words in movies
Janice: (notices Monicas engagement ring) Ohh! What is that on your finger?! Im blind!
Erin: Ohh, listen. Ive got to get going. Today was great, thanks!
Ross: Ohh!
Rachel: Ohh! Okay!
Rachel: Ohh! Me too!
Rachel: Ohh, I would love too.
ERICA: Ohh, and I see you're having a little party too. Is she here, huh, huh?
Rachel: Ohh, so do you! Did you lose weight? (Shes not quite sure of that one.)
Rachel: Ohh, of course Monicas brother!
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.
Rachel: Ohh, I mean its just so realistic!
Rachel: Ohh, Phoebe, what am I going to do?
Rachel: Ohh, okay. (Ross has a sign on his back that reads Poop.) WhAh-ha! (Ross stops and turns.) Wait a minute. Uh Ben, I cant do it.
Rachel: Ohh! My God! Barry!!
Phoebe: (singing) ...fuchsia and mauvvve. Those are the 66 colours of my bedroommmm. (applause) Thank you, thank you. Ohh, and I invite you to count the colours in your bedroom. (Sees that Phoebe Sr. has entered, and to her) Except for you. You go away.
Phoebe: Ohh! We went to a self-defense class today!
Phoebe: Ohh, youre a freak!!
Rachel: Ohh! I would kill for a salmon skin roll right now!
Elizabeth: Ohh thats so sweet!
Dana: Ohh, Im sorry.
Monica: Oh, this terrible! Everything is destroyed! Look at this. (She picks up some kind of furry thing.) It obviously meant enough for me to save it, and I dont even know what it is! Ohh, its still soft. (She rubs it against her cheek.) What do you think this is?
Phoebe: Ohh. Oh wait! (Jis) you guys won�t be late for my dinner, will you?
Rachel: (sympathetic) Ohh. So you raised her all on your own?
Monica: Ohh!
Monica and Phoebe: (sympathetic) Ohh!
Rachel: Ohh, thank you.
Ross: Ohh! A man with a plan!
Ross: Ohh, okay.
Rachel: Ohh
Monica: Ohh Oh, thats okay I hate when people come back to complement the chef. Like I have nothing better to do! So whats up?
Emily: Ohh, I dont think so. I mean it would be different if it was way into the future and-and-and we were getting married or something.
Rachel: Ohh, its Joshua invited me to this fancy club opening tonight. But, I already told Mr. Waltham that I would take his niece to this dumb old opera. So What are you gonna do?
Mr. Thompson: Ohh, nice choice.
Ross: Ohh. (He drops the shoes, takes the brush from her, and licks the tip. He doesnt like how it tastes.)
Woman: Ohh great.
Monica: Ohh thats sweet!
Rachel: Ohh
Monica: Ohh.
Ross: Ohh, I dont think so.
Ross: Right. Ohh! You-you want me to be your backup.
Ross: Ohh, yeah I already have one.
Rachel: Ohh
Rachel: Ohh! (Whispers.) Really?!
Rachel: Ohh. Oh, so you really wanted to learn. Yeah, y'know, Pheebs I just wanted to have fun. Ohh, you know who you should go with?
Ross: Ohh, these are pretty good.
Phoebe: (reading the recipe on the back of the bag) Yes!! (Realizes.) Ohh.
Joey: Ohh yeah.
Rachel: Ohh, you should know, this place is a real babe magnet. Wanna make out?
Monica: Ohh, absolutely.
Rachel: Ohh were not sailing.
Rachel: Ohh, sorry.
Rachel: Ohh whoops.
Rachel: Ohh, my new assistant is working out, yes.
Rachel: Ohh, you can say. Come on, I dont want you to feel like you cant tell me things. (Motions for him to sit down.)
Phoebe: Ohh.
Phoebe: Ohh, let me see it! Let me see your hand! (Chandler is frantically trying to wave them off.)
Rachel: Ohh thats nice.
Phoebe: Ohh. No thats okay, hes a friend.
Rachel: Ohh! No way Phoebe! I want to be Monicas!
Phoebe: Ohh!! Ohh!! And I love you!
Ross: Ohh.
Phoebe: Ohh, uh-huh so much!
Phoebe: Ohh, he left his cell phone.
Chandler: Ohh! You guys gonna be living together again?
Rachel: Ohh. (She touches his arm for support and likes what she feels) Ooh!
Chandler: Ohh. Mmm.
Kathy: Okay. Understanding a little more why you're single. Ohh! Y'know, I have a friend you would like, she's really pretty. And then we could double date!
Carol: Ohh, yknow, Susans gonna be shooting a commercial in London next week.
All: Ohh! That's great!
Rachel: (starting to cry) Ohh, you guys are so made for each other.
Rachel: (starting to cry) Ohh
Elizabeth: Ohh, I wouldnt do it in there. Thats my dads bedroom.
Phoebe: Ohh, I lost my mom to suicide.
Rachel: Ohh! (Exits.)
Rachel: Ohh
Joey: Ohh. Wow! Well how-how, how will you be gone?
Rachel: Ohh thats great!
Phoebe: Ohh!
Chandler: Ohh, umm, y'know what, I already ate.
Ross: Ohh, I-I see lotion, I have lotion! Will that work?
Monica: Oh my God! Ohh! Look at this one! Its so beautiful!
Ross: Ohh, God, nobody likes him, and hes so cheap, hed never fly to London in a million years. Yeah, invite him? Hey, did I do these neat enough? (Hands her some envelopes.)
Rachel: Ohh! Its so nice to meet you. (She goes over and shakes their hands.) Hello.
Joey: Ohh I wonder if that dude.
Ross and Rachel: Ohh! Ew!
Rachel: Ohh Oh, honey here. Take it all. (Pours the entire large bowl into her bag and closes the door.) Monica! We need more candy?
Rachel: Ohh, Lilies. Joey, theyre my favorite. Thank you.
Monica: Ohh, sweetie! (Goes to comfort her.) Hey, I bet you anything that hes gonna call you again.
Rachel: Yeah. Yeah. Oh, but once you find it, ohh it's so worth the wait.
Joey: Ohh!
Rachel: (looking through her wallet.) Ohh, I just dont think I have enough left on my credit card.
Rachel: Ohh, theres a picture of her in the yearbook actually.
Mona: Ohh! (Hugs him.) And I love spending time with you. (Ross isnt happy.)
Monica: Ohh. Oh! Ohh!
Cecilia: (running out to Joey) That was so wonderful! (Hugs him) Ohh, I think that youre a better Jessica than I ever was!
Phoebe and Monica: (sympathetic) Ohh!
Monica: (in a sexy voice) Oh. Oh yeah! Ohhhhh! Ohh! Oh yeah!
Joey: Ohh, then no. Maybe I should hear those specials again.
Rachel: Ohh! Yeah! (Pause) Yeah that-that wouldve been a much simpler problem.
Phoebe: Ohh, Im getting too pregnant for this, lugging around a stupid massage table. Yknow, I have to find a job where I carrying a smaller table. (She goes over and stands in front of the TV.)
Rachel: Ohh! (walking away from the window) Phoebe, this is all your fault! Now he loves her, hes gonna marry her, and this is all your fault.
Rachel: Ohh! Thats so sweet of you! Oh yum! (Takes a bite out of the sandwich and starts to get sick.) Did you put pickles on this?