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?
Chandler: You know Oh My God.
Monica: Oh my god.
Monica: My God, Rachel, I cant believe Phoebe made out with Ralph Lauren. Ohh, Im so jealous. (Chandler looks at her.)
Rachel: Oh My God, Phoebe, thats not Ralph Lauren. Thats Kenny the copy guy.
Chandler: Yes, God forbid we throw out old underwear. You-you know what? Im going to go over to Joeys.
Chandler: Hey Ross, I was wondering if Oh my God!! Where are all the men???
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.
Joey: Its not what you said. Its the way you said it .Oh My God, Im a women!!!
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: Please God don't let it be Kung Pow Chicken.
PHOEBE: [sees Marcel at the window] Oh my God.
Rachel: Yes, you didOh my God you didnt! (Screams) Well then why didnt you tell me that before?!
WAITER: Oh my God! Someone, he's choking. Is anyone here a doctor?
ROSS: I'm Ross Geller. Wha, I'm, God in your add you said you were pretty but wow.
RACHEL: Ohh, I'm gonna have to get over it. God, see I didn't know that's I had to do, I just have to get over it.
Ross: Oh God. Y'know, botanists are such geeks.
RACHEL: 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.
DR. BURKE: Monica? My God you used to be so. . . I mean you, you, you, you must have lost like. . . You look great.
JOEY: Well, we're, we're just goin' over here so that we can get away from the horrible flesh eating virus, for the love of God woman, listen to me. Is he lookin', is he lookin'?
RACHEL: I'm sorry. Oh God, I'm sorry, it's just that when you moved your hands down to my butt, it was like woah, Ross's hands are on my butt. Sorry.
RACHEL and PHOEBE: Oh God, absolutely.
Rachel: Oh God, come on you guys, is this really necessary? I mean, I can stop charging anytime I want.
RACHEL: Oh, God.
MONICA: I've not seen her since high school graduation. Oh my God, that night she got so dru. . . motional.
MONICA: Finger cramp. Oh God, sorry. Here, let me get that mom.
Joey: No, no, no, no! Hes fine! Look, look, look! (picks up the ball) Heres your ball! Get your ball! Get your ball! (he throws the ball and it bounces right next to the dog) Get your ball! My God, what have I done to you, huh? I broke the dog! Pheebs, I broke the dog!
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.
Phoebe: I'll have to get back to you on that. Okay, bye! (Hangs up.) Oh my God! He wants me to come over and feel his bicep and more!
PHOEBE: Oh my God.
RACHEL: Oh my God.
MONICA: Not that, this, US. Oh my God, Ross, you-re, you're, it's jus-, you-, ever sin- you been here.
CHANDLER: God that is good TV.
Rachel: Give it here. (She takes the table.) Oh, God. (And gives it to Monica right away.)
RACHEL: God, Ross, look, what you and I have is special, all Paolo and I ever had was...
RACHEL: Oh my God, honey that's great.
MONICA: Oh my God, it was incredible.
RACHEL: Oh, God, oh, God, I mean it's just so.
Monica: All right, Chandler get the coats. Erica let's go. Phoebe and Joey, keep packing! Oh my God we're gonna have a baby. All right. We're gonna have a baby! OH MY GOD, WE'RE GONNA HAVE A BABY! Oh God, oh God, I got to sit down, I got to sit down. Ooh! (she's hyperventilating)
JOEY: Oh my God.
PHOEBE: I'm not done yet, OK. God. OK, if that goes well, they may even want to make an album.
ROSS: [enters] Oh my God, what's goin' on?
JOEY ON TV: Damnit, I'm a doctor, I'm not God.
Rachel: Whoa!! Whoa, whoa, wait a minute. What time did your little friend leave? (Ross cant answer that) Oh my God. She was there? She was still there? She was in there, when I was in there?!
Monica: You heard him! "No bigger!" "You're perfect!" "Just don't get any bigger!" Oh my god he sounded just like my high school wrestling coach. You know what? I'm going to have to talk to Chandler.
RACHEL: Oh, thank God.
Phoebe: Oh, God bless us, everyone.
MRS BUFFAY: Schnoodle. Oh my God, what the hell happened to my dog?
ROSS: God, that was, that was amazing, that was incredible. You guys, you guys kicked butt.
Rachel: Ok, not that you need it but good...GOD!Is that Chase Lassiter?He's straight, right?
Mona: And the antennae Oh my God youre Spudnik!
MONICA: Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.
RACHEL: Oh my gosh, wow. Monica. Oh my god. Mom. This is so great.
Rachel: God! And to have to hear about it from Gunther!!
Joey: I swear to god, Dad. That's not how they measure pants.
Rachel: Country club newsletter. My mother sends me the engagement notices for 'inspiration.' Oh my God! Oh my God, it's Barry and Mindy!
Phoebe: Okay! Oh my God! My first bike! Thank you for the best present Ive ever gotten.
RYAN: Oh God help me.
MONICA: Oh my God, you're a freak.
PHOEBE: (laughing) Oh my God, you look so good!
