words in movies
ROSS: Oh my god.
PHOEBE: Yeah, it's just so strange. I mean, she probably woke up today and thought, "ok, I'll have some breakfast, and then I'll take a little walk, and then I'll have my massage." Little did she know God was thinking, "Ok, but that's it." Oh, but the weirdest thing was, ok, I was cleansing her aura when she died, and when the spirit left her body, I don't think it went very far.
MONICA: God, this is so hard. I can't decide between lamb or duck.
RACHEL: Oh god.
MRS GREEN: Oh my god, there's an unattractive nude man playing the cello.
RACHEL: Oh god. I think I'm gonna be sick.
RACHEL: No! They didn't even talk to each other. God, how was I supposed to know they were having problems?
RACHEL: God!
RACHEL: Oh, I'm sorry. You know what? I cannot have this conversation with you. I mean, god, you just come in here, and drop this bomb on me, before you even tell Daddy. What? What do you want? Do you want my blessing?
ROSS: Oh my god.
MINISTER: You know, nothing makes God happier than when two people, any two people, come together in love. Friends, family, we're gathered here today to join Carol and Susan in holy matrimony.
PHOEBE: [Mrs. Adelman's voice] Oh my god. Now I've seen everything! [Phoebe's voice] Whoa, she's gone. She's gone. She's gone! Go ahead, get married. Go, go.
Rachel: Oh good. (She walks to the closed bathroom door, opens it, and finds a naked woman wrapped in a towel.) Ahhh! My God, sorry! (She closes the door and confronts Joey.)
Janice: Oh! Youre right. Oh God. But, before I can say good-bye, theres something I really need you to know, Chandler. The way I feel about you, its like, I finally understand what Lionel Richies been singing about. Y'know, I mean what we have, its like movie love, youre my soulmate, and I cant believe were not going to be spending the rest of our lives together.
Monica: (Picking up a card from Chandlers wallet.) My God! Is this a gym card?
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?
Monica: Oh good God! If you want a baby so bad just go steal it!
Rachel: Oh my God, I cant believe this is a real $20,000 check, oh this is just so exciting.
Phoebe: (getting up) Oh, for god�s sake, Judy, pick up the sock! Pick up the sock! Pick up the sock! (everybody scared) I�m sorry, was that rude? Di-did my, my li-little outburst blunt (?) the hideousness (?) that is this evening? Look, I know, you all have a lot going on, but all I wanted to do was have dinner with my friends on my birthday. And you are all so late and you didn�t even have the courtesy to call. (her cellular rings) Well, it�s too late now.
Phoebe: I don't know. But, God, Joey seems to be handling it suprisingly well.
Rachel: Oh God! Yknow what I wish? I wish you were six years older. Well actually, if Im wishin for stuff, I actually wish I was six years younger.
Phoebe: Oh, God, just do it! (Grabbing the phone.) Call her! Stop being so testosteroney!
Joey: (slow on the uptake) Oh my God!
Rachel: Oh God! This is silly, Im gonna see you in a couple of hours! (They hug again.)
Chandler: Oh my God!
Monica: Oh my God!
Chandler: Oh, God.
Monica: (spitting out her drink in shock) Oh God, oh God, I am sorry... I am so sorry...
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!
Monica: Oh God, is it 6:30? Buzz him in!
Rachel: Oh God, oh God, oh God oh God oh God oh God.... (Starts to look under the couch cushions.)
Ross: Oh my God.
Cynthia: Oh, candles! (Notices something.) What is that? A blanket? A video camera? Oh my God! (As she storms out, Rachel returns and overhears the conversation.)
All: Oh! Oh, God!
All: You're kidding. Oh my God.
Rachel: (to Ross, who has wandered up) God, he's good.
Lizzie: What? (She opens the envelope Phoebe has given her.) Oh my God, there's really money in here.
Ross: Oh my God, oh- is today the twentieth, October twentieth?
Monica: Oh my God, what a fun day! That sounds great!
Rachel: Oh, God, ask them what they want.
Ross: Right, you're not even getting your honeymoon, God.. No, no, although, Aruba, this time of year... talk about your- (thinks) -big lizards... Anyway, if you don't feel like being alone tonight, Joey and Chandler are coming over to help me put together my new furniture.
Rachel: Joey, God, your apartment is like a hundred degrees!
Rachel: Thank God. Food. (She goes to answer the door.)
Monica: (staggered) Oh God.
Rachel: Oh my God! (Rachel, Leslie, Kiki, and Joanne all scream and hug each other.
Joey: My god, Angela.
Joey: Oh, God! (Hurriedly closes his legs.)
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!
Ross: God, I don't believe this. She could be giving birth in the cab.
Monica: (looking out window) Oh, god help us.
Joey: Oh my god.
Monica: Oh my god.
Monica: Oh my god, what were you thinking?
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.)
Chandler: Oh, my god, I'm so sorry. Are you ok?
Don: No. But God, a house made of cheese, wouldnt that be incredible?!
Joey: (on phone) Uh huh.. uh huh... oh my God! Okay! Okay, I'll be there! (He hangs up and to all.) That was my agent. (He tosses and catches the phone.) My agent has just gotten me a job...in the new Al Pacino movie!
