words in movies
Monica: Ok.
Phoebe: (excited)Hey you guys! Ok, you're not going to believe this! I just saw my psychic and she said I was definitely gonna win the lottery tonight!
Monica: Ok, hey Rach?
Ross: Ok, I've heard myself on tape and I sound nothing like that.
Chandler: Ok, so now that you're in, what are you gonna do if we win?
Monica: Ok, here we go. We need to sort out the tickets as quickly as possible to see if we've won. So does anybody have any ideas how to organize this? (doesn't let them answer) Ok, how about this: we divide them into 6 groups of 40, and the remaining 10 can be read by whoever finishes their pile first.
Phoebe: Ok, well, are all the tickets in the bowl?
Monica: Ok, fine!! I bought 20 extra tickets for me and Chandler.
Rachel: Ok, well Monica, suppose one of your "special" tickets win? How are you gonna feel when you win the lottery and you lose all your friends?
Rachel: Ok, that's it! Just give'em to me! I'll split them up! (she tries to snatch the bowl from Joey's hands but she can't, so she pinches his nipple and she manages to take it)
Phoebe: Ok, good! (pause) You guys were so scared! There was no way I was gonna dump this...(a pigeon swoops down, scaring Phoebe who drops the bowl on the street) Oh God, no! (pause) I think I broke your bowl.
Chandler: Ok, here we go! (he pushes the play button)
Ross: Ok, use it in a sentence.
Rachel: Ok... "Emma just said gleba"!
Ross: Oh, oh, ok, great. You know what, while you're at it she said another word the other day, why don't you, why don't you look up: pbbqqt....
Chandler: Ok well, thanks, you won't regret it. I'll see you tomorrow (hangs up).
STEPHANIE: Ok.
JOEY: Ok.
Rachel: Ok. (Phoebe starts to walk in the opposite direction though. Rachel sees and follows her) Wha...? where? Where are you going?
RACH: Thank you. OK. [dials] [to Michael] Machine. Just waiting for the beep.
Phoebe: (entering and talking on mobile phone) Ok, great! All right, bye! (she hangs up) Pain in the ass!! (she looks at the others, then back at the phone) That's off, right?
Joey: Oh! I got it! Ok, everyone pick a number from one to ten. Alright? Whoever gets the highest number gets to go first.
RACH: OK, OK.
ROSS: Have a good time. Ok, Ben.
PHOEBE: Yeah, it's just so strange. I mean, she probably woke up today and thought, "ok, I'll have some breakfast, and then I'll take a little walk, and then I'll have my massage." Little did she know God was thinking, "Ok, but that's it." Oh, but the weirdest thing was, ok, I was cleansing her aura when she died, and when the spirit left her body, I don't think it went very far.
PHOE: Ok, all right.
Monica: Hey, honey, my test is down the hall, are you sure you're going to be ok?
RACH: Well. [looks at watch] Woah, look at that! I gotta go, I gotta date. With a man. Um, OK, you guys have a really, uh, have a really good night and you two have a, uh, have a, uh, really good cat. [she leaves carrying her tray then comes back in] OK, we're not supposed to take these when we leave.
RACHEL: OK Julie, so now let's start with your childhood, what was that like?
Rachel: No, no, thats OK. Y'know, I think I'm gonna give it a go.
Ross: Ok, would people stop drinking the breast milk?
MNCA: Sure, what? Ok, ok. [hangs up the phone] [to Rachel] Music?
RACHEL: Ok, Chandler, Mon, there's only one bananna nut muffin left.
PHOEBE: OK, is this really my father?
MONICA: I hope she's OK.
CHANDLER: OK.
PHOEBE: OK, let's go.
ROSS: OK, tip the man.
ROSS: No, no, wait, ok, ok, look at the other side. Look at Julie's column.
PHOEBE: OK.
Ross: Come on, there are plenty of other women out thereok? Just - just forget about her, ok? Just, she's off limits.
ROSS: Are you OK?
CHANDLER: OK, Phoebs, your turn.
PHOE: Are... are you OK?
FBOB: Yeah, OK.
Joey: Ok! All right, well... I'm gonna see if I can get a room for the night and I'll... I'll see you later!
Gavin: Well, let me explain how birthday parties usually work. There are presents, and a cake, perhaps a fourth or fifth person. Ok, I ... got you the present to make up for being such a jerk to you earlier.
