words in movies
Rachel: Okay, okay, I checked. We have: Earl Grey, English Breakfast, Cinnamon Stick, Camomile, Mint Medley, Blackberry, and.. oh, wait, there's one more, um.. Lemon Soother. You're not the guy that asked for the tea, are you? (Guy shakes his head) Okay.
Rachel: Thank you. (Examines it) Oh, cool! Free sample of coffee!
Monica: Oh good! 'Cause where else would we get any?
Rachel: Oh. Right. ...Oh great.
Rachel: Country club newsletter. My mother sends me the engagement notices for 'inspiration.' Oh my God! Oh my God, it's Barry and Mindy!
Rachel: Mindy, my maid of. Oh!
Rachel: Oh, I'm sorry. Oh, this is so stupid! I mean, I gave Barry up, right? I should be happy for them! I am, I'm happy for them.
Rachel: No. Oh, oh, I guess it would be different if I were- with somebody.
Rachel: Oh, I don't know. I guess it's not about no guys, it's about the right guy, y'know? I mean, with Barry, it was safe and it was easy, but there was no heat. With Paolo, that's all there was, was heat! And it was just this raw, animal, sexual...
Monica: Oh, hang on, hang on. Does Aunt Monica get a say in this?
Ross: 'Pwease, Aunt Monica, pwease?' Oh, unclench. You're not even gonna be there.
Rachel: Now, now the one in the feather boa, that's Dr. Francis. Now, she used to be a man. Okay, now look, see, there's Raven. We hate her. We're glad she's dying. Okay- (Marcel pushes down a cushion to reveal a shoe) Wh- wh- Marcel, are you playing with Monica's shoes? You know you're not supposed to pl- whoah. Marcel, did you poo in the shoe? (Takes the shoe into the kitchen) Marcel, bad monkey! Oh! Oh! (She notices the newsletter and taps the contents of the shoes onto it, then folds it shut) Sorry, Barry. Little engagement gift. I'm sure you didn't register for that. (She leaves the apartment holding the newsletter at arm's length. However, she leaves the door open. Marcel runs out in the opposite direction. There is a shot from the TV and Rachel runs back in) Who died? Who died? Roll him over! Oh, c'mon, roll him over! Oh...! Well, we know it wasn't Dexter, right Marcel? Because- (Looks down and notices he is missing) Marcel? Marc- (Notices the open door)
Rachel: Oh. Oh, those little clunky Amish things you think go with everything.
Phoebe: Oh no, how?
Rachel: Oh, my, God, c'mon, you guys! He's gonna be home any minute! He's gonna kill me!
Rachel: Anybody wanna trade? Oh...
Rachel: Oh, I would love some. But y'know what? Y'know what? Let's not drink it here. I'm feeling kinda crazy. You wanna go to Newark?
Rachel: Oh God, Ross, I cannot do this.
Rachel: Oh God... Okay. Alright. Alright. Okay. Ross, please don't hate me.
Ross: Oh, what? What-what?
Rachel: (Tearfully) Ross, I'm doing everything that I can, I've got everybody looking for him, and I- (Door buzzer goes and she runs to get it) Oh! Who is it?
Rachel: Oh, y'know what? That was a complete misunderstanding! (Ross puts his arms around her and they act all sweetness and light)
Phoebe: Oh, is that who the monkey's named after?
Phoebe: Oh my God. You'd put that poor little creature in jail?
Luisa: Oh my God, you are! And you're Rachel Green!
Rachel: Luisa? Oh my God! Monica! It's Luisa!
Monica: Oh, I'm- I'm so sorry!
Joey: Oh. Then, no.
Chandler: Oh, nononowaitwaitwaitnono! Uh... we may not know anything about radiators per se, but we do have a certain amount of expertise in the heating and cooling... mileu.
Phoebe: Oh, it's okay, it was just my left leg.
Phoebe: Yeah! Oh, c'mere, Marcel! Oh, Marcel, c'mere!
Phoebe: Yeah, think so. Oh! (She notices the tranquiliser dart has hit her in the butt and removes it) Huh. (Sways back) Whoah.
Monica: Oh gosh.
Ross: Marc- oh, this is ridiculous! We've been all over the neighbourhood. He's gone, he's-he's just gone.
Ross: Oh come on. It's cold, it's dark, he doesn't know the Village. (Kicks a sign in frustration) And now I have a broken foot. I have no monkey, and a broken foot! Thank you very much.
Rachel: Ross, I said I'm sorry like a million times. What do you want me to do? You want me to break my foot too? Okay, I'm gonna break my foot, right here. (Kicks the sign) Ow!! Oh! Oh my God, oh my God! There, are you happy now?!