Monica: (Into the phone) Hello? Chandler, what's wrong? (She listens) Oh my God, are you alright? (listens some more) Yeah, I'll be right there. (She hangs up and speaks to Amanda) I'm so sorry, but Chandler was in a car accident. (She gets up)
Monica: STOP IT!! ...Oh my God. It's true! Who am I?
All: Oh my God! Whoah!
Monica: (trying not to laugh) Oh my God.
Monica: Oh my God. Okay, go into the bathroom, use whatever you want, just don't ever tell me what you did in there.
Chandler: God, I love these fingers...
Monica: Oh my God! What were you doing in a library?
Rachel: Oh God, oh. Great, Monica, y'know what, you could've called, I have been up here, I've been worried...
Ross: (sets out a bunch of shot glasses and starts to poor himself a drink, many drinks) Im an idiot. I mean shoulda seen it, I mean Carol and Id be out and shed, shed see some beautiful woman, and, and shed be Ross y'know look at her, and Id think, God, my wife is cool!
Rachel: (to Monica and Phoebe) Oh my God, you guys, what am I doing? What am I doing? This is so un-me!
Monica: Oh my God! I love him!
Monica: Hey dad, what's up? (Listens) Oh God. Ross, it's Nana.
Monica: Oh God!
Shelley: Well yeah! ...Oh God. I- just- I thought- Good, Shelley. I'm just gonna go flush myself down the toilet now...(backs out of the room) Okay, goodbye...
Ross: Oh my God..
All: God! Ross!
Chandler: I mean I was nothing before you. Call the other girls and ask. Which wouldn't take long. But when I'm with you, and we're together, OH MY GOD.
Chandler: Oh God, I can't believe I'm even considering this... I'm very very aware of my tongue...
Rachel: Oh God Monica hi! Thank God! I just went to your building and you weren't there and then this guy with a big hammer said you might be here and you are, you are!
Rachel: Oh my God. I cannot keep having this same fight with you Ross! Look, urrgh, maybe we should take a break.
Rachel: Oh my god, oh, you guys are great.
Rachel: Oh my god.
Frank: Yeah!! Little Leslie is here! We got another one! Oh my God, I can't believe I have two-two children. How scary is that? (He returns to the delivery room.)
Rachel: Oh, god, this is great! The plane is gone, so it looks like I'm stuck here with you guys.
Monica: God, this adoption stuff is so overwhelming. There's inter-country adoption, dependency adoption.. There are so many ways to go, and this is like the biggest decision of our lives.
Aurora: (moves Chandler's arm and look at his watch.) Oh my God, I'm late. (She starts to get up.)
Phoebe: God, what a great day. ...What? Weather-wise!
RACHEL: Oh my God.� I can't believe you live in that building.� My grandmother lives in that building.� Ida Green?� No sense of personal space?� Kind of smells like chicken?� Looks like a potato.
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
Janice: Oh my God. You listen to me, Chandler, you listen to me. One of these times is just gonna be your last chance with me. (She runs off)
Ross: I don't know, God, I... well, it's not like she's a regular mom, y'know? She's, she's sexy, she's...
Phoebe: Well, because we thought you knew!! Its so obvious! God, that would be like telling Monica, "Hey, you like things clean."
The Cooking Teacher: (To Monica) Oh! Something smells good over at Monicas station! (She tries Monicas fettuccini.) Oh my God! This is absolutely amazing! Youve never made this before?
Chandler: Oh my God.
Chandler: Good save! We're back on track, and I'm... (grimacing) ..chewing someone else's gum. This is not my gum. Oh my God! Oh my God! And now you're choking.
Monica: Helloooo? Yeah. Oh my God. Thanks.
Ross: My God.
Rachel: Oh, God...
Rachel: Oh, God, he's such a pig,
Monica: My god, if I had a nickel for every guy I wish I hadn't...(Everyone looks at her), but this is about your horrible mistake.
Rachel: Oh God, it says he was hit by an ice cream truck and dragged for nine-(turns over the note)-teen blocks. Oh. (They all come out from Monica's bedroom) Oh my God.
Janice: Oh.... my.... God.
Phoebe: Oh my god. (Chandler downs another espresso.) How many of those have you had?
Ross: (coming out of the bedroom) Oh! Oh my God! I didnt even see you!
Rachel: Oh my god. Janice, hi!
Rachel: Oh, my god.
Rachel: My God! What happened to you?
Monica: (excited) Oh my God!
Mr. Geller: Well Im peeking. (He peeks.) Oh my God!
Ross: Oh my God. Ohh, my little sister and my best friend shaking up. Oh, thats great. Thats great. (Kisses and hugs her.)
Rachel: (taking cookie) Ok, thanks Pheebs (takes bite of cookie, overwhelmed) Oh my God, why have I never tasted these before?!
Monica: (as Rachel) (Suddenly laughing) Oh, god, I am so spoiled... That's it!
Nina: Oh my god! (Rushing over to give him a big hug) Youre amazing!
Nurse: My god. You still have your Christmas lights up?
Phoebe: (looks) Oh my God, youre right! I am too late; theyre sitting on the couch and talking! (To Patrick) Come on! (They go over to the couch.) Rachel?