words in movies
Rachel: Oh Monica that was the best Thanksgiving dinner ever! I think you killed us.
Phoebe: Oh. Aw, forget it.
Joey: Yeah, the other day I was at the bus-stop and this lovely fall breeze came in out of nowhere and blew this chick's skirt right up. Oh! Which reminds me, I'm also thankful for thongs. (Note: Actually, I think every guy is thankful for thongs. That and spandex. J )
Rachel: Oh, you're not gonna tell the whole story about how your parents got divorced again are you?
Ross: Oh God, no.
Joey: Oh, come on! I wanna hear it! It wouldn't be Thanksgiving without Chandler bumming us out!
Phoebe: Oh, did the little rich boy have a problem with the butler? Yes, mine's worse!
Past Life Phoebe: More bandages! More bandages! Please, can I get some more bandages in here! This man is dying(She is cut off by an exploding shell just outside the tent. When the smoke clears, she's missing an arm and the blood is pumping out like you'd see in a horror movie. And upon seeing her condition, she says ) Oh no.
Phoebe: Oh, this life! Oh okay no, Chandler's is worse.
Monica: Oh, let's not tell this story.
All: Oh, come on!
Phoebe: Oh no, I know! I know! It's the one where Joey got Monica's turkey stuck on his head!
Phoebe: Oh my God!
Phoebe: Oh my God! Monica's gonna totally freak out!
Monica: Hey, did you get the turkey bastedOh my God! Oh my God! (She sees someone is stuck in the turkey.) Who is that?
Phoebe: Oh wait! That can't be the one Rachel's talking about. She didn't even know that happened. So which one was it?
Chandler: Oh, come on Monica, reliving past pain and getting depressed is what Thanksgiving is all about. Y'know, for me anyway. And of course, the Indians.
Fat Monica: Oh, why? Why? What happened?
Mr. Geller: Oh my!
Ross: Oh, this is Monica.
Ross: Oh, mom. Mom. Chandler hates Thanksgiving and doesn't eat any Thanksgiving food.
Mrs. Geller: Oh, well, I'm so glad you brought him here then.
Big Nosed Rachel: Oh! No, not really.
Chandler: Oh yeah, it was great. You should be a chef.
Fat Monica: Oh that's so great!
Fat Monica: Oh gosh, listen if you and Chip do it tonight, promise me you'll tell me everything.
Big Nosed Rachel: Oh totally, totally. Y'know it's not that big of deal, we already kinda did it once y'know.
Big Nosed Rachel: I know, I know. And oh, and this time Chip promised that-that this time it will last at least for an entire song!
Chandler: Right on! Oh! Uh, but, dont take to long okay? 'Cause uh, we're gonna test out our fake ID's tonight, right Clifford Alverez.
Phoebe: Oh, I can't believe you called her fat.
Phoebe: Oh, no, I have the cutest Christmas story!
Rachel: Oh, yeah, I had too. There was never any parking by the Psychology building.
Rachel: Oh hi!
(Monica enters, but she forgot something. Oh, about 150 pounds. In other words, she lost weight, big time!)
Chandler: Oh my God!
Ross: Oh mom! Okay, umm, her name is Carol. And she's really pretty. And smart. And uh, she's-she's on the lacrosse team and the golf team. Can you believe it? She plays for both teams!
Rachel: Okay, oh, here's what you do. Just act like everything around you turns you on.
Monica: Boy, I love carrots! Oh! (She picks up a bunch of them and holds them between her fingers.) Sometimes I like to put them between my fingers like this and-and hold them down here while I talk to you. (She is rubbing her hip with the carrots.) Umm, and-and-and y'know if I get really hot umm, I-I like to pick up this knife (She picks up a knife without putting the box down. She's holding the box between her cheek and shoulder) and-and umm, I-I put the cold steal against umm, (Pause) my body. (She doesn't have any exposed skin within reach of the knife, so while holding the carrots in one hand and the box between her face and shoulder, she rubs the knife on her stomach.)
Monica: Oh yeah, of course. I'm fine it's just that(She drops the box and in a reflex action tries to catch it with her arm, the knife slips out and slowly flips through the air and comes point first down into Chandler's shoe.)
Monica: Oh yes! I have it right here, on ice! (She takes a bag of ice out of her purse and hands it to the doctor.)
Mrs. Geller: Oh my God! There's a toe in my kitchen.
Mr. Geller: Oh, I'm not falling for that one!
Monica: Oh wait, Chandler, come here is there anything I can do? Anything?
Rachel: Oh honey, I'm so sorry, you were right, this feels great!
Chandler: Oh well you're the best. You come here to me.
Ross: You'll see. Okay. (Readies himself.) Oh, what's-what's her name?
Rachel: Oh, Sophie, I guess you didnt hear about Joanna
Phoebe: Oh my God. What happened?
Monica: (starting to cry) Oh God!
Rachel: Oh my God. Did you talk to him?
Chandler: Oh, just this! (turns around and has a paint lid stuck to the back of his pants.) Yknow what its my fault really, because the couch is usually where we keep the varnish.
