words in movies
Rachel: Oh, Phoebe, are you still on hold? I was supposed to call my Dad back like two hours ago.
Phoebe: Oh, yeah, he clipped on, he said call him as soon as you get a chance, hes at Flimbys.
Phoebe: Oh, yeah, thats the word I use when I cant remember the real thing.
Joey: Oh, hey, you guys are finally gonna get to meet Kate!
All: Oh!
Chandler: Oh! Worm medicine for the duck.
Rachel: Oh, hi!
Rachel: Oh! Tommy, this is Ross. Ross, Tommy.
Ross: Hey. Oh, Im sorry, this is Cailin.
Tommy: Oh, I didnt, I didnt know that.
Ross: Oh! Well then this is awkward. So what do you uh
Ross: Oh! Yeah.
Man: Oh, well I thought that ah
Tommy: Oh, you thought, huh? Yeah, well that didnt really work out too well for you did it you idiot!! What are you?! A moron!! Huh?! It says D-13! Okay?! Look youre surrounded by even numbers!! Did that give you some clue?!
Tommy: Oh! Oh! The usher must be right! What, with all that training they go through! Get out!! (They start to leave.) Here! (He throws him back his ticket.) (to Ross, calmly) Hey man, you want the aisle?
Joey: Oh, hey, Lauren. Uh, you guys this is, this is Kates understudy, Lauren.
Rachel: Oh, hi!
Lauren: Oh, yeah! I-I ran into you in the hallway in your building. It was right after I slept with Joey. He dumped me the next day.
Phoebe: Oh, is the play over?
Phoebe: Oh, okay, yeah. (to Monica) I put your stuff in her room, and her stuff in your room.
Joey: Oh, classy.
Joey: Oh, you didnt see the Post?
Joey: Oh, absolutely! Youre talented and youre good looking.
Kate: Oh, youre sweet and cute.
Joey: Oh, it was great! Yeah, I-I walked her home, and it was amazing how much we connected, y'know? Then ah, then she passed out, but then she woke up. Yeah? And we stayed up all night talking, and now were like totally crazy about each other!
Monica: Oh! (They hug, triumphantly.)
Joey: Oh, ahh, go to the window. Im wanna run down to the truck and show you something.
Phoebe: Oh, I (starts jabbering incoherently)
Tommy: (noticing the chick) Ooh, hey! Hey, there little fella. (picks up the chick) Mr. Fuzzy-Man, how are you doing? (starts to pet him) Aww. (The chick poops on his hand.) Eww! Oh! Eww! Gross! Idiot!! Stupid little, fuzzy, yellow creature!! Oh look at me, Im so cute, Im a little chick whos disgusting! God, youre so stupid, how are you not yet extinct!! (the duck wattles behind him and quacks) (to the duck) Quack-quack, quack-quack!! What are you quacking about?! Dumb Donald Doo-Doo!!
Phoebe: Yeah, I know. Oh, good thing its one of those 801 numbers. Right?
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.
Monica: (sarcastic) Oh.
Phoebe: Oh! No, I-I think I just had a contraction.
Rachel: Ok, I, I hear what you're sayin'. I'm with you. Um, but I, but I'm trying really hard. And I think I'm doing better. I really do. Does anybody need coffee? (everyone in the place raises their hand) Oh, look at that.
Phoebe: Oh my God! (Starts reading them.) Dizziness, nervousness, drowsiness, facial swelling, nausea, headacheHeadache. Vomiting, stomach bleeding, liver damage! Now okay, I dont recall any of this coming up when you gave me these little death capsules! Oh Im sorry, extra strength death capsules!
Alice: Oh no-no, never say that. If we cant get it out then we can cut around the stain, add a little lace, you make a stylish throw.
Joey: I uh, oh! Because, uh, I havent really paid the bill
Phoebe: Oh, mon Dieu!
Chandler: Oh, uh.. I want her to think I might be in a restaurant.. y'know? I might have some kind of life, like I haven't been sitting around here honing for the past few hours.
Monica: Oh, so you finally took it out of the marina huh?
Phoebe: Oh, you're no ordinary roommate are you?
Phoebe: Oh, okay, I'm sorry, thank you for my azzz.
Rachel: (yelling and jumping like a child) OH, a soap opera roof party!! I'm going to a soap opera roof party!! Oh my God, oh my God!! (realizing how she's behaving) And it's out of my system!
Rachel: It was like months ago. We were walking by this antique store, and I saw this pin in the window, and I told him that it was just like one my grandmother had when I was a little girl. Oh! I can't believe he remembered!
Rachel: Oh, I am, my side still hurts from when you crashed into me yesterday.
Chandler: Oh, it's just some crazy guy who roams the halls here. He's great with kids though.
Joey and Chandler: (stopping her) Oh no-no-no-no!
Chandler: Oh no, now its not gonna make any sense!
Chandler: Hi, oh hi.
Ross: Oh, just planning my bachelor party with my best man.
MONICA: Oh my God!
Ross: Oh yeahNoYoure welcome. Well talk about it later.
Rachel: Oh, yeah. Definitely you, Pheebs.
Rachel: Oh, Im sorry. (Gets up and moves.)
Jill: Oh my God, Rachel!
Rachel: Oh my God, Jill!
MNCA: Oh God, you fell off the wagon.
Jill: Oh, thats so great! Okay, Im really gonna do this! I dont know how to thank you guys.
Rachel: Oh, The Velveteen Rabbit! Oh my God, when the boy's love makes the rabbit real!
Jill: Oh, Mr. Scientist has to get all technical!
Rachel: Oh.
Monica: (starts to cry) Oh good God, Ross! How the hell do you do it?
