words in movies
Joey: Oh my God! Is that why you guys had to get married?!
Monica: (To Joey) Oh, about that. Joey, you have to change before the party.
Rachel: Oh my God, who is it?! (Phoebe rolls her eyes.)
Phoebe: Oh my God!
Rachel: Oh, thank you for doing that. I just cant deal with this just quite yet.
Rachel: Oh yeah.
Rachel: Oh! (They smile and the picture is taken.) Oh by the way?
Phoebe: Oh, I know. I could only think of two names, him and Ed Begley Jr. and then I remembered hes gay.
Monica: Oh that is so sweet!
Phoebe: Is it Ross? Its Ross isnt itOh my God, its Joey!
Monica: (seeing him) Oh sweet Lord.
Woman: Oh hi, Im, Im Mona from her restaurant.
Ross: Oh! Hello uh, Mona from her restaurant. (He uses his card to mouth those words.) (Pause) Mona, wow what a, what a beautiful name.
Ross: Mona umm Clickclocken. The famous botanist? Huh? Oh no shes uhwell shes dead now. No, supposedly she was once quite the hottie of the plant world.
Ross: Linda Clickclocken. (Pause) So what uh, what-what table are you at? (She shows him.) Oh, uh me too.
Mona: Oh good. Now therell be someone there who likes my name.
Ross: (sexily) Yes there will. (Mona leaves and Ross tries to find the same table.) Oh guess what, Molly Gilbert youve just been bumped up to table one. And if its all right with you Im gonna take your place at table sixMartin Clickclocken.
Dennis Phillips: Oh, Im so sorry I missed the ceremony, I was stuck at auditions.
Mrs. Bing: Oh yes, Dennis is directing a new Broadway show.
Dennis Phillips: Oh, thank you. Well if youll excuse me, Im gonna go get myself a drink. Be back in a moment. (Walks away.)
Ross: Oh see, before you uh, when you showed it to me you-you held it that way (he turns her hand upside down) which uh, which was misleading. Well Im (He goes at sits down at his new table and the kids stare at him.) Hello.
Rachel: Oh yknow what honey? Lets not talk about that right now?
Rachel: Oh yes! Thank you very much! (She grabs a glass, takes a sip, and realizes what she just did. She then tries to spit the champagne back into the glass without Monica noticing. It doesnt work.) Oh thats-thats actually how the French drink it.
Monica: Oh really?!
Rachel: Oh, you guys are so great.
Monica: Oh, wait a minute! Whos is the father?!
Phoebe: Oh no, she wont tell us.
Monica: Oh, come on its my wedding! That can be my present.
Ross: Oh great! (They get up to dance and Ross is interrupted by a little girl.)
Ross: Oh umm, well uh, maybe-maybe later. Right now, Im about to dance with this lady.
Joey: (clinks his glass) Id like to propose a toast. To Monica and Chandler, the greatest couple in the world. And my best friends. Now, my when I first found out they were getting married I was, I was a little angry. I was like, (overly angry) "Why God? Why? How can you take them away from me?!" But then I thought back over all our memories together, some happy memories. (Does a fake laugh.) And-and there was some sad memories. (Starts to break down and cry.) Im sorry. And-and some scared memoriesWhoa! (He jumps back, startled.) Eh? And then, and then I realized Ill always be their friend, their friend who can speak in many dialects and has training in stage combat and is willing to do partial nudity. (Starts to walk away, but realizes something.) Oh! To the happy couple!
Ross: Oh! (Recoils in horror.)
Ross: Oh, you-you sure? (She nods yes.) Okay. (To the girl) Okay. So whats uh, whats your name.
Dennis Phillips: Oh my God, that was for my benefit?
Joey: Oh, see thats where youre wrong. Whatever it is I can do it. And if didnt see it up there, just-just try me.
Dennis Phillips: Oh my God! No-no-no! Please! Please! Dont-dont-dont!
Monica: Oh sweetie, you can never embarrass me. (Chandler grunts.) Okay, you can easily embarrass me. But come on, it doesnt matter. All right? I married you! So I want to dance on my wedding night with my husband. Come on. (They go onto the floor.) Just try not to move your feet at all. (Chandler starts to get into the groove and bust a move.) There you go.
Rachel: Oh I know. I know. (They hug.)
Rachel: Oh wait! Yknow what? I cant, I cant look at it. I cant. Somebody else tell me, somebody tell me.
Rachel: Oh. Oh. Well there you go. Whew! (Pause) That isthats greatthat is really great-great news. (Pause) Yknow cause the whole not being ready and kinda the financial aspects, all that. Whew. Wow, this is so just the way it was supposed to be. (Starts to cry.) God.
Rachel: Oh!
Monica: Oh God
Ross: Oh, thank you.
Mark: Oh, hi. Its Mark.
Joey: What?! Oh my-oh my God!
Joey: (on tape) Oh, Chandler.
Monica: Oh my God!
Monica: Hey, did you get the turkey bast-Oh my God! Oh my God! (She sees someone is stuck in the turkey.) Who is that?
Mr. Geller: Oh my!
MONICA: Wow. Oh wow. You know I love you too, right.
RACHEL: Oh my God.� I can't believe you live in that building.� My grandmother lives in that building.� Ida Green?� No sense of personal space?� Kind of smells like chicken?� Looks like a potato.
Emily: Oh God.
Ross: (Reading letters) Oh God. (To Marcel) We didn't get into Scranton. (To the others) That was like our safety zoo. They take like dogs and cows. See? I don't know who this is harder on, me or him.
Joey: Oh, it was amazing. You know how you always think you're great in bed?