Ross: Oh, no no no. Nono, this is just vintage Rachel. I mean, things just sort of happen around you. I mean, you're off in Rachel-land, doing your Rachel-thing, totally oblivious to people's monkeys, or to people's feelings...
Ross: Oh, forget it, okay?
Phoebe: Oh, this is so intense. One side of my butt is totally asleep, and the other side has no idea.
Rachel: Oh, c'mon, Luisa!
Rachel: Oh, Ross, c'mon. It's my fault, I almost lost your...
Ross and Rachel: Oh!
Phoebe: Oh. Oooh! Ooh! Ooh! (She stands up and starts to dance around) Ooh! My butt cheek is waking up! Oooh! Ooh!
Monica: Oh, when you get over this breakup we need to go shopping.
Phoebe: Oh, how does it work?
Phoebe: Ooh, babies! Oh, this one is so cute, get this one!
Joey: Oh. Oh, thanks.
Rachel: Oh, you bet.
Frank Jr.: Sometimes I think that.. Oh, no, no, no, I can't say it, it's too horrible. No.
Colleen: Oh, please, we're happy to help.
Monica: Oh my god!
Joey: Oh... yeah... Probably you don't even remember my name. It's Joey, by the way. And don't bother telling me yours, because I totally remember it... lady. Yeah! I waited weeks for you to call me.
Charlie: Oh, you know what? This is nothing. My father is a raging alcoholic.
Joey: Oh my God! (they all hug) Oh! Hey, can I have an aquarium? And a sex swing?
Ross: Oh, (door is locked) holy molly are we in a pickle now.
Rachel: Oh my god, are we supposed to answer?
Monica: Oh my God, it was the best funeral ever! I mean, everyone loved the food, and guess what? I even got another funeral for tomorrowthe dead-guy-from-today's best friend. I mean, it is like I am the official caterer for that accident!
Ross: Oh, come here sweetie, listen, youre gonna go on like a thousand interviews before you get a job. (she glares at him) Thats not how that was supposed to come out.
Phoebe: Oh, you won't believe who moved back to town.
Rachel: Oh, I probably shouldntso I will! (Joey starts making her refill and Rachel notices that rain thing Joey has.) Oh! Wow! Its like its raining!
Rachel: Oh, wait before you guys go, can I just ask you a question?
Joey: Its not what you said. Its the way you said it Oh My God, Im a woman!!!
Rachel: Oh!
Phoebe: Oh, look, twins. Hi, guys. Oh, cute, cute.
Joey: Oh! Hey! Thank God you guys are here!
Rachel: (laughing) oooh! Oh oh!
Chandler: Oh, I hate that. I once had a thing of half and half, stole my car.
Joey: Oh, let me get this. (He takes out his wallet, but the panties come with it. The woman and waitress are shocked.) (Realizing) (To the woman) These are for you.
Monica: Oh good God! If you want a baby so bad just go steal it!
Monica: Oh My God!
Joey: Oh! yeah!
Phoebe: (Also gets up and starts taking her purse) Oh my God. Was Mike with him?
Rachel: What? Oh my God! I'm so sorry. Joey? Are you ok?
Ross: OH! SON OF A BITCH!
Ross: Yeah, y'know the ah, the girlfriend I told you about last night? (Hes frantically throwing the cushions off of the couch looking for her other shoe) Well it turns out she ah, she wants to get back together with me. Oh, I found it!!
Monica: Okay. Lets hurryOh wait! Do we have a condom? (He looks at her.) Oh right! (Laughs and they resume making out when a nurse catches them in the act.)
Rachel: Oh no, it's still nap time. But she'll be up soon.
Joey: Oh, yeah! How was I supposed to know?
Rachel: Oh, she's still napping
Chandler: Oh, sure, she was probably up all night, excited about the party she knows is happening.
Phoebe: Oh!
Ross: Oh, great!
Rachel: Oh! Emma might like what?
Rachel: Oh, ok, which one?
Rachel: Oh, Phoebe, I’m sorry! Phoebe has prepared something as well.
Rachel: Oh, well, (looks at her box and chair) you're not catching me on my best day.
Joey: (says hi to his grandma) Look! Oh! (Pointing out the window.) Is that the Pope?! (Chandler and his grandma turn to look and Joey slips a tape into the VCR.)
Rachel: Oh! See just Im right back where I started! Aww, this sucks! Being alone, sucks! (She sits down heavily in one of the new chairs)
Rachel: Oh no. I mean it. After what just happened, I�m never leaving her again.
