words in movies
Phoebe: Ohh! So you're 5639?!
Chandler: Ohh that's the worse thing that can happen on an anniversary ever!
Rachel: Ohh wow! Im sorry, but Ross you kicked off your shoes!
Joey: Hit me! (He does so.) Ohh man! (Joey busts and loses all the money, but when the dealer starts to collect the cards Joey notices something.) Wait! (He holds his hand next to the dealer's hand.)
Phoebe: Ohh, you are so lucky! (To Chandler) Hey! So, where's Monica? Did you guys make up?
Ross: Ohh, it was the best!
Rachel: Hello! (She makes a face and the kid laughs harder. Finally, his parents drag him off.) Ohh, kids love me.
Phoebe: Ohh! You made up!
Phoebe: Ohh, get a room.
Rachel: Yeah, and also we need more umm, drinks. Hold on a second. (Gets up but stumbles a little bit.) Whup, okay. (She makes it to the phone and picks it up, without dialing.) Hello! Vegas? Yeah, we would like some more alcohol, and y'know what else? We would like some more beers. Hello? Ohh, I forgot to dial!
Ross: Ohh, it's Joey! I love Joey! (Hugs him.)
Rachel: Ohh, I love Joey! Joey lives with a duck! (Goes and hugs Joey.)
Ross: Ohh, here's that Macadamia nut!
Chandler: Ohh, great, I have condom in my wallet I've had since I was twelve.
Monica: Ohh. (Rubs her fake stomach.)
Monica: Oh, this terrible! Everything is destroyed! Look at this. (She picks up some kind of furry thing.) It obviously meant enough for me to save it, and I dont even know what it is! Ohh, its still soft. (She rubs it against her cheek.) What do you think this is?
Phoebe: Ohh. Oh wait! (Jis) you guys won�t be late for my dinner, will you?
Monica: Ohh!
Monica and Phoebe: (sympathetic) Ohh!
Rachel: (sympathetic) Ohh. So you raised her all on your own?
Ross: Ohh! A man with a plan!
Ross: Ohh, okay.
Rachel: Ohh, thank you.
Monica: Ohh Oh, thats okay I hate when people come back to complement the chef. Like I have nothing better to do! So whats up?
Emily: Ohh, I dont think so. I mean it would be different if it was way into the future and-and-and we were getting married or something.
Rachel: Ohh, its Joshua invited me to this fancy club opening tonight. But, I already told Mr. Waltham that I would take his niece to this dumb old opera. So What are you gonna do?
Rachel: Ohh
Ross: Ohh. (He drops the shoes, takes the brush from her, and licks the tip. He doesnt like how it tastes.)
Mr. Thompson: Ohh, nice choice.
Monica: Ohh thats sweet!
Monica: Ohh.
Rachel: Ohh
Ross: Ohh, I dont think so.
Ross: Right. Ohh! You-you want me to be your backup.
Ross: Ohh, yeah I already have one.
Rachel: Ohh
Woman: Ohh great.
Rachel: Ohh! (Whispers.) Really?!
Rachel: Ohh. Oh, so you really wanted to learn. Yeah, y'know, Pheebs I just wanted to have fun. Ohh, you know who you should go with?
Ross: Ohh, these are pretty good.
Joey: Ohh yeah.
Rachel: Ohh, you should know, this place is a real babe magnet. Wanna make out?
Phoebe: (reading the recipe on the back of the bag) Yes!! (Realizes.) Ohh.
Rachel: Ohh were not sailing.
Rachel: Ohh, sorry.
Rachel: Ohh whoops.
Rachel: Ohh, my new assistant is working out, yes.
Monica: Ohh, absolutely.
Rachel: Ohh, you can say. Come on, I dont want you to feel like you cant tell me things. (Motions for him to sit down.)
Phoebe: Ohh. No thats okay, hes a friend.
Phoebe: Ohh, let me see it! Let me see your hand! (Chandler is frantically trying to wave them off.)
Rachel: Ohh thats nice.
Rachel: Ohh! No way Phoebe! I want to be Monicas!
Ross: Ohh.
Phoebe: Ohh.
Phoebe: Ohh!! Ohh!! And I love you!
Phoebe: Ohh, uh-huh so much!
All: Ohh! That's great!
Chandler: Ohh! You guys gonna be living together again?
Rachel: Ohh. (She touches his arm for support and likes what she feels) Ooh!
Janice: (notices Monicas engagement ring) Ohh! What is that on your finger?! Im blind!
Rachel: (starting to cry) Ohh, you guys are so made for each other.
Chandler: Ohh. Mmm.
Rachel: (starting to cry) Ohh
Kathy: Okay. Understanding a little more why you're single. Ohh! Y'know, I have a friend you would like, she's really pretty. And then we could double date!
Carol: Ohh, yknow, Susans gonna be shooting a commercial in London next week.
