words in movies
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.
RACHEL: Ooh, goooosh, ooh, these are cookies smashed in the sports section.
ROSS: Hey, Rach, you know what? I think, I think I know what'll make you feel better. How 'bout you make a list about me. RACHEL: Wha... forget it Ross, no, I am not gonna stand here and make a list of. . . ROSS: C'mon Rachel. RACHEL: OK, you're whiney, you are, you're obsessive, you are insecure, you're, you're gutless, you know, you don't ever, you don't just sort of seize the day, you know. You like me for what, a year, you didn't do anything about it. And, uh, oh, you wear too much of that gel in your hair. ROSS: See there, you uhh, alright, ya, you did what I said. RACHEL: Yeah, and you know what? You're right, I do feel better, thank you Ross. [she walks off and Ross puts his hand to his hair] [Scene: Back at Phoebe's. She is on the phone] PHOEBE: Yeah, um, in Albany, can I have the number of Frank Buffay. . . OK, um, in Ithica. . . alright, um, Saratoga. . . Oneonta. Alright, you know what, you shouldn't call youself information. [hangs up] [Phoebe's grandmother enters] GRANDMOTHER: Hey. PHOEBE: Hello grandma, if that is in fact your real name. GRANDMOTHER: C'mon now Phoe, don't still be mad at me. How's it going? PHOEBE: Well, not so good. Upstate's pretty big, he's pretty small, you do the math. GRANDMOTHER: Well, I think you're better off without him. Oh honey, I know he's your daddy but, but to me he's still the irresponsible creep who knocked up your mom and stole her Gremlin. PHOEBE: No I just, just wanted to know who he was, ya know. GRANDMOTHER: I know. OK, I wasn't completely honest with you when I told you that, uh, I didn't know exactly where he lived. PHOEBE: Whattaya mean? GRANDMOTHER: He lives at 74 Laurel Drive in Middletown. If you hit the Dairy Queen, you've gone too far. You can take my cab. PHOEBE: Wow. Thank you. GRANDMOTHER: Now, remember, nobody else drives that cab. PHOEBE: Uh-huh, got it. Ooh, I'm gonna see my dad. Wish me luck, Grandpa! [blows a kiss to a picture of Einstein]
PHOEBE: Ooh, this is it, 74. [screeches to a halt, Joey and Chandler are thrown into the plexiglass wall in the cab]
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.
Joey: Ooh! So close.
Monica: Ooh! I'm sorry! I think, I THINK, that may have missed the table!
Joey: I know, I know! What am I going to do? (Thinks) Ooh!
Rachel: Ooh, the gift shop!
Phoebe: Ooh, Joey, thats actually a really good idea!
Ross: Ooh, I wanna switch to Rachel too!
Chandler: Ahh, ooh, try a hard 8.
Dr. Green: Ooh, I have a little heart attack.
Monica: Well, maybe you could give to somebody else. Ooh, like Ross Geller.
Phoebe: HeyOoh, hows Hilda? Is she working out?
Joey: Ooh, sorry. Sorry. You finish, go.
PHOEBE: Ooh, look at you fancy lads. What's the occasion?
Phoebe: Oh! Ooh! Oh Monica! Its so beautiful.
Joey: Sure, no problem. (Sees something.) OohHey, donuts!
Phoebe: Ooh, lets see it!
Ross: You're welcome, Ben. Merry Christmas, ooh, and Happy Hanukkah!
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.
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)
Monica: Ooh...hey honey, are you all right?
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: Ooh ooh ooh ooh, there's no room for milk!
Phoebe: Okay. Umm, ooh, oohoh, I have a game!
Phoebe: Ooh! How about Agamemnon?
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.)
Ross: Oww!! My ankle! I really hurt my ankle! I think I twisted it when IOoh, a quarter!
Phoebe: Ooh, I have tasted my own medicine and it is bitter!
Chandler: Ooh, that girl that I hate, eww, drives me crazy, eww, eww, oh!
Rachel: Ooh, I like those sunglasses.
Ross: (notices the table) HeyOoh! Whats-whats that, dinner stuff? You making dinner?
Monica: Okay, ooh, alright. Name, address... Okay, in case of emergency, call?
Ross: (playing the drunk uncle) When Monica was a little girl, I remember that(Phoebe screams and tackles him)Ooh!! Ow! Very good!
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 "
Phoebe: Ooh, now you lost me.
Phoebe: I thought you were excellent! In fact for a minute there I was like, "Ooh, whered Ross go?"
Rachel: Ooh great! Very Monica.
Joey: Ooh!
Rachel: Ooh... oooh... (pause) (Rachel is all bah-jiggity about Joey) oh, ah... (pause) (to Monica) Can I ask you a question?
Phoebe: Ooh, I think I wanna trade circles.
Phoebe: Ooh.
Phoebe: Ooh! That's a good one! Mine is to pilot a commercial jet.
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)
Rachel: YeahOoh! Earrings! (Goes into her room.)
Phoebe: Hey! Ooh, did you do it yet?
Phoebe: Ooh Monica!
Chandler: Ooh, this is a Dear Diary moment.
Student: Ooh, dude. Thats not gonna happen.
Rachel: Ooh, I just wish we hadnt lost those four months, but if time was what you needed just to gain a little perspective...
Chandler: Ooh, I dont know if were there yet.
Joey: Ooh, great! Thanks!
Phoebe: Ooh, what happened?
Ross: Oh I know, isn't it? Ooh... what'd you do to get her to laugh?
Monica: Ooh, these tennis shoes are so tight. I think Ill take them off. (Goes to do so.)
Chandler: Ooh, yum! (Runs into the bedroom.)
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?
Woman on TV: Ow! Ow! Ooh! That hurts!
Joey: Ooh, its probably a residual check, hey can you open it for me, Im kinda .
Phoebe: Ooh, oh no! I have to go! I have a massage appointment.
Joey: I dont know. Ooh, I bet its Richard.
PHOEBE: Ooh, ooh, did you ask Stacy Roth?
Joey: Ooh! Ah! Okay! (Quickly drags the crib outside.)
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.
Rachel: Okay. (watching the tape) Ooh, my! (Rachel jumps when the woman starts screaming) Woah! Why is that baby torturing that woman?!
Rachel: Ooh, I can do that.
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!
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: 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.
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: Ohh!! God! (Gary enters and she sees him) Ooh! (To Chandler) Get out of here, good for nothing.
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!
Rachel: Ooh! Ow!!
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.)
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: Hey! Ooh, wow that jacket looks great on you!
Phoebe: (entering with some guy) Hey. Ooh Ross! Howd the conversation go?
Ross: Huh? Ooh (laughs) you mean like a Huh?
Monica: Ooh! But the band and the photographer are coming all the way in from New Jersey!
Phoebe: Ooh, who's it for?
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.)
Joey: Oh, ha-ha-ha! Ooh! Wait a minute, I used to get medical experiments down on me all the time!
Rachel: Ooh, this is soo sweet, Joey our little twinkle-toes.
Phoebe: Hmm, pulling in a salary in the high six figures or rubbing gross naked people for chump changeooh, what do I do?! What will I do?!
Joey: ooh oooh..
Phoebe: Ooh, is that spelled with a C or a K? Oh my God! It doesnt matter; theyre both great!
Joey: (deadpan) Ooh! Yeah. So yeah, so you know exactly what Im talking about.
Phoebe: (realizes) Ooh, maybe that's him!
Phoebe: Ooh, Joey.
Joey: Ooh, names?
Joey: Ooh, that's a great plan!