Well, hold on camper, are you sure you've thought this thing through?
Chandler: Oh, and uh, the fabric softener?
Monica: Oh my god, Joey, for all we know this guy could be horribly...
Janice: Oh, my god, I am so glad you called me. I had the most supremely awful day.
Chandler: Oh, yeah, that hug looked pretty brutal.
Rachel: Oh, 'scuse me. I was kinda using that machine.
Woman: Oh, I'm sorry, is that your basket? It's really pretty. Unfortunately, I don't see suds.
Ross: Well, that's because you're such a sweet, gentle, uh...Do you, uh, do you...Oh, hey, uh you must need detergent.
Rachel: Oh god. Oh, am I being like a total laundry spaz? I mean, am I supposed to use like one machine for shirts and another machine for pants?
Joey: Oh my god.
Joey: Oh, yeah, yeah, listen for it.
Rachel: Oh, everything's pink.
Rachel: Except it didn't. It happened to me. Oh, god, I'm gonna look like a big marshmallow peep. What am I doing? What am I doing? My father's right. I can't live on my own! I can't even do laundry!
Monica: Oh my god.
Joey: Oh, like you've never gotten a little rambunctious with Ross.
Monica: Oh my god, what were you thinking?
Monica: (hits him lightly) Oh!
Chandler: Oh, my god, I'm so sorry. Are you ok?
Phoebe: Oh my god. (Chandler downs another espresso.) How many of those have you had?
Chandler: Oh, I don't know, a million?
Phoebe: Oh, I'd like that.
Rachel: Oh, I guess. Except everything looks like jammies now.
Rachel: Oh, are you sure you're ok?
Monica: (notices his head) Oh, I'm sorry.
Phoebe: Oh, he needed some time to grieve.
Chandler: Oh yeah?
Mr Zelner: Oh right, uhm, Don?
Chandler: Oh God, I can't believe I'm even considering this... I'm very very aware of my tongue...
Monica: Oh, you know, my flock is good, I mean, yeah, my flock pretty much takes care of themselves at this point. Good flock. Flock, flock, flock.
Janice: Oh my God!
Rachel: Oh, let me see! (grabs picture) Oh, God, is he just the sweetest thing? You must just want to kiss him all over!
Monica: Oh, who cares, they still love me! "I am so excited..."
Monica: Olivia? I thought she was marrying Connor! (pause) Oh right, real life more important.
Ross: Okay, and oh Im gonna need a bunch of extra keys. Apparently I give them away for no reason at all.
Janice: Oh... my...
Janice: Oh, me too... (laughs)
Monica: Oh, Rachel, sweetie, look, here's a really cute picture of Joey and you at the reception.
Rachel: Oh! Oh, I'm so happy.
Ross: Yeah, yeah, oh! (They hug)
Rachel: Oh, that sounds good!
Monica: Oh, yeah, right! And after I took a shower this morning I just threw my towel on the floor! Oh God, it hurts to even joke about it.
Rachel: Oh, well. Everything that I need (she takes her bag) is in here and my travel documents are on the counter organized in the order that I will be needing them.
Rachel: Shoot. Oh, I can't believe I did this!
Joey: Oh, she's putting Emma down, she'll be over in a second.
Phoebe: Oh no... Have you thought about it how complicated this could get? What about Ross?
Rachel: Oh, Pheebs, I don't even know where to start.
RICHARD: Oh, yeah, I don't like you this way. All right, I'll see you guys later.
Ross: Are you kidding? Oh my God...
Rachel: Oh honey, this is his office too. I told you we're Joanna's two assistants.
Rachel: Okay. Oh...
Rachel: Oh!
Rachel: Oh honey...
David: Oh, certainly. That's a combination of Bernoulli's principle and Newton's third law of motion.
Phoebe Sr: (on phone) Ah, oh, hang on a second. (to Phoebe) Come in, come in. (on phone) All right, so think about it, and call me back. (hangs up)
Rachel: Oh... (holding Ross's shoulder) Well...
Rachel: Oh, you guys. This was an amazing night. Thank you so much. I love you. Good night.
Ross: Mona umm Clickclocken. The famous botanist? Huh? Oh no shes uhwell shes dead now. No, supposedly she was once quite the hottie of the plant world.
