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, its so hard to care when youre this relaxed.
Phoebe: Oh.
Monica: Oh, okay. No problem.
Phoebe: Oh are you and Chandler
RACHEL: I'm sorry, what did you just say? Did you just say hi? Oh my God, Ross, Ross, Ben just said 'Hi'.
Phoebe: Oh, it has a name?
Joey: Oh, I love you too.
Doctor: Oh, here is your beautiful baby. Congratulations!
Joey: Oh my, oh my God!
Joey: Oh thats amazing. (Drops the sheet.)
Janice: Oh well, Im divorced.
Chandler: Oh no-no-no, Im, Im paddling away!
Phoebe: Ooh, oh no! I have to go! I have a massage appointment.
Joey: Oh man, this is great, uh? The three of us together again! You know what would be fun? If we gave this present to Emma from all of us!
Joey: (seeing Ross) Oh hey-hey!
Rachel: Oh you went to the movies by yourself?
Rachel: Oh, I gotta go back in there.
Monica: <laughs> Oh yeah, like I'm going to let you talk to the queen.
Phoebe: Oh, you make sex noises when you get massaged!
Rachel: Okay. Oh GodOw!Oo!
Joey: Oh, I just I feel terrible.
Rachel: Oh Ross!! (Runs to the bathroom and closes the door.)
Rachel: Oh. <opens door preparing herself and then happily says> Amy! Happy Thanksgiving.
Chandler: (The room is filled with flowers and a floral print sheet on the bed.) Oh my God. What is th its like a guy never lived in here. Look, youve got to be careful. This girl thing is dangerous. (Looking around the living room.) Its spreading already.
Phoebe: Oh, my first massage today is this incredibly gorgeous guy, and every time I see him I just want to do things to him that Im not allowed to charge for.
Monica: Oh no! You werent supposed to see this!
Amy: oh... hi.. <goes to Rachel with open arms>
Monica: Oh God!
Monica: Oh yeah right there!
Monica: Ohh. Oh! Ohh!
Phoebe: Oh! Hey, Rach!
Phoebe: Oh, you, too.
Phoebe: (sits down next to her and hugs her) Oh no.
Joey: (notices something in the mail that Rachel brought in) Oh my God!
Phoebe: Oh, Gunther, can I get a scone?
Joey: Oh, okay.
Chandler: Oh my goodness! Where did you hide it?
Phoebe: All right. Oh! Shoot! Oh shoot! Uh, Rachel wanted to see this tape!
Phoebe: Oh, Monica, grow up!
Rachel: Oh well yeah me too. Um.. I had a baby.
Rachel: Look, I am so so happy for you guys, but you getting married just reminds me of the fact that Im not. Im not even close. And I dont know, maybe I just wanted to make myself feel better. And I know that thats dumb, but oh my God you were so depressed when Ross got married that you slept with Chandler!
Amy: Oh my God!
Monica: Oh! Oh, my God! No wonder my mother hates me!
Mona: Oh no.
Rachel: Oh Amy, you remember Ross.
Rachel: Oh, Joey, look who it is.
Joey: Yeah, sure. Go ahead. (pause) Oh, me, right!
Monica: Oh, I didnt know you liked football.
Rachel: (entering) Oh, hey, Mona!
Rachel: Oh, Im sorry! Do you need the phone?
Monica: Oh, my God.
Monica: Oh, thank God!
Chandler: Oh, great. We have to watch him do yoga in his underwear, but for this he closes the drapes!
Chandler: Oh, I know!
Chandler: Oh, and we should warn you, before you watch it: dont watch it.
Monica: Oh Rach!
Rachel: Oh, my God!
Joey: Oh, I I d
Ross: Oh, sorry. Well, look, maybe I can help you with it.
Joey: Oh, yeah.
Monica: (in a sexy voice) Oh. Oh yeah! Ohhhhh! Ohh! Oh yeah!
Joey: Oh, I dont know.
Phoebe: I'll find Bob, I'll get him. Bob? (starts looking) Bob! Robert! (looks at cabinet under sink) Oh wait, I think I hear him. Oh - Oh my god! Bob had babies! Bob's a mom!
Joey: Oh, I dont know.
Monica: Oh, did you do a picture of Emma?
Rachel: Oh, no problem. Im so glad I could help. Happy for you. (She playfully punches him.)
Chandler: Oh hey!
Phoebe: (entering) Oh hey you guys!
Rachel: Oh, I was just gonna ask!
Rachel: Oh sure. Older?
Rachel: Oh, its so sad they never had a chance to meet.
Laura: Oh, it's nothing. I went on a date with a guy who lived in this building and it didn't end very well.
Phoebe: Oh! Hi!
Monica: Oh my God! Thats my restaurant, Im the chef there.
Joey: Oh what then? Kick me?
Joey: Oh okay, okay! One more push! One more push! Come on honey, were almost there! Were almost there!
Rachel: Oh my God! Really?! Can I see it?
Joey: Oh, man, I could totally get that part. Im sorry, that seat is taken.
Rachel: Oh Joey honey I dont I dont want to lose
Joey: Oh, man, Im sorry. Why?
Phoebe: Okay. (Reads the leaves) Umm, oh! Okay, I see a circle.
Phoebe: Oh, did the little rich boy have a problem with the butler? Yes, mine's worse!
Chandler: Oh, I dont know man. I havent talked to her in like ten years.
Rachel: Oh yeah. That makes sense.
Rachel: Pheebs, you go with Monica and try on her green dress. If that doesn't work, you can wear my gray silk one. Oh, gosh, what am I wearing?!
Rachel: Umm, okay. But while you dial, let me show you the features of my new ringing handbag. (Rachel dials her phone and Phoebes bag starts to ring.) Oh, it does work! (Rachel grabs the phone and takes it out of Phoebes handbag.)
Phoebe: Oh hello.
FRIEND: Oh. Speaking of whom, I hear he's got some 20-year-old twinkie in the city. [Monica sprays whipped cream all over the place]
Joey: Yeah, yeah, she's really into history and foreign movies... And oh, oh, she loves puzzles. Huh? Come on, who loves puzzles?
Joey: Oh come on Ross! Hey Ross-Ross dont
Phoebe: Oh stop it.
Frank Sr.: I can't believe this. I justI can't believe this. How-howOh my God. How long ago?
Phoebe: Oh my God!
Rachel: (on phone) Oh my God! Oh my God! Thank you! (Hangs up) That was the fire department, there was a fire at our place!
Rachel: Oh God.
Mona: (seeing Ross) Oh my God! Ross!!!
Chandler: Oh relax man, relax. Youre looking a little flushed.
Phoebe: Oh okay. How about the whole "man walking on the moon" thing. You know? You. you could. You could see the strings people!
Phoebe: Oh there it is.
Mr. Zelner: Oh I think its best that I speak first.