words in movies
AMBER: Oh Drake.
PHOEBE: Uh oh, ooh, are we not getting along with the new boy?
PHOEBE: Oh yeah, it'll be fun. [throws a tennis ball at Eddie's bedroom door]
PHOEBE: Oh good, ok. Oh nooo, I have to go because I'm late for my um, Green Eggs and Ham discussion group. Um tonight it's why he would not eat them on a train. Have fun bye.
PHOEBE: Oh, this is so nice. Alright I have to make a speech. I just wanna say that of all the guys that Monica has been with, and that is a lot, I like you the best.
RICHARD: Oh, thank you Phoebs. That's very sweet.
CHANDLER: Oh, uh, he's not here right now, uh, I'm Chandler, can I take a message, or, or a fishtank?
CHANDLER: Oh, oh, c'mon in.
CHANDLER: Oh.
TILLY: I gather by that oh that he told you about me.
CHANDLER: Oh yeah, your uh, name came up in a uh, conversation that terrified me to my very soul.
PHOEBE: Oh, ooh, Soap Opera Digest, oh that's one of my favorite digests.
RICHARD: Woah, woah, no wait a minute now. C'mon it's your turn. Oh c'mon. Ya know, I don't need the actual number, just a ballpark.
RACHEL: Ok, uh, Billy Dreskin, Pete Carney, Barry, and uh, oh, Paolo.
ROSS: Oh yes, the weenie from Torrini.
RACHEL: Oh honey, are you jealous of Paolo? Oh, c'mon, I'm so much happier with you than I ever was with him.
RACHEL: Oh please. That Paolo thing was barely a relationship. All it really was was just, ya know, meaningless animal sex. Ok, ya know, that sounded soooo much better in my head.
EDDIE: Oh, this is, this is unbelievable. I mean, first you sleep with my ex-girlfriend then you insult my inteligenct by lying about it and then you kill my fish, my Buddy?
RICHARD: Oh honey, I'm fine.
MONICA: Oh, yay. Ok about that two.
MONICA: And, well, don't you have a lot of wild oats to sew? Or is that what you're doing with me? Oh my God, am I an oat?
MONICA: Wow. Oh wow. You know I love you too, right.
ROSS: Oh, hey, if I make you laugh, here's an idea, why don't you invite Paulo over and have a little romp in the sack and I'll just stand in the corner and tell knock-knock jokes.
RACHEL: Oh, hi.
RACHEL: Oh my God, honey that's great.
RACHEL: Oh they're in the top drawer. Hurry.
ROSS: Oh. How do you uh, ya know, keep it so neat?
ROSS: Oh. And what do you call that?
ROSS: What, what oh....[Ross and Rachel go into her room]
CHANDLER: Oh, I'm fine about my problem now, by the way.
RACHEL: Oh good.
AMBER: Oh Drake.
DR. REMORE: Oh, ok. Alright.
DR. REMORE: Yeah, whatever. Oh no.
RACHEL: Oh c'mon Joey, we care about you.
PHOEBE: Yes, I was going to incorporate that. Oh good, here's Monica, she'll have something nice to say.
ROSS: Oh man.
Monica: Oh, that's nice!
All: Oh, yeahhhhh!!!
Monica: Oh myThis is so embarrassing. Oh my God, Im never gonna get massaged again!
Receptionist: (sarcastic) Oh, that's attractive.
Rachel: Oh, okay. Will you take my place?
Joey: Oh, but hey look, at least let us bring the wine.
Chandler: Oh, right, right, shut up.
Monica: Wait! Oh my God! I cant get out!
Rachel: Oh, not much. I-I got a job.
Monica: Oh, you're breaking up with Tony?
Monica: Oh, um, around 8:02. We ah, talked for a little while, and then um, we went out for an innocent burger.
Chandler: Hello? Oh, uh, Rachel, it's the Visa card people.
Monica: Ok people, we are back in business! (Gets her headset out of her purse) Oh God, we've missed you soo much! (takes all the notes from Phoebe) Ok, go and get your hair and make-up done, and I'll take care of everything.
RACHEL: Oh, that's OK, it's just the shoulder, it's not my dress.
Joey: Oh, yeah, yeah, listen for it.
Joey: (entering) Oh uh, hey Pheebs. Uh yknow what? Ill-Ill come back later. (He goes to leave but runs into Ross whos entering.)
Rachel: Oh, everything's pink.
Monica: Oh my god.
Monica: Oh my god, what were you thinking?
Chandler: Oh great, food with hair on it.
Chandler: Oh, my god, I'm so sorry. Are you ok?
Chandler: Oh, I don't know, a million?
Phoebe: Oh, I'd like that.
Phoebe: Ooh. Oh. It looks like, like a tiny little person drowning in your cereal. (Ross gives her this look, like 'Yeah, doesn't it', and gets up to dump it down the drain.)
Monica: (spitting out her drink in shock) Oh God, oh God, I am sorry... I am so sorry...
Rachel: Oh, are you sure you're ok?
Phoebe: Oh hey you guys, I couldn�t get a reservation for the night of my birthday, so we have to do dinner Thursday night instead.
Susan: Oh, no, nonononono, you see what he's doing? He knows no-one's gonna say all those names, so they'll wind up calling her Geller, then he gets his way!
Rachel: Okay. Well thats pretty much all that we haveOh! Oh! Have you ever had a virgin margarita? (Holds up a bottle of margarita mix.)
Chandler: Oh, so you're divorced?
Phoebe: Okay, time to bring up the rest of the cups. (She goes and opens the door to Joey.) Oh, hi Joey!
