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.
Ross: Oh! Oh! Shes upside down but shes coming! Shes coming!
Rachel: Oh, I'm sorry, did my back hurt your knife?
Rachel: Oh my God! How long has she been crying?
Joey: (stopping him) Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa-whoa! We could have our own show! Y'know we could clap our hands together people will love it! Huh? And-and-and I wrote a song for us! (Singing, to the tune of This Land is Your Land) This hand is your hand! This hand is my hand! Oh wait, that's your hand! No wait, it's my hand!
Chandler: Oh so there cant be any yelling.
Ross: Oh my God!
Phoebe: Oh no, I dont believe in Western medicine. No, if you just apply pressure to these points right here. (Shes pinching the bit of skin between her right thumb and forefinger with her left hand.) Then your hand starts to hurt and you still have a headache, so thanks. (Takes the pills.)
Phoebe: Done. Oh good, really?
Rachel: (On the phone) Excuse me? Oh yeah? Well, up yours too! (Hangs up)
Rachel: Oh you know what, you sound just like his wife!
Rachel: Oh great! Suddenly she sounds like a biblical whore.
Rachel: Youre so sweet. (Notices something in the crib.) Oh my God! And you gave the baby Hugsy! (A stuffed penguin wearing a ski jacket, goggles, and hat.)
Monica: Oh, well, I bought Chandler a five hundred dollar watch and he wrote me a rap song.
The Cooking Teacher: Oh Alessandros! I love that place!
Rachel: (entering, excitedly) Oh! Hi you guys, oh my God! Youll never gonna believe happened to me today! I am sitting in my office and
PHOEBE: I, I don't wanna meet my father over the phone. What am I gonna say, like 'Hi, I'm Phoebe, the daughter you abandoned. Oh, by the way, I broke your dog.'
Ross: Oh man.
Ross: (Enters) Oh good, you haven't left yet.
Joey: Oh, yeah, with the mug painting. Yeah. I was so listening to that. But ah, y'know what, I think I kinda need to work on my stuff tonight.
Phoebe: Oh my god you're right.
Ross: Oh Ross Geller
Kyle: Oh hey! Good, youre both here.
Hayley: oh I thought you said Hi.
Ross: (apparently unruffled) Oh. Can I... can I ask who?
Rachel: Oh, if I only want two kids, can I keep him for another year?
Ross: Oh really, really great! Yeah! A-actually shes right down the street, umm, do-do you know what? You should stop bye and say hi.
Mike: Oh.
Rachel: Oh we just put her down for a nap.
Rachel: Ugh, I knew it! Oh I cannot believe those two!
Monica: Oh! Did anybody see that-that documentary on the Korean War? (Joey is pissed)
Phoebe: Oh wow. What, do you think maybe hes gonna tell you that hes gay?
Julie: Oh honey, I think Im having one too!
Phoebe: Oh.
David: I-I... Oh I...I just wanna say uhm... if you do ever come to Minsk, that's my number (gives Mike a business card) We'll uhm... we'll party up Vladnik style. (He leaves again)
Chandler: oh it was great.
Phoebe: Oh, Rachel!
Phoebe: Oh, yay!
Rachel: Oh, please tell me its not because Im going with Mark.
Phoebe: Oh okay, well Im sorry to bother you. Bye-bye. (Hangs up the phone.) Yeah youre right, this is easy.
Lady: Oh, the woman upstairs is very nice. She and her husband have two kids, he's on Wall Street and she…
Ross: Oh, what were the other two?
Rachel: Oh they are nice. We-we custom-make tuxedos for celebrities and then when theyre done with them they just send em back.
Rachel: What � Oh! (points inside)
Chandler: Oh, would you say this was the most upset you could be?
Monica: Oh yeah!
Monica: Oh good, I hate it when you do that
Rachel: Oh my god, I left the water running.
Chandler: Oh my God, introduce us!
Rachel: Oh no! Yes! Of course, I know that! I justI meant yknow are you still a We or are you just You?
Joey: Not a problem. Oh, and just so you know, that guys not going to be bothering you about that baby thing anymore.
Rachel: Oh we were, but that was just a (pause as the audience reacts), I mean that was just a big drunken mistake.
