words in movies
Joey: Ooh, sorry! No-no-no, so close though, butbye-bye! (He ushers her out the door.)
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!
Phoebe: Ooh, Joey, thats actually a really good idea!
Rachel: Ooh, the gift shop!
RACHEL: Ooh, goooosh, ooh, these are cookies smashed in the sports section.
Dr. Green: Ooh, I have a little heart attack.
Chandler: Ahh, ooh, try a hard 8.
Ross: Ooh, I wanna switch to Rachel too!
Monica: Well, maybe you could give to somebody else. Ooh, like Ross Geller.
Joey: Ooh, sorry. Sorry. You finish, go.
Phoebe: HeyOoh, hows Hilda? Is she working out?
Phoebe: Oh! Ooh! Oh Monica! Its so beautiful.
Joey: Sure, no problem. (Sees something.) OohHey, donuts!
PHOEBE: Ooh, look at you fancy lads. What's the occasion?
Phoebe: Ooh, lets see it!
Rachel: Ohh. (She touches his arm for support and likes what she feels) Ooh!
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: 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.
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?
Ross: You're welcome, Ben. Merry Christmas, ooh, and Happy Hanukkah!
Phoebe: Okay. Umm, ooh, oohoh, I have a game!
Ross: Oww!! My ankle! I really hurt my ankle! I think I twisted it when IOoh, a quarter!
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! How about Agamemnon?
Phoebe: Ooh, I have tasted my own medicine and it is bitter!
Phoebe: Ooh, now you lost me.
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 "
Rachel: Ooh, I like those sunglasses.
Ross: (notices the table) HeyOoh! Whats-whats that, dinner stuff? You making dinner?
Phoebe: I thought you were excellent! In fact for a minute there I was like, "Ooh, whered Ross go?"
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!
Rachel: Ooh great! Very Monica.
Joey: Ooh!
Phoebe: Ooh.
Chandler: Ooh, that girl that I hate, eww, drives me crazy, eww, eww, oh!
Rachel: Ooh... oooh... (pause) (Rachel is all bah-jiggity about Joey) oh, ah... (pause) (to Monica) Can I ask you a question?
Rachel: Ahhh! (Gets in.) Ooh, nice!
Phoebe: Ooh, I think I wanna trade circles.
Chandler: Ooh, this is a Dear Diary moment.
Phoebe: Ooh, Soap Opera Digest!
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.
Rachel: YeahOoh! Earrings! (Goes into her room.)
Phoebe: Hey! Ooh, did you do it yet?
Phoebe: Ooh Monica!
Ross: Oh I know, isn't it? Ooh... what'd you do to get her to laugh?
Rachel: Ooh, I just wish we hadnt lost those four months, but if time was what you needed just to gain a little perspective...
Monica: Ooh, these tennis shoes are so tight. I think Ill take them off. (Goes to do so.)
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.
Joey: Ooh, great! Thanks!
Chandler: Ooh, yum! (Runs into the bedroom.)
Chandler: Ooh, I dont know if were there yet.
Student: Ooh, dude. Thats not gonna happen.
Phoebe: Ooh, what happened?
Phoebe: Oh! Ooh! Oh, I didnt know that you did pot.
Joey: I dont know. Ooh, I bet its Richard.
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.
Woman on TV: Ow! Ow! Ooh! That hurts!
Joey: Ooh, its probably a residual check, hey can you open it for me, Im kinda .
Rachel: Ooh, I can do that.
Joey: Ooh! Ah! Okay! (Quickly drags the crib outside.)
Rachel: Okay. (watching the tape) Ooh, my! (Rachel jumps when the woman starts screaming) Woah! Why is that baby torturing that woman?!
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.
PHOEBE: Ooh, ooh, did you ask Stacy Roth?
Ross: Okay, okay. Ooooh, ooh maybe I rode in on a Harley.
Phoebe: Ooh, honey. You stink at lying.
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: 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: Ohh!! God! (Gary enters and she sees him) Ooh! (To Chandler) Get out of here, good for nothing.
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.
Ross: Oh, veto. How aboutOoh, I like Ruth! What about Ruth?
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.)
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!
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.)
Rachel: Ooh! Ow!!
Monica: Ooh! But the band and the photographer are coming all the way in from New Jersey!
Phoebe: (entering with some guy) Hey. Ooh Ross! Howd the conversation go?
Phoebe: Hey! Ooh, wow that jacket looks great on you!
Monica: It worked! Ooh baby baby baby, ooh baby baby baby!
Ross: Huh? Ooh (laughs) you mean like a Huh?
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, great! Just the reaction I was hoping for.
Rachel: Ooh, this is soo sweet, Joey our little twinkle-toes.
Joey: Oh, ha-ha-ha! Ooh! Wait a minute, I used to get medical experiments down on me all the time!
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..
Joey: Ooh, names?
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, who's it for?