Ross: Yeah! Oh, I-I love this babies!
Ross: Oh stop.
Monica: (to Chandler) Oh my God. That was so amazing! When did you (pause) Hold on! I almost forgot (she turns to Mike) loser! (back to Chandler) When did you stop sucking?
Rachel: Oh there is no way.
Phoebe: Oh, look, he's closing his eyes again.
Phoebe: Oh my God, look! Thats Elizabeth!
Rachel: Oh not-not so much. Umm, what-what do you, what do you mean is there something wrong with Ross?
Joey: Oh hey come on, dont-dont-dont do this! Umm, look let-let me tell you something, okay? Now when I watch you do a scene, Im thinking, "Boy, she-she is a great actress!" (Shes not buying it.) Uh but-but, I am also thinking, "She is hot!"
Rachel: Oh no-no-no, no-no-no, thats not what I meant.
Janice: Oh, you didn't have to do this.
Chandler: Oh Jeez honey, I thought, I thought you were asleep.
Rachel: Oh so-so not really never.
Ross: Oh, well you see how it works is, the part with Dick Clark in Times Square is actually live, but they tape some of the party stuff ahead of time. Yeah, not a lot of people know that.
Janice: Oh, sure. Now. But what happens when he meets somebody else and gets married?
[Suddenly the door opens and Ross's mystery girl enters. I'll give you a hint to who it is: OH .MY .GAWD!! Uh-huh, it's Janice.]
Rachel: Oh, this is just terrible.
Rachel: Oh yes, its me! Sorry!
Phoebe: Oh my God!! You threw Pepper on the fire!
Rachel: Oh Ross, hi! Hey, how are ya? There you are!
Rachel: Oh, slides. (Laughs.) So really nothing happened.
Chandler: Oh yeah, it's actually in my bedroom.
Phoebe: Oh Chandler!
Chandler: Oh they didnt want to come!
Phoebe: Oh, so they owe me like, three Phoebes.
Joey: Oh, youre Phoebes fan!
Ross: Y'know, it-it doesn't matter. The important thing is that you're here. You're my friend, and you're here. Oh! (He goes over and hugs her.)
Rachel: Oh my God!
Monica: (faking happiness) Oh, my!
Carol: Oh please God, let there be a song.
Rachel: (entering from bathroom) Hey-hey! Oh, look at you, all sexy.
Jill: Oh great! Thanks Ross, youre such a good friend!
Joey: Oh, now I have to go!!
Joey: Oh no, not you too!
Chip: Ehh, y'know after high school, you just kinda lose touch. Oh yeah! I ran into Richard Dorfman.
Rachel: Oh! I knew it! What happened?
Joey: Oh I am!
Chandler: Oh, just like I said. That crazy... Bert... roaming the halls. (Joey bangs on the door again)
Monica: Oh my God!
Monica: (laughs) Thats right. My Mom doesnt have any faith in me! Oh, thats hilarious! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.
All: (simultaneously) Oh yeah! Come on! Yeah right!
Rachel: Oh, come on! You think thats gonna work on me?! I invented that!
Phoebe: Oh, Pervert Parade?
Phoebe: Oh yeah, so you can walk around naked.
Rachel: Oh, Im sorry. Ross Tillman.
Ross: Oh, come on you guys; thats funny! Yknow? Because hes needhes got like a hearing aide yknow, cause-cause yknow, cause hes all old, and
Rachel: (laughs) Oh yeah? Okay.
Monica: Oh no! Whats the matter?
Rachel: Oh, c'mon. She's a person, you can do it!
Rachel: Oh y'know what, we dont have to talk about work. We can talk about anything!
Joey: Oh, you want something serious. Y'know what you should do, you should get her one of those um, barium enemas. Those are dead serious.
Rachel: Oh yeah.
CHANDLER: [running out of his apartment after a girl] Ok, ok, you can be shirts and I'll be skins. I'll be skins. [sits down beside Rachel] Hey, how you holdin' up there, tiger? Oh, sorry, when my parents were getting divorced I got a lot of tigers. Got a lot of champs, chiefs, sports, I even got a governor.
Monica: (panicked) Oh wait! You didnt just sit on my Kit-Kats did you?!!
Chandler: Oh, so, forget about the birds, but big red insects suggest fine dining!
Monica: Oh my God!
DR. BURKE: Oh, well obviously you know Barbara and I split up, otherwise you wouldn't have done the head tilt.
Ross: Oh.
Phoebe: Oh thats not so bad.
Chandler: Oh thats great! Great! Thanks! But that dress I mean its like yuck! Its terrible! It makes me wanna just rip it right off of you!
Monica: Oh, honey!I can't. I was just telling these guys that things are crazy at the restaurant!
Chandler: Oh God. It's shovely-Joe, isn't it?
Chandler: Oh, yeah! How did you meet her?
Joey: Oh my God! Thats great! Congratulations! Whats the story?!
Janice: Oh, I cannot believe hes using our divorce to sell mattresses.
Phoebe: Oh, you're not going? (Fake disappointed voice) Oh, why?
CHANDLER: Oh, you're right I, I should play in the hay. Forget about the fact that I just dropped 400 dollars to replace a bracelet that I hated to begin with. Bring on the hay. [sits down at the bar]
Rachel: Oh what do you know? Virgin!
Phoebe: Oh, give it to me.
Phoebe: Oh! It will be fun! Ohh! Yay! Oh! Okay, ooh, lets plan the wedding reception. (She grabs the notebook which Monica used for her ideas and starts flipping page after page after page after page after page to find a blank one.) Wow! You really wanted me to do something with this van. (pause) Yknow what, I want you to take the chef job.
Phoebe: Oh God! Is that veal?