RACH: Ohhh, OK.
Ross: You are not putting that on again! Marcel, OKif you press that button, you are in very, very big trouble.
PHOE: OK, so, you know what you're doing, right?
PHOE: I, OK....
PHOE: OK honey, you're dating Ross.
MNCA: OK.
ROSS: Ok.
ROSS: Ok.
CHANDLER: Oh, ok.
RACHEL: Ok.
ROSS: Is everything ok?
RACHEL: Ok, who ordered what?
ROSS: Ok, here, here. There we go.
ROSS: No, that, that was, I mean, as opposed to uh, the uh, ok. Is this over yet Rach?
CHANDLER: Spanish midgets. Spanish midgets wrestling. Julie. Ok, yes, I see how you got there. (phone rings)
ROSS: It's ok. I'm sorry.
Rachel: Ok, great, because I gotta get out of here, the smell of beets is killing me!
PHOEBE: Ok, that's so nice.
PHOEBE: OK, here I go. I'm goin' in.
ROSS: Ok.
ROSS: Ok.
CHAN: OK, look, that is one guy's opinion, alright. Phoebs, read yours.
CHANDLER: Ok, but can you tell him that, because he thinks he's too pink.
ROB: You OK?
MNCA: Ok, how about pilgrim Mockolate mousse?
PHOEBE: OK, hi again.
CHANDLER: OK. [reads paper] Brake left, gas right?
PHOEBE: OK, Rachel, I'm ready.
RACHEL: OK.
PHOEBE: OK. Um, how come I'm walking with you?
Ross: Well, OK, its for a boy. Well, I know its a little out there, but Darwin.
RACHEL: OK, I'm doin' it for ya.
CHANDLER: Oh uh, o, OK.
RACHEL: Wow. Wow, that's great. Great. Ok, wow, you know what.
PHOEBE: OK, Rachel, why don't you start talking first.
MONICA: OK.
RACHEL: Oh, what a load of crap. That is a dot. Your mother is up in heaven going, 'Where the hell is my lily, you wuss?' OK, Phoebe, that is not a tattoo, this is a tattoo. [she bends over and bears her tattoo right when Ross returns]
CHANDLER: OK.
RACHEL: OK, well, bye. [kisses him]
MONICA: OK.
JOEY: Phoebs, that's OK. You took a big step today.
JOEY: Ok. He kept my dollar.
MONICA: No really, they're OK.
CHAN: So you really OK about all this?
RICHARD: I know, I know. Just hang in there, OK. OK, I'll go out first, alright.
MONICA: Ok, then just go.
RICHARD: Ok. [leaves]
PHOEBE: I think she's OK.
RACHEL: Ross, there is no us, OK.
ROSS: Rach. OK, forget, forget the lobsters OK. We're, let's talk, what about us?
PHOEBE: OK, no. For your information I'm going to see him so I can put all those feeling behind me. OK, and the reason I'm dressed like this is because I think it's nice to look nice for your gay husband.
CHANDLER: Ok, so let me just get this straight. So we're uh, strictly talking about the middle?
Dr. Franzblau: Ok, all right, well aren't there times when you come home at the end of the day, and you're just like, 'if I see one more cup of coffee'...
ROSS: [enters] Ok, what the hell happened back there?
PHOE: OK. [reading] The only thing worse than the mindless, adolescent direction...
Chandler: Ok, who wants light cheese, and who wants dark cheese?
Joey: All right, look, I'm not proud of this, ok? Well, maybe I am a little.
PHOEBE: Oh, OK, I don't eat meat.
MONICA: OK, um. Goodbye.
Ross: Ok. Well, before I say anything, I just need to know, is this one of those things where you break up with a guy, and then I tell you what I think, and then the next day you get back together with the guy, and I look like a complete idiot?
RACHEL: It's OK, it's fine.
RACHEL: OK, that's dead right?
ROSS: OK. Hold my board.
Joey: You're fine, ok? But everyone else acts like an idiot around famous people!
RACHEL: Ok, Ross, Ross, ok listen, what we have is amazing.
ROSS: Mon, Mon, are you OK?
MONICA: Mom, it's OK.
RACHEL: Ok, we never shoulda talked about this.
Zack: Ok. I heard a joke today. It's pretty funny...