words in movies
Phoebe: Ooh ooh, we have a live one!
Phoebe: Ooh, who's it for?
Ross: Ooh, hey Ben, what if the Holiday Armadillo told you all about the Festival of Lights?
Phoebe: Ooh, whos it for?
Rachel: Ooh, lets open them!
Joey: Ooh, like the time you and I went to Atlantic City and I made you laugh so hard you threw up your whole steak?! Remember?
Phoebe: Yknow? Ooh, you can almost smell the opium.
Rachel: Ooh, Phoebes here! Okay, lets turn out all the lights and well just watch the movie!
Phoebe: Ooh, I like cards.
Roy: Ooh, boy. You should warn people there's no elevator! I should not have had that Mexican food for lunch.
Monica: You used to tell girls you were a Kennedy. (being sat down) Ooh, uh, thanks. Wow, little tight, isn�t it? How d�you get a bigger table? You-you had a big table, but they made you move. Huh-huh, shut up Monica. Whoo, I suppose that Chandler will have the smoked duck.
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: Ooh, I just pulled out four eyelashes. That can't be good.
Monica: Ooh! I'm sorry! I think, I THINK, that may have missed the table!
Joey: Ooh! So close.
Joey: I know, I know! What am I going to do? (Thinks) Ooh!
Ross: Ooh, I wanna switch to Rachel too!
Chandler: Ahh, ooh, try a hard 8.
Rachel: Ooh, the gift shop!
Phoebe: Ooh, Joey, thats actually a really good idea!
RACHEL: Ooh, goooosh, ooh, these are cookies smashed in the sports section.
Joey: Ooh, sorry. Sorry. You finish, go.
Dr. Green: Ooh, I have a little heart attack.
Monica: Well, maybe you could give to somebody else. Ooh, like Ross Geller.
PHOEBE: Ooh, look at you fancy lads. What's the occasion?
Phoebe: Oh! Ooh! Oh Monica! Its so beautiful.
Phoebe: Ooh, lets see it!
Phoebe: HeyOoh, hows Hilda? Is she working out?
Joey: Sure, no problem. (Sees something.) OohHey, donuts!
Ross: Ooh, well. Ah, I kinda have got a lot on my plate right now, not that I wouldn't love a weekend in the country with a strange man. (Mr. Oberblau giggles)
Rachel: Ohh. (She touches his arm for support and likes what she feels) Ooh!
Rachel: Well, like anything can be sexy. Like umm, oh-oh, like this dishtowel! (She grabs it and starts rubbing it on her cheek.) Ooh, ooh, this feels sooo good against my cheek! And-and if I feel a little hot, I can just dab myself with it. Or I can bring it down to my side and bring it through my fingers while I talk to him.
Phoebe: Okay. Umm, ooh, oohoh, I have a game!
Monica: Ooh...hey honey, are you all right?
Joey: Ooh ooh ooh ooh, there's no room for milk!
Rachel: Pheebs, I can't believe he hasn't kissed you yet. I mean God, by my sixth date with Paolo, I mean he had already named both my breasts! ...Ooh. Did I just share too much?
Joey: Oh. Okay. Ooh! Ooh! Okay, maybe Ill talk about London! Yknow when you two hooked up! Only, only I wont say hooked up. Ill say, "Began their beautiful journey "
Ross: You're welcome, Ben. Merry Christmas, ooh, and Happy Hanukkah!
Rachel: Okay, it's missing something. Ooh, I know! Umm, okay. (Goes and grabs a bag, that looks like a purse, and shows it to Joey.)
Phoebe: Ooh, I have tasted my own medicine and it is bitter!
Ross: Oww!! My ankle! I really hurt my ankle! I think I twisted it when IOoh, a quarter!
Phoebe: Ooh! How about Agamemnon?
Phoebe: Ooh, now you lost me.
Rachel: Ooh, I like those sunglasses.
Monica: Okay, ooh, alright. Name, address... Okay, in case of emergency, call?
Ross: (notices the table) HeyOoh! Whats-whats that, dinner stuff? You making dinner?
Rachel: Ooh great! Very Monica.
Phoebe: I thought you were excellent! In fact for a minute there I was like, "Ooh, whered Ross go?"
Joey: Ooh!
Chandler: Ooh, that girl that I hate, eww, drives me crazy, eww, eww, oh!
Phoebe: Ooh.
Phoebe: Ooh, I think I wanna trade circles.
Ross: (playing the drunk uncle) When Monica was a little girl, I remember that(Phoebe screams and tackles him)Ooh!! Ow! Very good!
Rachel: Ooh... oooh... (pause) (Rachel is all bah-jiggity about Joey) oh, ah... (pause) (to Monica) Can I ask you a question?
Phoebe: Ooh, Soap Opera Digest!
Rachel: Ahhh! (Gets in.) Ooh, nice!
