words in movies
Chandler: Oh, okay, time's up!
Chandler: Oh that's not bad, Pheebs?
Phoebe: Oh, I got tired of naming states. So I decided to list the types of celery, and I have one: regular celery.
Rachel: Oh, right. Sorry. But Tag's not coming; his girlfriend came into town, so he's spending Thanksgiving with her.
Monica: Oh! Why didn't you tell me? I made him his own individual sweet potato stuffed pumpkin.
Phoebe: Regular Celery! (Starts to write that on her list) Oh, I already have that. (She gets up and heads for her room)
Phoebe: Oh, it's not!
Phoebe: Oh my god! Where are you? (Looks around.)
Rachel: Oh, I'm sorry.
Phoebe: No that's just me coughing! (Doing some weird coughing noises and the dog barks again. Phoebe comes out of the room.) Oh, good, there you are! Listen, um, I have a dog in my room.
Chandler: And I don't wanna say this, I don't you guys to hate me, but uh, I don't think, I can be around that dog anymore. Okay, so either the dog goes, or I go. (An awkward silence ensues.) Oh my god!!
Rachel: Oh, wait before you guys go, can I just ask you a question?
Phoebe: Oh, I'd say about a month.
Tag: (looking at the street) Oh my god! Those guys are stealing my car! (He points down to the street)
Rachel: (she hurries after him) Wait, we still have time to talk and theyre-they're not even in the car yet! (She takes a quick look down the street.) Oh look, there they go, okay. (She hurries in, too)
Monica: Oh my god! Did you hear that? She said Monica! (She goes back to Clunkers again) Oooh, I can't leave her!
Ross: Oh, is it? Is it? Look, when Monica and I were kids, we had a dog named Rover. And, uh, one day, my dad decides, he doesn't like dogs. So Monica and her friend Phyllis take away the dog. And that was the last time we ever saw him. Don't you see? This is just like that. Only with a few details changed.
Joey: Oh No-no-no-no-no-no-no! He went over to Ross' to bring the dog back here!
Phoebe: Oh no, the dog's not going to be there!
Chandler: Clunkers?! Oh my god!
Phoebe: Yeah, she came all the way back from Ross' building. Oh, the things she must have seen! And then she climbed up the fire escape and she tapped on the window with her teeny little paw and then we ran to let her in (Realizes, that Chandler starts to not believing her) I went to far, didn't I? When should I have stopped?
Rachel: Oh, hi! How are you doing?
Rachel: Oh.
Rachel: Oh, god, I know it, that I freaked you out.
BOTH (but to different babies): Oh, Ben! Hey, buddy!
Chandler: Oh, the duck seems to think that Monica got me garbage! Hmm, I wonder what I could get Monica thats as good as garbage?
All: Oh!
Rachel: The beef? Yeah, that was weird to me, too. But then, yknow, I thought well, theres mincemeat pie, I mean thats an English dessert, these people just put very strange things in their food, yknow. [To Joey] Oh! by the way, can I borrow some Rum from your place?
Rachel: Oh my gosh! Oh wow! Oh, I know what this is! (Shes holding an item with a large suction cup connected to a yellow plastic box, with a long narrow tube and bottle connected the yellow part.) Wait a minute. That cant be right. Is that a beer bong for a baby?
Phoebe: Oh, yeah!
Joey (to Chandler): Look, c'mon, please? It's not like I'm asking for some crazy favour. This is what I do for a living. I am a professional actor! (he glances at his watch and sees the time) Oh, man, I'm two hours late for work! (he stands, ready to go). Look, here's a copy of my reels. It's got all the commercials that I've been in.
Rachel: Oh, that is so...
PHOEBE: Oh. Well is she, is she the first that you've been with?
Phoebe: (to Leslie) Oh, I thought you werent coming. What? Where were you?
Rachel: Oh, please, Ross it was so obvious! It was like you were marking your territory. I mean you might have well have just come in and peed all around my desk!
Joey: Oh. (She kisses him.) Yeah. (She goes into her room.) Me to. (He then starts to freak out.)
Joey: oh and you know what you should bring the black see-through teddy with the attached garters. (Nods)
PHOEBE: Uh oh, ooh, are we not getting along with the new boy?
Phoebe: Oh.
Phoebe: Oh.
Phoebe: Ohh. Oh wait! (Jis) you guys won�t be late for my dinner, will you?
Ross: Oh! A fine choice. I'm coming out. (Starts to climb over the furniture)
DR. REMORE: Yeah, whatever. Oh no.
Monica: Oh, no thanks.
Chandler: Oh, uh, I... don't... care. (Joey's date shows up) Ok, now, remember, no trading. You get the pretty one, I get the mess.
Monica: Oh! (Gets up) Lets see, well if this is the wedding hall then umm (Walks away) youre parents will be at home in Queens.
MINDY: Oh my God, I'm married!
Joey: Great! Thanks! Youre gonna love her so much. AndOh, shes the smartest of all the Tribbiani children. Hey, yknow the S.A.Ts?
Joey: (examining the tickets) Oh my God! Those are almost right on the floor!
Phoebe: Oh.
Ross: Nothing. Oh, actually, great news! I just got off the phone with Emily and it looks like I'm moving to a new apartment. Woo-hoo!
Rachel: Oh, they're firemen guys.
Rachel: Oh, hi.
Ross: What, do you, well umm, oh how about I come up there?
Joey: Oh yeah, and shes really nice too! She taught me about yknow, how to work with the cameras and smell-the-fart acting.
PHOEBE: Oh, I don't know. Umm, how about the fact that the underwear out there on the telephone pole is yours from when you were having sex with Fun Bobby out on the terrace.
