words in movies
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 God. What happened?
Rachel: Oh my God. Did you talk to him?
Rachel: Oh, Kim, Hi. (Kim doesnt even look up from her report.)
Chandler: You know Oh My God.
Ross: Oh, hey, hey Rach, do you notice anything..ahh
Monica: Oh my god.
Chandler: Oh, I am no women, but that is one tasty dish. (Phoebe walks in.)
Rachel: That-that is your make out buddy. Dont you recognize him? (Holding up the magazine in front of her face.) Oh wait. Ohh, Phoebe I love you. Kiss me please.
Rachel: Oh My God, Phoebe, thats not Ralph Lauren. Thats Kenny the copy guy.
Rachel: Oh..Go..Oh..and I told my boss that someone made out with Ralph Lauren. If she finds out that I lied to her, she is going to hate me even more. Phoebe!!
Ross: Oh great. So all I need to do is get some new skin. Thank you.
Phoebe: Hello. Oh good. Ross could you put up some of these flyers for me? (He smiles at her.) OH!! Demon!! Demon!!
Chandler: Hey Ross, I was wondering if Oh my God!! Where are all the men???
Kim: Oh thats interesting? Because I checked and only one keycard was used to access the copy machine yesterday during lunch and that keycard belonged to you, Rachel.
Rachel: Oh no, no, no. Oh God, you think I made out with him.
Monica: Oh my God, Joey, that is such a great tip.
Monica: Okay. Oh but Joey, come over later because Im going to teach you to make a bird feeder out of just a pine cone and some peanut butter.
Joey: Its not what you said. Its the way you said it .Oh My God, Im a women!!!
Kim: Oh, really?
Kim: Oh my God. He just gave you the coldest look I have ever seen. Its like he hates you. Then it is true.
Chandler: Oh my God! (He and Monica walk away.)
Adrienne: Oh believe me, Ross, I won't be telling anybody about this.
Monica: Oh... Yes, I'm sure. Oh honey, let's go. Okay bye everyone.
Joey: Oh hey! You got my parents gift! (Holds it up.)
Phoebe: Oh no, no, no, don't stop!
Joey: (sympathetic) Oh, I'm so sorry. I don't know any Spanish words.
Joey: Oh, oh, oh... What a dog says.
Joey: Oh well listen, anyway shes directing the new Al Pacino movie. You gotta get me an audition!
Joey: Oh, oh, oh... (5 seconds left)
Monica: Oh my God! That's wild!
Mike (to the charity guy): Oh my God, I love your shirt!
Chandler: Oh wait... What bed did you say she was on?
Ross: OH MY GOD!
Rachel: Oh... you're not gonna do a magic trick, are ya?
Monica: Oh, crap!
Phoebe: Oh, hey Joey.
Phoebe: Oh.
Joey: Oh no, no, no, let your dad get this.
Rachel: Oh, I forgot this was in here. Umm, this was the uh garter that I was saving for my wedding and I wanted it to be Monicas something borrowed and its blue. (Starts to cry again.) Yeah
Rachel: Well, this is really awkward (staring at the floor) Oh, and I can leave!
Ross: Oh, man!
Rachel: Oh, no problem. You can borrow it, by the way. (Puts her hand in the pocket) Here are your keys, hon. (She takes the keys out, sets them on the counter, and notices she also grabbed a receipt.)
Sarah: (looks over at Joey's platter) Oh wow, are those stuffed clams?
Monica (rolling her eyes): oh God.
Rachel: Barbara! Hi, how are you? (Listens) Uh-huh. (Listens) No, I understand. Yeah. Oh, oh, come on, no, I'm fine. Don't be silly. Yeah... oh, but you know, if-if anything else opens up, pleaHello? Hello? (hangs up phone, very depressed)
Phoebe: Oh, happy my wedding day to you!
Monica: YES! (Chandler gets an "oh no!" look on his face)
Monica: Oh. So nice of her to pull my hair, 'till I dropped the key!
Monica: Oh thanks. (Reading the bill) Champagne, strawberries Oh my God! I cant believe Chandler ordered porn on our wedding night!
Phoebe: Oh my God, what's it doing here?
Ross: Oh, I will.
Mike: Oh, you haven't picked yet. Oh good, 'cause I had an idea. I thought it would be fun if the third groomsman was my family dog. Chappy.
Ross: (showing the Playboy magazine to Gunther) Oh, hey, Gunther, check this out.
Phoebe: Oh, boy scouts could have camped under there.
Rachel: Oh well, You know, I think it's kinda really important that I go somewhere where there's sun, so I'm sort of... (Chandler leans in an kisses her) (She pulls away) Hey!
Phoebe: Oh! I though the pot stickers were supposed to be vegetarian!