Monica: Oh my God!
Monica: Uh oh yeah, she did. Uh, he did. (To Chandler) She? (To the waiter) Im-Im sorry Im new. I dont
Chandler: Oh my God!
Monica: Oh my God!
Rachel: Oh you're not. You're not gonna get in the middle of anything, don't worry about Ross really, really.(She hears the noise of the key in the lock) Oh! Hide! That's Ross! Hide! Hide!
Chandler: Oh my God!
Ross: Oh. This was amazing.
Rachel: Oh, well, I...It's kind of weird talking to you about this, but...
Phoebe: Oh, you’re right! I was just kidding about Rachel. Babysitting is a gas!
Chandler: Oh well, this was a really important experience for me, and I wanted to share it with you.
Steve: Oh look, you don't have to give it too me right now! You can slip it under my door. (Points to his apartment across the hall.)
Ross: Oh my God!
Ross: Oh, I.. I don't know. We didn't really get to talk.
Joey: Oh my God. You and Rachel?
Rachel: Oh sorry didnt mean to interrupt. Its just such a beautiful space; do you do a lot of weddings here?
Monica: Oh, you did it!
Chandler: Oh, yeah! These are the faces of two people in the know!
Monica: (To Erica) Oh my God, he's beautiful. Thank you so much.
Joey: Oh my God! What did you say?
Joey: Oh, you're not taking her with you tonight?
Ross: Oh my God!
Rachel: Oh... Bye guys.
Monica: Oh, look at these little bunnies!
Phoebe: (disappointed) Oh, good for you.
Phoebe: How sweet! Oh, is that the baby?
Monica: Oh my God Rach. Bean bag chairs.
Joey: Oh, Oh, you're right! I don't want that. I can't date her!
Ross: Oh my God! You did that yourself?
Rachel: Oh my God!
Ross: Oh my God!
Rachel: Oh.
Ross: Oh my God.
Ross: Oh my God!
Rachel: Hi! Oh my gosh!
Joey: Oh, they're so cute! Now, what, what kinds are they?
Rachel: Oh my gosh. Wow, so beautiful.
Phoebe: Oh yeah? Well, tell me which one, and I'll try slip it in my coat.
Rachel: Ross, what are you talking about? (she sees the cake) oh! Oh my God! They put my baby’s face on a penis!
Joey: No, Chandler. Look, forget about it, okay? Look, I know things have been a little tight since Janine moved out. Oh, was she hot.
Rachel: Alright, now I really have to go. Okay. Au revoir! Oh, they're gonna really hate me over there.
Rachel: Oh, Im sorry I spoiled youre evening.
Ross: Oh my God, Phoebe, slow down!
Chandler: Oh, ain't this nice? It's so quiet, I could just lie here all day.
Joey: Oh!
Monica: Oh..
Chandler: Oh, don't worry, we'll find them.
Monica: Oh God! What did I just step on?
Joey: Oh! They're in the table!
Joey: Oh!
Chandler: Oh yes! Just had me a little nubbin-ectomy. Yep! Two nipples, no waiting.
Joey: Oh my God!
Joey: Oh God! So what do we do?
Rachel: Oh.
Rachel: Im sorry, as I was saying the store number is wrong, and Im sorry but thats... (notices a fire that Rosss candle has started) Oh my God!!
Rachel: Oh, shoot. I had it. Oh, I can't believe this.
Joey: Oh, I-I think Im gonna stick with the V, I wanna see how this bad boy turns out.
Monica: Oh, wait, wait, wait! Here they go again.
Monica: Oh, I'm sorry. Shoot, they were doing it before.
Monica: Oh, okay. Alright, it's flight 421. Leaves at 8:40.
Phoebe: Well, if you really wanna know, I'mOh! I can't tell you this.
Rachel: Oh, honey, I'm sure there's nothing wrong with the plane.
Phoebe: Oh, he's at the doctor, he didn't poop the whole time we were there!
Rachel: Oh my God.
Phoebe: Oh, he's playing organ for a children's roller-skating party.
Ross: Oh my God!
Mike: oh it's just you have that look (shuts the front door)
Phoebe: Oh, thanks a lot. Do you want to get a cup of coffee?
Rachel: (on the answering machine) Oh, please, miss, you don't understand!