Joey: Ooh! A tape with a girls name on it. It's probably a sex tape... (realises) Wait a minute... This says Monica... (looks around) And this is Richard's apartment... (realises some more)
Phoebe: Ooh! That's a good one! Mine is to pilot a commercial jet.
Monica: Ooh, these tennis shoes are so tight. I think Ill take them off. (Goes to do so.)
Chandler: Ooh, this is a Dear Diary moment.
Rachel: YeahOoh! Earrings! (Goes into her room.)
Phoebe: Hey! Ooh, did you do it yet?
Phoebe: Ooh Monica!
Rachel: Ooh, I just wish we hadnt lost those four months, but if time was what you needed just to gain a little perspective...
Ross: Oh I know, isn't it? Ooh... what'd you do to get her to laugh?
PHOEBE: Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh. Ugly Naked Guy is decorating his tree. Oh my God, you should see the size of his Christmas Balls.
Chandler: Ooh, yum! (Runs into the bedroom.)
Rachel: Okay. (watching the tape) Ooh, my! (Rachel jumps when the woman starts screaming) Woah! Why is that baby torturing that woman?!
Chandler: Ooh, I dont know if were there yet.
Joey: Ooh, great! Thanks!
Phoebe: Ooh, what happened?
Phoebe: Oh! Ooh! Oh, I didnt know that you did pot.
ERICA: No, no no no, you don't have to tell me anything. You don't have to explain yourself to me. Ooh, who am I to question the great Dr. Drake Remore?
Phoebe: Ooh, oh no! I have to go! I have a massage appointment.
Joey: I dont know. Ooh, I bet its Richard.
Woman on TV: Ow! Ow! Ooh! That hurts!
Ross: Really?! (To Rachel) Hey, yknow what? Since you have such a great sense of what I need, uh ooh, heres-heres 60 bucks, why dont you take Phoebe down to that Colonial flea market of yours and get me some stuff.
Joey: Ooh! Ah! Okay! (Quickly drags the crib outside.)
Student: Ooh, dude. Thats not gonna happen.
Joey: Ooh, its probably a residual check, hey can you open it for me, Im kinda .
PHOEBE: Ooh, ooh, did you ask Stacy Roth?
Rachel: Ooh, I can do that.
Phoebe: Oh! Here it is! (Noticing it next to the door.) Ooh, Joey! Why did you sign it, "Son of a bitch?" (Son of a bitch is written across the entire picture.)
Phoebe: Ooh, honey. You stink at lying.
Ross: Okay, okay. Ooooh, ooh maybe I rode in on a Harley.
Ross: Oh, veto. How aboutOoh, I like Ruth! What about Ruth?
Phoebe: Ooh, oh, I've gotta go. (raises) Whoa, oh, head rush. One more, and then I have to go. (sits down, and then raises again) Cool!
Monica: (turning around and doing that, "I'm making out with someone," thing with her hands) Ooh, umm, oh Kathy! Kathy, I love you! Oh! (She turns around and sees Gunther staring at her and stops suddenly.)
Phoebe: Ohh!! God! (Gary enters and she sees him) Ooh! (To Chandler) Get out of here, good for nothing.
PHOEBE: OK. Ooh, OK, you gotta give me a second, I wanna get this just right. [she sticks out her gut, clears her throat and sniffs her nose and then in her best male voice. . .] Dude, 11 o'clock, totally hot babe checkin' you out. That was really good, I think I'm ready for my penis now.
Monica: Umm, I'd love too! (She goes over and picks up the box and decides to follow Rachel's advice and holds the box up to her cheek.) Ooh, I love macaroni and cheese. I love-I love the way this box feels against my cheek.
Rachel: Oh Pheebs thats so sweet(Grabs a pair of pants)Ooh, those are so cute!
Chandler: Ooh. Uh, I don't know how to tell you this, but she's in Monica's bedroom, getting it on with Max, that scientist geek. Ooh, look at that, I did know how to tell you.
Phoebe: (entering with some guy) Hey. Ooh Ross! Howd the conversation go?
Rachel: Ooh! Ow!!
Phoebe: Hey! Ooh, wow that jacket looks great on you!
Monica: Ooh! But the band and the photographer are coming all the way in from New Jersey!
Joey: Oh, ha-ha-ha! Ooh! Wait a minute, I used to get medical experiments down on me all the time!
Ross: Huh? Ooh (laughs) you mean like a Huh?
Phoebe: Ooh, great! Just the reaction I was hoping for.
Monica: It worked! Ooh baby baby baby, ooh baby baby baby!
Phoebe: Yeah... ooh... wow... Even started to think I'd never meet someone that, you know, I wanted to... do this with. Here you go. (Both Phoebe and Mike look really proud.)
Phoebe: Ooh, is that spelled with a C or a K? Oh my God! It doesnt matter; theyre both great!