Mike: Oh, no!
Rachel: Okay! No accountants. Oh, and no one from like legal. I dont like guys with boring jobs.
Phoebe: Oh, thank you.
Chandler: Oh yeah! (Monica walks outside)
Phoebe: Uhuh, uhuh... Oh my God! This is really happening.
Phoebe: Oh, okay. Hi new dad. (Chandler waves)
Phoebe: Oh wait, oh no. Wait.
Rachel: Oh! Molly! You're not Ross.
Joey: Oh, okay. Phoebe, do you take this man to be your husband?
Joey: Nice. Oh hey, what about Ross?
Janice: Oh, are you sure? Really? Because you know, you could make little puppets out of them, and you could use them in your theater of cruelty.
Rachel: Oh!
Phoebe: Oh, why? What's up?
Rachel: Oh... you're so sexy!
Ross: Oh, oh, ok, great. You know what, while you're at it she said another word the other day, why don't you, why don't you look up: pbbqqt....
Ross: Oh my God.
Rachel: Oh, I really could.
Ross: Oh!
Phoebe: Oh!
Monica: Oh no, it is okay, I mean as long as you know that Chandler and I are also very hot and fiery, just as hot as you! I mean our flame, whew, is on fire!
Rachel: Oh, great, Are you gonna be ok?
Erica: Oh yeah, let's do that!
Joey: Oh, so we didn't win, but it's fun to play the game, right?
Ross: Oh my God! Have you ever been in a relationship with someone who hasn't won the Nobel Prize?
Rachel: Oh good.
Ross: Oh, yeah. Emma's doing great.
Ross: Oh, of course...
Phoebe: Okay, my turn. My turn. (Joey hands her to Phoebe.) Oh! Youre so cute! Oh, I could squeeze your little head! (Pause) I wont.
{Oh, all right! Geez, I can't have any fun!}
Phoebe: Oh, hey, Mon, do you still have your like old blouses and dresses from high school?
Rachel: Oh, d'you like it?
Chandler: Oh, uhm, okay, uhm, do you mind if we ask you some questions about the father?
Joey: No! No! No Pheebs, Im not gonna yell at you. I just yknow, started thinking about you and David and I remember how bummed you were the first time he left. And I just Oh Pheebs, come here. (He hugs her.) Are you okay?
Ross: Oh my god, you know what, yeah, I think you�re right. I think � listen, listen!
Rachel: Oh stop that!
Rachel: (sarcastic) Oh, that is so hot. She walks around him to the other side)
Chandler: (struggling) Oh, really?
Phoebe: Ooh, this is it! (Looks in the window.) Oh, thats him! Thats him!
Phoebe: Oh! okay. Wait, are we in Joey's imagination?
Rachel: Well its hard to tell (Rachel gets up to get a closer look, only shes having some trouble.) Oh God, if she would just stop moving.
Rachel: Oh, good.
Ross: Oh, no problem.
Both: (long pause, they realize) Oh yeah!
Phoebe: Oh! Yeah, this is fun, couples night.
Ross: Oh, that'd be great! Okay, but if you do, make sure it seems like you're there to see him, okay, and you're not like doing it as a favour to me.
Phoebe: Oh, what beautiful lukewarm sentiment.
Rachel: Oh, it was great! We got everything that we needed! Oh and Ross, almost got something that wasnt on the list. A whore.
Chandler: Oh God! What was it? The thing that we hardly ever do or the thing we never do?
Rachel: Oh.
Rachel: Oh my God! That's my boss. You have to seat us somewhere else.
Phoebe: Oh, this could take a while.
Rachel: Oh! It's not good.
Monica: Oh God. I'm so sorry.
Phoebe: Oh, yeah, happy needless-turkey-murder day.
Rachel: Oh!
Phoebe: Oh God!
Ross: Oh... (to the others) Little heads-up would have been nice.
Joey: Hey, Im gonna call her later! Honest! Oh come on, Chandler used to do it! Hed even make the girl pancakes! Plus, hed make extras and leave em for me.
Phoebe: Oh, me too!
Joey: (understanding) Oh.
Ross: (in his head) Say something clever! (Pause.) Okay, doesnt have to be clever, it just has to be words. Say some words. (Pause) Any words will do. (Pause) Oh my God! This is the longest that anyone has not talked ever! (Pause) There is nothing you can say to make this worse!! So just say something!! (Pause.) (To her) I-I, I uh havent had sex in a very long time. (She leaves.) (In his head) Yeah, you really shouldnt have said anything.
Rachel: Oh, thank you... (looks at his face trying to remember his name)
Rachel: Oh.
Rachel: Oh come on, what are you talking about? Youve got three years painting houses. Two whole summers at T.G.I. Fridays, come on!