words in movies
Phoebe: Okay. Oooh! Oh, this is our last huddle, yeah.
Phoebe: Really? Theres nothing sexual about this? (Sexily) Oooh. Oo God! Ohh. Ohhhh. Ohh. (Some cute guy is watching closely.) (To him) What are you looking at?! (Pause) I mean hi.
Joey: Oooh, the next parts the best, when that dead lady in the bathtub...
Monica: Oooh, I wish she could stay here, but Chandler is allergic!
ESTL: Stop saying you're not talented, you're very talented. It's just with the bird dead and all, there's very little act left. Oh, honey, give me a break, will ya? [a knock on the door] Oooh, ooh, I'll talk to you later.
All: Oooh!
Phoebe: Oooh, I love family traditions like that. When uhm... when Ursula and I were kids, on our birthday, our stepdad would sell his blood to buy us food!
Phoebe: (Automatically) Yeah. Oooh... (she's sprung.)
JOEY: Oooh.
PHOEBE: Oooh.� Let's do.� Let's send them mashed potatoes.
CHANDLER: Oooh, Rich is goin' to the party too, huh?
Mrs. Bing: Oooh, c'mon, shut up, it's fun. Gimme a hug. (They both sit down) Well, I think we're ready for some tequila.
Rachel: Oooh!
Rachel: Oooh.
Phoebe: Oooh. Oh, well this is awkward.
Rachel: Oooh, honey, you're not a total loser.
Phoebe: (the cat runs away from her) Oooh! You are a very bad man!
Flight Attendant: Oh, oooh. I'm sorry. You are not allowed on the jetway unless you have a boarding pass.
Joey: Oooh.
Phoebe: (still in sexy tone) Oooh, is daddy getting angry? Is daddy gonna spank me?
Joey: Oooh, what you got there?
Phoebe: Oooh! I have something you can do! I have this new massage client... Steve? (pause) Anyway, he's opening up a restaurant and he's looking for a head chef.
Chandler: Oooh, did he put a little starch in your bloomers? (Sits up) Who said that?
Phoebe: Oooh look! Isnt this adorable, Ross let Ben address mine!
PHOEBE: Oooh, so so so, did you read the book?
Megan: Oooh its getting close!
Phoebe: Oooh I love it!
Phoebe: Oooh, yeah. Youre a genius.
Monica: Oooh!
Melanie: Oooh, I gotta tell you... you are nothing like I thought you would be.
Rachel: Ooh... oooh... (pause) (Rachel is all bah-jiggity about Joey) oh, ah... (pause) (to Monica) Can I ask you a question?
Woman: Oooh, that sounded like a bad one.
Monica: Oh my god! Did you hear that? She said Monica! (She goes back to Clunkers again) Oooh, I can't leave her!
Joey: Oooh, wrong answer. (Exits.)
PHOEBE: (spotting Rachel's dress) Oooh.� Girl's night out indeed.
Phoebe: Oh. Oooh! Ooh! Ooh! (She stands up and starts to dance around) Ooh! My butt cheek is waking up! Oooh! Ooh!
Chandler: (pretending not to sense the tone) Oooh! I hope you're happy too, honey!
Rachel: (laughing) oooh! Oh oh!
Rachel: Oooh... ***I really can't hear what she says*** come here.
Joey: ooh oooh..
Chandler: Oooh that may be a New World's record (Looks at his watch and picks up Ross' pad)
Joey: Yeah! But that is not what they're looking for. (time's finished) OOOH!
Monica: (gasps) Oooh! They are in for a world of pain!
Phoebe: Oooh, I like that, "daddy" (in a sexy tone)
Rachel: Oooh... you're sweet, I knew uncle Joey would step up. (Turns to face Emma in the the playpen) Look Emma, look who's baaack!
Ross: Cool! Dad! My report cards! Hey, check this out dad, (reading his grades) Math, A. Science, A. History, A. Gym (He puts it away and finds something else.) Oooh, my rock polisher!
Chandler: Oooh, Im afraid that does not exist.
Monica: Please... Chandler is the love of my life... (At which point a man in leather pants walks by)... oooh leather pants! Have Mercy! (Follows the man in the leather)
PHOE: Yeah. Oh, OOOH, yeah, you know, did you notice how he always starts his stories with, um, OK, 'I was soooo wasted,' or, 'Oh, we were soooo bombed,' or, ummm, ooh, ooh, 'So I wake up, and I'm in this dumpster in Connecticut.'