MONICA: Ok. Oh boy. You are doin' so good. You wanna squeeze my hand? All right, Ross, don't squeeze it so hard. Honey, really, don't squeeze it so hard! Oh, Ross! Let go of my hand!
Rachel: Oh! Oh, I just thought of the greatest wedding gift to get you.
Joey: Oh, yeah, that. All right, means that much to ya, Ill let you have her.
Joey: Oh, little party favours, check it out! (Its a shirt that reads, "Ross Geller, Bachelor Bash 1998")
Chandler: You know Oh My God.
Monica: Oh my god.
Ross: Oh, hey, hey Rach, do you notice anything..ahh
Ross: Oh, yeah, no problems. Its all taken care of.
Chandler: Oh yeah, I had no idea the amazing journey you go through as a woman! Tell me, tell me about your first period!
Frank: Oh, excellent. (starts to melt the fire extinguishers hose.)
Rachel: Oh my God! You really are freakishly strong!
Ross: Oh great. So all I need to do is get some new skin. Thank you.
Rachel: Oh no, no, no. Oh God, you think I made out with him.
Phoebe: Oh, have a great wedding!
Rachel: Oh, honey, please, no, I can't get started with all that Ross stuff again. I mean, he's gonna screwed up for a looong time. And besides y'know, I don't, I don't go for guys right after they get divorced.
KEVIN: All right. It's no big deal. BILL: So, she has a boyfriend. What is your situation? RACHEL: Oh, well, it's complicated. I don't actually have a boyfriend.� But um. . . BILL: Then, can I have your number? RACHEL: (pause) I'm sorry, no. BILL: Okay. (They start to walk away.) RACHEL: Oh sure.� (She pulls a business card from her purse and writes on it.) PHOEBE: (Reading the card.) Oh my God, you're giving your real number. BILL: Okay, thanks. I'll give you a call later tonight. RACHEL: Great. BILL: Bye PHOEBE: Bye. (The guys leave.) Wow. So, that's great. You, Bill, Ross, and Emma are going to be so happy together. What were you thinking?
Emily: Oh, no-no, yknow I absolutely adore Rachel its just that, well it might be a awkward for you. But its absolutely your decision. (Gets up.) More tea?
RACHEL: God, oh God Monica, I forgot. This is our first date.
Kim: Oh, really?
Phoebe: Yeah, I know. Oh, good thing its one of those 801 numbers. Right?
Chandler: (pretending) Oh my God! You-almost-gave-me-a-heart-attack.
Phoebe: So, here you are. It seems like yesterday I was talking to you in that little petri dish. Everyone said labor was the hardest thing I'd ever have to do, but they were wrong this is. Oh, I had the most fun with you guys! I wish I could take you home and see you everyday. Okay, I'll settle for being your favorite Aunt. I know Alice's sister has a pool, but you lived in me. Okay, so we're cool. Yeah, we're gonna be great. Little high fives! (Imitates the high fives.) Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! (One of the babies begins to cry.) Well, if you're gonna cry. (She starts crying.)
Joey: Oh my God, is she going back to him?
ROSS: Oh. Listen, have you ever been uh, you know, foolin' around with a girl and uh, she started laughin'?
Joey: (to everyone) Oh my God! He's trapped in an ATM vestibule with Jill Goodacre! (on phone) Chandler, listen. (says something intentionally garbled)
Rachel: Oh no, wait a minute, wait, I've got a presentation tomorrow. I can't miss that.
Phoebe: (in a sexy voice) Oh? (Takes the phone from Rachel.) Hello you.
Ross: Oh my God, the pages are stuck together!
Rachel: Oh, I can not believe you didnt tell me!
Phoebe: Oh, wait, she's walking across the floor.. she's walking.. she's walking.. she's going for the pizza- (Yelling) Hey, that's not for you, bitch! (Phoebe covers her mouth with her hand walks away from the window.)
Monica: Oh no! My parents have never seen me drunk! (Pause) That they know of.
Ross: Oh my God! Of course, of course. (To the class.) Umm, would you please excuse me for a moment? Umm, do you know each others hometowns? Why dont you (Motions that they should learn everyones hometown.) (To Phoebe) Wh-whats going on?
Rachel: Oh no. No Ross, dont do this.
Chandler: Uh, credit card. (Reaches for it then realizes) Oh no! No-no, but I left my credit card with Joey. (To Phoebe) Okay, Ill go get it. You guard the ring.
Rachel: Oh, Phoebe, do I wanna hear this?
Rachel: Oh my god. Oh my god. (She decides to make a break for it.) Excuse me. Move! Move! Emergency! Excuse me! (She tries climbing over a bench and falls down.)
Monica: Oh, here.
Phoebe: Oh my god. (Chandler downs another espresso.) How many of those have you had?
Chandler: Oh, yeah, he's my... he's my best friend.