Phoebe: Ohh, he left his cell phone.
Rachel: Ohh
Rachel: Ohh! (Exits.)
Phoebe: Ohh, I lost my mom to suicide.
Joey: Ohh. Wow! Well how-how, how will you be gone?
Rachel: Ohh thats great!
Elizabeth: Ohh, I wouldnt do it in there. Thats my dads bedroom.
Phoebe: Ohh!
Chandler: Ohh, umm, y'know what, I already ate.
Ross: Ohh, I-I see lotion, I have lotion! Will that work?
Ross and Rachel: Ohh! Ew!
Ross: Ohh, God, nobody likes him, and hes so cheap, hed never fly to London in a million years. Yeah, invite him? Hey, did I do these neat enough? (Hands her some envelopes.)
Rachel: Ohh! Its so nice to meet you. (She goes over and shakes their hands.) Hello.
Joey: Ohh I wonder if that dude.
Monica: Oh my God! Ohh! Look at this one! Its so beautiful!
Rachel: Yeah. Yeah. Oh, but once you find it, ohh it's so worth the wait.
Rachel: Ohh Oh, honey here. Take it all. (Pours the entire large bowl into her bag and closes the door.) Monica! We need more candy?
Monica: Ohh, sweetie! (Goes to comfort her.) Hey, I bet you anything that hes gonna call you again.
Joey: Ohh!
Rachel: Ohh, Lilies. Joey, theyre my favorite. Thank you.
Rachel: (looking through her wallet.) Ohh, I just dont think I have enough left on my credit card.
Rachel: Ohh, theres a picture of her in the yearbook actually.
Erin: Ohh, listen. Ive got to get going. Today was great, thanks!
Mona: Ohh! (Hugs him.) And I love spending time with you. (Ross isnt happy.)
Monica: Ohh. Oh! Ohh!
Cecilia: (running out to Joey) That was so wonderful! (Hugs him) Ohh, I think that youre a better Jessica than I ever was!
Phoebe and Monica: (sympathetic) Ohh!
Monica: (in a sexy voice) Oh. Oh yeah! Ohhhhh! Ohh! Oh yeah!
Phoebe: Ohh, Im getting too pregnant for this, lugging around a stupid massage table. Yknow, I have to find a job where I carrying a smaller table. (She goes over and stands in front of the TV.)
Joey: Ohh, then no. Maybe I should hear those specials again.
Rachel: Ohh! Yeah! (Pause) Yeah that-that wouldve been a much simpler problem.
Rachel: Ohh! (walking away from the window) Phoebe, this is all your fault! Now he loves her, hes gonna marry her, and this is all your fault.
Rachel: Ohh! Thats so sweet of you! Oh yum! (Takes a bite out of the sandwich and starts to get sick.) Did you put pickles on this?
Phoebe: Ohh, tough call.
Phoebe: Ohh!! God! (Gary enters and she sees him) Ooh! (To Chandler) Get out of here, good for nothing.
Rachel: It's not here Pheebs, it's not here. Ohh, I went to Joey and Chandler's last night! Okay! (Goes to the door.)
Phoebe: Ugh, its so exhausting waiting for death. Ohh, by the way, do you think you could(Groans, hacks, and then freezes with her eyes open and her tongue hanging out.)
Kim: Ohh honey come here. (Hugging Rachel.) Ohh it will be ok. Weve all been there.
Rachel: Ohh, I mean, we were really drunk. Im just glad we didnt do anything stupid.
Monica: Ohh, you are such a good boss! Is she pretty?
Phoebe: (still reading the label) Oh my God! This is a six-hour pill! (Checks her watch) Thats it! Im out of the woods! Ohh! What a relief!
Joey: Ohh! (Realises it was all a trick to get Phoebe to name the baby Chandler.)
Monica: Okay, heres batch 22. Ohh, maybe thesell taste a little like your grandmothers. This has a little bit of orange peel, but no nutmeg.
Ross: Oh my God. Ohh, my little sister and my best friend shaking up. Oh, thats great. Thats great. (Kisses and hugs her.)
Monica: Okay. Wait, just give me a second, I need to just get my boots off first. (She starts taking them off.) Ah Ooh Oohh Ohh Oh God Ohh Oh Ohh Ohhhh
Emily: Ohh, no. Ugh. Oh, leaving London, my whole family lives there.
Ross: (surprised) Oh... (he pauses) (sounds disappointed) Ohh... I'd love to but I really have to grade these papers.
Rachel: Ohh, yeah, well I wanted to give Emily a big American good-bye cheer. So okay! (Runs into the living room) Ready! Okay! Gimme an E!
JOEY: Ohh, you know what it is? It's smudgy 'cause they're fax pages. Now when I was on Days of Our Lives as Dr. Drake Remoray, they'd send over the whole script on real paper and everything.