Phoebe: Okay. Then, take the tiara back and let me hold the musket again. (He hands it to her and Phoebe poses in front of one of those small mirrors.) Somethings missing. Its not Okay oh, let me see the ring my friend picked out.
Monica: Oh hey Joey! We've been watching all day, when are you gonna be on TV?
All: Oh my God! Whoah!
Chandler: Oh, I'm sorry, so 'we' is?
Chandler: Oh well, thats uh, a little later than I uh, generally care to stay, but sure!
Ross: Look Chandler, Monica is really weird about this kind stuff all right. Believe me, I lived with her for 16 years. She is going to freak out. Oh my God, she's going to sit on you.
Ross: Yeah! I know! It was. Oh the only sad thing is I wasnt around when it happened for the first time.
Aurora: Okay. Oh no, I have to.
Monica: (stands up to hand Emma back) Oh no no no no!
All: Oh!
PHOEBE: I know. Oh, like you would drink her coffee after what you did to her with Van Damme.
Rachel: Ohh! This is so exciting! Oh God (Gasps and starts to sing) Come and knock on my door
Chandler: Little baby girl Chandler, where I have heard that before? Oh right, Coach Ruben. (Tries to get her to drink a little more from the bottle when he suddenly smells something. Its times like these Im glad Smell-O-Vision hasnt been invented.) Do you know what Pheebs? When youre done over there, we kinda have a situation over here too. (Phoebe is changing hers.)
Joey: Oh my God! Thats huge! (Hugs him.) Wait a minute, why come I wasnt invited? And who was going to be your best man? Dont say, "Ross." Do not say, "Ross."
Chandler: Oh, great. This is just...
Joey: Oh, ah- the kid has it.
Monica: Hello? (Listens) Oh yes, one minute please. (To Phoebe) Its for you. Its the fire inspector.
Phoebe: Oh, Rachel.
ERNIE: Oh wow, look at this nice deep hole I've been digging. Hey Bert, isn't this a nice hole here. Hey.
Ross: Emily? Emily! Oh my God! Oh my God, it's Emily! (He picks up a lamp and hands it to Chandler, for no reason.) It's Emily everyone! Shush-shush-shhst! (to Emily) Hi!
Ross: Oh. Hel-lo!
Monica: Oh. (turns and looks at Joey, who gives a way-to-go thumbs up and smile.)
Rachel: Oh! Well, um.. (Grabs his forehand) You've got plugs!
Monica: Oh, okay. Here, why dont you let me do it?
Monica: Oh my God! I love him!
Joey: Oh we kissed it up real nice.
Phoebe's Assistant: Oh, here comes your 3:00. I don't mean to sound unprofessional, but, yum (walks out, Paolo enters)
ROSS: OK, got the music, got the dinner. Oh and check it out, I made Marcel's favorite dish, banannacake.
Doctor: Oh my. Were gonna need to take you straight to the delivery room.
Monica: Oh, is everything in the car?
Ross: Oh, 's'funny, really? Um, I don't remember you making any sperm.
Paolo: Oh!
Ross: Oh.. oh... oh.
Phoebe: Oh, he needed some time to grieve.
Phoebe: No, no, no, oh no-no-no, its has to be 800. (picks up the instruction manual to check the phone number) Cause all those big companies have 800 numbers, every one. (Finds the number) Yeah, every big Utah-based company has one.
Rachel: Oh excuse me! Am I ruining my life?
Monica: Oh God!
Gary: (disappointed) Oh. Oh-oh-okay, I get it.
Phoebe: Oh, that sucks!
Rachel: Oh... Italy, I think.
Shelley: Oh! Okay! Phew!
Ross: Oh my God..
Phoebe: Oh, okay! (reading) "Would I go back to Allesandros? Sure, but Id have to order two meals, one for me and one for the guy pointing the gun to my head." (to Monica) Wow! You really laid into this place.
Rachel: Oh, you-you mean your earrings?
Rachel: Oh, no-no-no-no-no-no, that's OK, I don't need them. I'm going for fours.
Chandler: Oh, yeah! Thanks for inventing the lottery!
Phoebe: Oh, it's so hard to get rid of stuff! Did you and Chandler have to make compromises when you first moved in together?
Joey: Look, I just need a wire something to jimmy it. Oh hey, one of you guys give me the underwire from your bra!
Monica: Oh, I think so.
Joey: Oh Monica. (goes over and hugs her, then looks at the form and stops hugging her.) Wow, this guy's an astronaut. That would've been cool, (sees Monica) for like a day. (hugs her again).
Phoebe: Yeah. Oh, can I come?
Mona: Oh my God! Oh my God! Im so sorry!
Rachel: Oh God, oh. Great, Monica, y'know what, you could've called, I have been up here, I've been worried...
Fake Monica: Oh. Thanks.
Rachel: Oh my god, oh, you guys are great.
Rachel: Oh my god.
Ross: Oh, I hate this story.
Joey: Oh. What?
Monica: Hello? Hello? Oh! Rachel, it's Paolo calling from Rome.
The Singing Man: Oh come on! Mornings here! (Starts singing) Mornings here! The morning is here! Sunshine is here!
Rachel: Oh? Yeah! Sure!
Ross: Oh, please. I am not singing to your stomach, ok?
Phoebe: Oh... Milwaukee.
Monica: Oh, right! I completely forgot about that.
Joey: Oh, I will.
The Director: Oh thats great! Okay, well Ive heard everything I need to hear. I just need to uh, Leslie
Phoebe: Oh, Im so sorry. Um, and maybe Im wrong! I butyknow Im gonna go out with him again, Ill find out more.
Ross: Oh, she didn't think it would be that big of deal.
RACH: Oh, right, clink. [downs her glass]