Phoebe (sees the cake): oh! Now it’s a party!
Zack: Oh! I'm gonna go wash up first. (Chandler points him the bathroom) Thanks!
Rachel: Oh! Believe you me! I am going to bring this cake back, I don't even want it in my home... (Turns towards the cake and sees Joey trying to take a piece and yells at him) Joey, don't touch it!!
Chandler: Oh yes, sir! Put me out of my misery. Are you sure you never played pro? (Does his work laugh.) (To Monica) Please let them win!
Rachel: Aw, its unbelievable! Wow! She is kicking so much! Oh, shes like umm oh whos that kind of annoying girl soccer player?
Joey: Oh! I forgot you used to live here!
Phoebe: Oh before I forget, are you coming to Mike's piano bar tonight?
Monica: Oh, my fiancee wants the Swing Kings.
Ross: Oh wow! I mean, wow! I mean, I-I-I think shes cute but I-I would never have thought of going out with her, never!
Phoebe: Good! Oh yay! Let's get down to business! Emma needs some makeup!
Joey: (bewildered) Oh! Oh, well! At least we're both having fun!
Rachel: Yep. Oh, yeah, look you great. (She puts her arm in his and checks how they would look as a couple.) Oh yeah. Yeah, this looks great. (Pause) Umm, so you like it?
Guy: Oh, its you. I see you everywhere. Im Jim, Jim Nelson.
Phoebe: Oh, Ross, Mon, is it okay if I bring someone to your parents anniversary party?
Phoebe: Oh good, I didn't miss the party.
Rachel: Oh! Emma, that's right! You're that many!
Rachel: Oh yeah, nothing! These are happy tears! This is just what I wanted.
Ross: (surprised) Oh... (he pauses) (sounds disappointed) Ohh... I'd love to but I really have to grade these papers.
Rachel: Oh, I have to pee. If I dont come out in five minutes its because Ive choked to death on the potpourri stink. (Goes into the bathroom.)
Ross: (to Joey) Oh my God!
Rachel: Thank you doctor. (Dr. Long exits.) (To Joey) Oh thank you for being so nice and calm.
Rachel: What? Oh my God! To who?
Ross: Oh nice tan!
Rachel: Oh, I know, isn't she?
Amy: Oh! Um... Well... I'm getting married.
Phoebe: Oh, yeah. Could be Rachel asking if someone could baby-sit again.
Phoebe: Oh, it’s the worst way to propose!
Monica: Oh, I'm so glad you guys like it. Yay! All right I gotta go to work. (tries to take the poem)
Rachel: Oh, good for you!
Monica: Okay, I've broken them down into categories. Okay, we have uh, we got holidays, birthdays, candids, y'know And then what I've done is I've cross-referenced them by subject. Right? So if you're looking up, oh let's say birthdays and dogs, you get Photo 152. See? (Hands her the photo.)
Amy: Oh, sweety, you can’t pull this off.
Rachel: Oh, that is so tacky.
Monica: Oh my God, Mike was gonna propose?
Rachel: (Takes the phone) Oh! That's interesting, since she died seven years ago!!
Amy: (very excited) Oh! Great! So how much does it pay? (Ross just gives up and leaves)
Monica: Ohhh! What are you doing to me?! Oh look, I-I Im sorry but umm, this-this-this-this is not going to happen.
Rachel: Yeah I dont think dressing provocatively is going to help me here! Oh my god just please take her.
Tag: Oh yeah! We went to the Knicks game.
Rachel: Oh, they're real!
Phoebe: Oh, god. So adorable. Look at them sleeping there like angels.
Rachel: Oh yeah? Since when?
Rachel: (embarrassed) Oh, I can give you that.
Phoebe: Oh my God!
All: OH!
Phoebe: Thank you! (to Rachel) Oh, and I have something for you!
Rachel: Oh!
Phoebe: Oh, my first love!
Phoebe: (proud of herself) Oh yes, they are.
Chandler: Oh... I don't know, I really don't think you're right for the part.
PHOE: Your boobs are fine. Look, I never should have said anything. Come here. Come here. [hugs Chandler but holds her hands apart behind his back] Oh, can't make.... hands... meet....
Rachel: Did I say I was done guessing? Okay, thank you for that. Oh wow! Whats this?
Dana: Im sorry Chandler, yknow you are such a sweet guy and I, I dont want to hurt you. Oh, I wish there was something I can do to make you feel better.
Ross: Oh hi! Hello! Uh, have you come to ask me some more paleontology related questions? Uhm... your grandmother's nickname, perhaps? (Now yelling) Aunt Margaret's pants size?
Monica: Oh, right.