Rachel: (entering from her bedroom) All right! Let's get this over with! Ugh! (She walks by the table and notices that no one is looking and accidentally on purpose knocks over the open cereal box.) Ohhh! No! Look what I did! (She starts walking through the mess. {Also, notice the continuity error in this scene. Note the position of the box and dispersal pattern of the cereal before and after the camera cut.}) Oh, I mean, look at this mess! I mean, we're probably gonna have to clean this up! Y'know? We're gonna have to reschedule!
Parker: Oh well, at least you were lucky to have him. Bow-wow old friend, bow-wow. So wheres the party?
Ross: Thanks. Oh.
Richard: Oh shoot! Maybe next time. (yawns) Thanks for a lovely evening. (shows her out)
Ross: What? (Motions for Phoebe to go outside with him.) Oh my God! She-she thinks were engaged! Why? Why? Why would she think were engaged?!
Rachel: Oh thank god, if Phoebe�s going, can we please take Emma home?
Ross: (sarcastic) Oh please, cant I come to your special, magical cabin?
Chandler: Oh God, it freaked me out. Okay, I know it shouldnt have, but it did. I mean I like her, I dont want to stop seeing her, but every so often its like Hey, y'know what, wheres your leg? I mean Im the smallest person in the world arent I? Im the smallest person in the world.
Phoebe: Oh no, I want to.
Ross: Oh, come on Rach, we will. I promise. We have more interviews (They sit down and Rachel sighs) And worse comes to worse, we can always reconsider the uhm... the first one we met with.
Rachel: Oh, all right. But yknow I gotta say, I dont, I dont think six years counts as an era.
Monica: Oh, blablablabaybaybay.
Phoebe: (gasps) Oh my God! David!
Frank Jr. (looks at the triplets): Look at them! Aw. I love you so much. (Strokes Leslie's hair, and she moves a little.) Oh crap, don't wake up, don't wake up!
Phoebe: Oh.Okay, then it gets worse, 'cause then I told him that I would see him tomorrow night.
Monica: Oh, well... That had been your window.
Rachel: (she hurries after him) Wait, we still have time to talk and theyre-they're not even in the car yet! (She takes a quick look down the street.) Oh look, there they go, okay. (She hurries in, too)
Rachel: Oh!
Rachel: Oh, that's pretty.
Ross: Oh, come on, Rach, he's a guy!
Rachel: Oh, that would be great! (Sandy leaves for Emma's room) I love him, I love him, I love him...
Phoebe: Oh, wait, wait!
David: Oh... oh...
Prospective nanny: Oh, you know, wait. I do have one question. (she starts playing with her hair) Do you guys do random drug testing?
Joey: Oh, ha-ha-ha! Ooh! Wait a minute, I used to get medical experiments down on me all the time!
Rachel: Well, it was, and you would have seen it if you didn't showed up at (looks at his watch) ... 9:30?? God! Oh, this party was lame ...
Chandler: Oh? Did somebody miss me? Is there a child to raise poorly?
Ross: Oh really? Did she tell you he plays the recorder, recites poetry and bakes Madeleines?
Monica: Oh... How are they?
Chandler: Oh yeah, well can you picture me saying "Go to your room! You're grounded"?
Phoebe: Oh, well, yeah...
David: Oh, uh... we just uh... happen to wear the same shade.
David: Oh, you're going to Minsk?
Rachel: Oh but look! Thats gonna leave a stain!
Rachel: (sighs) Oh... That's true.
Rachel: Oh, come on Ross...
Ross: (shakes his head) Oh my God!
Sandy: (surprised) Oh...
Joey: Maybe! (To Bobby) Well! Well so-so uh, what kind of music does Numb NutsOh forget it! I cant!
Rachel: (from bedroom) Oh, damn you Geller!
RTST: Oh, some, that's fine. Some is fine. Some is not a lot. So, it doesn't burn when you pee, does it?
Sandy: Oh, I gotta go.
Monica: (To Rachel) Oh, are the drapes still closed hon?
Dr. Long: (looks at her beeping pager) Oh, Ill be right back. And, uh, I know its really not my place, but please dont name your child Phoebo.
Monica: Oh wait.. What are you doing?
Chandler: (yawning) Oh, that's great.
Mrs. Geller: Sweetheart. Oh sorry were late, my fault, I insisted on riding the tube.
Amy: Oh come on, that was 20 years ago. Get over it.
Phoebe: Oh my god! Shouldn't we stop this?