Chandler: Oh no-no-no, youyeah, of course you get to be my best man.
Phoebe: Oh, ok, you want me to marry Mike? Alright, well, let's just gag him and handcuff him and force him down the aisle. I can just see it: "Mike, do you take Phoebe..." (gestures with her hand as if someone is covering her mouth and tries to shout "No! No!") You know, it's every girl's dream!
Monica: (she reaches out for it and stops) Oh God! I gotta go! (runs out)
(Ross recognises her and goes over to the couch, mouthing Oh my God
Chandler: Oh, no-no-no-no-no-no!!
Mr. Geller: Oh my God! This is so exciting! Well, get back in there! (Points to the closet) Ill guard the door!
Rachel: (shocked) Oh my God.
Joey: Oh, all right, I'll just have what she's having instead.
Ross: Oh, hi Chloe.
Rachel: Oh my God! What if he thinks I'm the kind of girl that-that would just sleep with him?
Chloe: Oh! (storms off)
Joey: Oh yeah? Then how come I keep(He notices that the marker board they use has been left on the entertainment center and holds up his discovery.)
Joey: Oh, hey, my pleasure. (he suddenly becomes very serious) So what are your intentions with my Phoebe?
Rachel: Oh Daddy, no he didnt mean anything by that, he really didnt.
Mischa: Oh, really.
Rachel: (disappointed) Oh.
JOEY: Oh, now it's a spare room?
Rachel: Oh. Okay, bye.
Chandler: Oh, come on, theres a rest stop right up there! Come on, I really have to goooooooooo.
Phoebe: That is so great! Oh, I... (sees that a parked car near them has caught on fire) Oh my God!
Chandler: Oh I do! Op, no, wait a minute, I took it out of my shirt when I put it on this morning.
Rachel: Hi! Oh, Im so glad you called.
Monica: Oh, I know, I never wear fake ones. I just did it so my Mom wouldnt give me grief about me biting them.
Ross: Oh, no, no.
Phoebe: Oh hi Rita! Good! (to Mike) Oh, Rita's a massage client.
Rachel: (picks up the phone and calls Ross) Oh, be home, be home, be home, be home, be home, be home. Be home. Be home, be home, be home. Oh, youre not home.
Chandler: Oh my God!! Is everybody getting married?!!
Ross: Oh, I've gotten into the habit of calling Rachel "Mommy" when we're around Emma. Which I now realize we are not ...
Monica: Oh no!!
Chandler: Oh, shes got you running errands, yknow, picking up wedding dresses (Laughs and makes like Indiana Jones and his whip) Wah-pah!
Rachel: Oh, I mean shes gonna be at the wedding waiting for him and people will be whispering, "Oh that poor girl." Yknow? Then shell have to come back here and live all alone.
Ross: Oh, oh, I'm, I'm, I'm sorry sweetie, I was just trying to ah, I'm dialing another number. (hangs up)
Ross: Yeah, oh hey, you are right on time.
PHOE: Oh, we were just trying to make Joey feel better.
Monica: Oh, good. Thanks.
Phoebe: (looking in the window) Right, oh yeah. Wow, oh, it looks like Ross is breaking up with her. Uff, I hope he lets her down easy. Lets go.
Chandler: Oh my God! Oh my God!
Rachel: Oh honey, thank you, but Mark's taking me out.
Rachel: Oh, yeah, sure, it's umm... (she picks up this bug and it starts to play the theme from Love Story)
Ross: Oh, not another one! Oh my G... And this is moisturiser. It's even harder to clean! Why? Why do bad things happen to good people?
PHOEBE: Oh you are so lucky.
Phoebe: Oh!!
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.)
Rachel: Oh no-no-no! No, I got this all under control.
Monica: Oh, well sure. This gotta be so hard. I'll do it. Gimme!
Chandler: Oh, thats mature.
Monica: Oh my God.
Ross: Oh great! Hey-hey Joey, do you want to check out pictures of me and Mona ice skating?
Ross: Ah! (realises) Oh.
Carol: Oh, great! Me too.
Ross: Oh yeah, Id love that.
Ross: Oh, you-youre-youre one to talk.
Ross: This is perfect! She'll have to come back here with your pizza, and when she does, I'll turn on the Charm-O-Ross. Oh I'm so glad you don't eat meat.
RACH: Oh, well, that's, that's mighty big of you, Ross. [to the others] I said don't go!
Phoebe: (gasps) Oh, you so would! Oh, you should get that anyway. (They both look at her.) Like for clubbing.
Phoebe: Oh this, well Im glad you asked. (She opens the case and removes a knife and an soda can.) Now, dont you hate it when you have to cut a tin can with an ordinary steak knife? (She efficiently cuts it in half.) Ahh! Now, I know what youre thinking
Monica: Oh, you really want to talk about getting people to like you huh, funny man? (Joey laughs but stops when Chandler turns to glare at him.)
Issac: Oh right, that Rachel chick from the coffee place.
Monica: Oh. (she laughs)
Phoebe: Oh my God!!
Frank: Oh, yeah!
Phoebe: Oh, that's it? (Mimics Chandler) A great idea! Oh yeah.
Rachel: Oh my God!! Great!
Phoebe: Oh my God, oh my God! Poor Monica!
Phoebe: Oh, youre such a gentleman. (Grabs his arm.) Come on! Were going to my place! (Drags him off to her place.)
Frank: (noticing the puppy) Oh, whos this little guy?! (Grabs the puppy)
Phoebe: Oh! Ooh! Umm!
Rachel: Oh yeah, sure, that too.