Ross: I was hugging her as a friend. Its not my fault her-her hair got in my face, shes got a lot of it and it smells all-all uh coconutty. (Phoebe raises her eyebrows.) What?! Oh, that doesnt mean I have feelings for Rachel! Maybe it means I have feelings for coconuts!
Joey: Oh unless you uh, you wanna hang around.
Monica: Oh my God!
Chandler: (To Rachel) Oh my God!
Ross: Oh my God!
Ross: oh boy you got mad at that part. I went over there to tell him how great you are but you know me BLAH, BLAH, BLAH, and I ended up telling him that.
Joey: Its not what you said. Its the way you said it .Oh My God, Im a women!!!
Phoebe: Oh, thats it? (Mimics Chandler) A great idea!
Chandler: Oh, this is horrible, its just horrible.
Pete: Oh, believe me, I dont want to get hurt either. Im being smart about this. See these guys? Theyre the best trainers in the world, and Hoshi here used to be a paid assassin. (Hoshi yells at him in Chinese) A house painter! He used to be a house painter.
Monica: Oh good, another dinosaur story. When are those gonna become extinct?
Rachel: Oh! Pathetic! (Grabs the crossword puzzle and starts writing.)
Rachel: What? Oh my God! Im gonna miss you so much! (Starts to cry.)
Rachel: Oh, Ross, c'mon. It's my fault, I almost lost your...
Chandler: What? (pause) Oh, yeah, I'm gonna be a junior copywriter.
Monica: (lying down on a mattress) Oh! Ohhhhh! Oh! Phoebe, come here. Aw, this is my new bed. You gotta feel this bad boy.
Rachel: Oh thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you! (Monica opens the door.) Emily?
Joey: Oh, it was great! Yeah, I-I walked her home, and it was amazing how much we connected, y'know? Then ah, then she passed out, but then she woke up. Yeah? And we stayed up all night talking, and now were like totally crazy about each other!
Chandler: Oh, hey guys!
Chandler: Oh great!
Rachel: Oh, this ones for me!
Phoebe: Oh, this ones for Chandler. Here.
Joey: Oh hey, do you still have their final exams?
Janine: Oh that would be great!
Phoebe: Oh no.
Chandler: Oh, its not important? Its not important?! If it wasnt for a brides maid youd be marrying him (Points to Joey) not me!
Rachel: Oh no!
Ross: Let me see, I gotta see, I gotta see. Oh, a head. Oh, it's, it's huge. Carol, how are you doing this?
Rachel: (seeing his new table) Ohh! Oh my God!
Chandler: (entering from his room carrying a fire extinguisher and wearing oven mitts) Oh yeah, it's great! See you take a tennis ball, a bowl, and some lighter fluidOp! Op! (He puts out a small fire which has re-ignited in his room.)
Joey: Oh, shes uh-uh really sick.
Chandler: Oh thats too bad.
Joey: Oh my God. So thats it?! I only get to bring one guest?
Ross: Oh yeah! Then how come you didnt get the Geller Cup?
Rachel: Oh yes.
Phoebe: Oh Ross, calm down, Ill give you the 80 cents. (Ross glares at Rachel)
Rachel: Phoebe, come on can we finish this later? Cause I wanna go running before it gets dark. Oh! Why don't you come with me?!
Kathy: You're kidding! Oh, I love him.
Rachel: Oh, she does want to.
Rachel: Oh my God, I'm starting to look like my great aunt, Muriel.
Gunther: Oh, I-I'm just making a list of people's birthdays.
Chandler: Oh, yeah, well, poor Richard. Y'... I can grow a moustache!
Rachel: Ok, Monica. I just have to know one thing. Did you go with her to Bloomingdale's? (Monica looks away.) Oh! Ok, ok, ok, I just really, uh, I just really need to not be with you right now. (Exits.)
Phoebe: Oh my God. This is where you got all our stuff, Pottery Barn! Oh my God!
Joey: Noo, (whispering) more like a notebook... Damn it! (next word appears: "blueprint") Oh, if I'm building an house, the plan isn't called the 'shmoo-print'... Can't say that either? Woha... hey... (the last word is "Football field" and there are 5 seconds left) In high school, I once had sex with a girl right in the middle of the...
Chandler: Oh yeah!
Joey: Oh well then, good night!
Janine: Oh good.
Phoebe: Oh! No, I-I think I just had a contraction.
Rachel: Ok, I, I hear what you're sayin'. I'm with you. Um, but I, but I'm trying really hard. And I think I'm doing better. I really do. Does anybody need coffee? (everyone in the place raises their hand) Oh, look at that.
Phoebe: Oh my God! (Starts reading them.) Dizziness, nervousness, drowsiness, facial swelling, nausea, headacheHeadache. Vomiting, stomach bleeding, liver damage! Now okay, I dont recall any of this coming up when you gave me these little death capsules! Oh Im sorry, extra strength death capsules!
Alice: Oh no-no, never say that. If we cant get it out then we can cut around the stain, add a little lace, you make a stylish throw.
Joey: I uh, oh! Because, uh, I havent really paid the bill