MONICA: Oh God, you are about to get sooo lucky.
RICHARD: God. I love you.
RACHEL: God I know, you're right.
MINDY: Oh my God, I'm married!
RACHEL: Oh dear God.
MONICA: Oh my God!
RACHEL: God, oh God Monica, I forgot. This is our first date.
ALL: OH.....MY.....GOD!!
CHANDLER: Oh my God! (it's Janice)
Monica: God, what is wrong with me.
Chandler: Oh God!
RACHEL: I'm sorry, what did you just say? Did you just say hi? Oh my God, Ross, Ross, Ben just said 'Hi'.
MONICA: God, you are so lucky. I mean, I mean. . . you know what I mean.
Joey: No, Yeeees. God, how do I say this. (walks into the kitchen, Chandler follows closely, he turns around and gets startled). Oh, hi, you know that girl from the Greek restaurant with the hair (holds his hands up to signify she has big hair)?
ERICA: Oh my God. Do the people at the hospital know about this?
Monica: Oh my God. (Grabs Phoebe and turns her away) Phoebe. Don't look now, but behind us is a guy who has the potential to break our hearts and plunge us into a pit of depression.
Monica: God, look what I found in the drain.
Phoebe: Oh, I know, we should have been more prepared. (she looks around) It's okay. Now, the way I see it, our real competition now is Cameron. Oh my God, they just took her sweater off. Look at those arms! Hello Michelin Man.
Chandler: Okay, there's something different though--Oh my God! You smoked!
Ross: Oh my God, you've got a crush on your sister's stalker.
Passenger #1: Oh my God. This plane doesn't even have a Philange!
Phoebe: Oh God, this is turning into the worst wedding day ever! The bride is pregnant. The groom is missing. And Im still holding this. (She throws the test back into the trash.)
Janice: You know what, where he hugs you and kinda rolls you away and... Oh... my....God.
Chandler: Oh God.
Phoebe: This is madness. It's madness, I tell you, for the love of God, Monica, don't do it!! ...Thank you.
Rachel: Well they have uh, some unusual pet names for each other. Including umm, evil bitch and uh, sick bastard. Oh God oh! Contraction!
Rachel: What are you talking about Pheebs? (Takes out her compact) I don't (She gasps when she looks in the mirror and sees her face.) (To Ross) Oh my God, you drew on me?!
Rachel: Pheebs, this guy has been obsessed with your sister, for God knows how long, okay, you don't just give up something like that.
Monica: Are you serious? (they all look) Oh my God.
Phoebe: Whoa!! He is soo unreasonable! God, although I think I understand what he means. Oh my God, this is like 60 Minutes, okay, when, when, at first youre really mad at that pharmaceutical company for making the drug and then y'know you just feel bad for the people because they needed to make their hair grow.
PHOEBE: Yes, yes, and it's, and we always have to go to, you know, someplace nice, you know? God, and it's not like we can say anything about it, 'cause, like this birthday thing, it's for Ross.
(Joey leaves and Monica mouths to Chandler Oh my God!)
Monica: Oh my God, I went to high school with her. (to Rachel) Rachel! Hi!
Monica: Oh my God!!! What are you doing?!!
Rachel: Oh my God, what happened? (points to the cast on Janice's wrist)
Friend No. 1: My God, what were you thinking about?
>>> Joey's Subconscious So this is going pretty good. dinner was nice, got a lot in common. (Sees a magazine) Victoria's secret huh we even like the same books. (Walks over to a painting on the wall) Oh now there's a scary painting. wait a minute I think I've been scared by that painting before. (Looks around) You know what this whole place look familiar I have definitely been in this apartment I know I've seen this weird plant before (it's a cactus and he touch's it) AWCH! It did that the last time. Oh my god, I've gone out with this girl before yeah we had sex on this couch and then on that chair and no. no we didn't do it hear which is weird because it seems like a perfectly good place.
CHANDLER: Because I went to an all boys high school and God is making up for it.
Phoebe: All right, I have ya. Oh God.
Dr. Green: Oh God!
Phoebe: Oh my God! I dont believe it! Oh, you poor bunny.
Joey: Oh God. Uh, okay, heres the thing, this is the thing, okay, the thing is...
Joey: (to everyone) Oh my God! He's trapped in an ATM vestibule with Jill Goodacre! (on phone) Chandler, listen. (says something intentionally garbled)
Janice: Oh my God.
Monica: Oh my God! Well push it in! Push it in!
Phoebe: No, look, I told you that I didnt want you to try and sell it, and you just, you big fat did it anyway. God, y'know what, I think five years ago I probably wouldve done anything to play with you but, I can do it by myself. And if I cant trust you then just forget it.
Monica: Oh my God! Hes gonna rat me out!
Monica: Oh my God! He just said my name! Did you hear that?
Phoebe: Oh my God!! (She runs after him, but sets of the security system, which locks the stores door and brings down a set of bars behind her, caging her in.) No! What?! Help me! Let me out! Now! (Points the musket at them.)