Ross: Oh, this is Monica.
Phoebe: Oh...yes..is this..umm..Emilys Parents house.
Alice: Oh no, but when it comes to love, what does age matter?
Mrs. Geller: Oh, well, I'm so glad you brought him here then.
Phoebe: Oh No, I did that for someone once and I'm not comfortable having that kind of power and control over someone's life.
Joey: Oh my God. (Still in shock when his mobile rings, he picks it up) Hello?
Rachel: Whoops. (Starts to go into Chandler and Joeys.) Oh, hey, do you need help with that?
Phoebe: I picked her! Oh thank God you want her! Ooh!
Chandler: Oh My God! You can do a duet of Ebony and Ivory all by yourself!
Chandler: Okay. Okay. (He goes to the closet, moves the clothes out of the way, and notices an empty hanger. He takes the empty hanger and bends it all out of shape. Then he holds it out as if hes giving it to her.) Yes honey, I made it myself. (He throws it down and goes to her chest, grabs something, goes to the bed table, and takes out a pair of scissors. He turns around and holds the scissors to the crotch of the panties he just removed.) I cant do it. I cant do it. (He throws them both down and continues looking. He opens another closet door and finds a tape.) Oh! Oh! A mixed tape! A mixed tape!! (He runs out into the living room.)
Chandler: Oh yea yea, absolutely.
Joey: Later! (He runs away down the hall and hides behind a corner to a whole other corridor.) Oh man! (Walks down the hallway in desperation.) Hot girl! Hot girl!!
Chandler: Oh my god!
Chandler: Oh my God! If you say that one more time, Im gonna break up with you!
Joey: Oh, yeah.
Big Nosed Rachel: Oh! No, not really.
Monica: Oh no-no-no, it's still me.
Joey: Oh, I dont watch soap operas. Excuse me, I have a life, yknow?
Phoebe: Oh thats so great! Ohh, so whats going on now?
Rachel: Oh Ross, you're so great. [she playfully rubs his head and gets up]
Monica: Oh yeah. Definitely.
Rachel: Um, ok, uh, oh god, um, when you and uh Ross first started going out, it was really hard for me, um, for many reasons, which I'm not gonna bore you with now, but um, I just, I see how happy he is, you know, and how good you guys are together, and um, Monica's always saying how nice you are, and god I hate it when she's right.
Monica: Oh! (They hug, triumphantly.)
Phoebe: No, not Phoebe, Dr. Philange. Oh no! You have it too!
Ross: Oh, I missed you too.
Mrs. Waltham: Oh my God, Phoebe.
MNCA: Oh... shoot.
Monica: Oh, I-I dont know.
Rachel: Oh, hi!
Ross: Oh, right!
Monica: Oh my God, Rachel! Hi!
Chandler: Oh, hello Rachel.
Amy: Oh! It's Ross... Hey Ross! (She says hey to the guy at the falafel stand, whose only similarity with Ross would be his black hair.) Hello-oo Ross! (to Rachel) He's rude!
Rachel: Hello? Oh, Pheebs! (To them) Its Phoebe!
Chandler: Oh, yay
Emily: (running in, with Ross) Oh. Oh my God. How can this be happening? What are we going to do?
Ross: (mouths "where?") Uh... Oh hey, do you, uh (steps on some garbage and falters) ...do you have any, um, Cinnamon Fruit Toasties?
Carol: Oh my God, you are so paranoid!
Mrs. Waltham: Oh yes, there you are.
Rachel: Oh my God. I cannot keep having this same fight over and over again, Ross, no, youre, youre, youre making this too hard.
Phoebe: Oh, me too!
Rachel: Oh. Thats so Monica can keep track. That way if one on them is missing, she can be like, Wheres number 27?!
Chandler: Oh, good! (They start kissing.)
Ross: Oh.
Ross: Oh, I dont, I dont, I dont know
Mischa: (to Monica) Oh, hes unbelievable. I mean for the first time in three years somebody wants to actually want to talk to me, but do you think he would let me enjoy that, no!! (to Sergei) You silly diplomat, why dont you learn some English, Sergei?
Rachel: Oh, okay, were going. Yeah.
Rachel: Oh, wait-wait-wait
Fat Monica: Oh that's so great!
Rachel: Oh does it matter?! All that matters is that you look so handsome.
Joey: Yeah? Well, I dont want to talk to you Wayne! I hate you! You ruined my life! Oh, Chandler, Wayne. Wayne, Chandler. (They shake hands.)
Chandler: Oh no, you see, actually it is.
Monica: Oh honey, is that cause your Mom died around Christmas?
Rachel: Oh Ross, come on! You just did what you had to do.
Phoebe: Oh no-no, no, I made a promise to myself that the next time I would talk to Ursula would be over my dead body. And thats not happening til October 15th, 2032.
Ross: Oh, thanks. Oh, you're the best. (They hug.)
Chandler: Oh, I think I have the cash.
Big Nosed Rachel: Oh totally, totally. Y'know it's not that big of deal, we already kinda did it once y'know.
Chandler: Oh that's not true.
Rachel: Oh, I don't know. I don't know.
Rachel: Oh no, you're the best.
Monica: Oh, good.
Rachel: Oh God, I really had a good time!
Rachel: Oh, honey that's awful.
Rachel: Oh God, ohh, okay, y'know what, do you think ah, do you think that you just forget that I told you this?
MONICA: Oh, I'll have an espresso. Oh acutally, I'll get it. If I ask you to, you'll probably end up drinking it yourself.
Chandler: Oh yea, your right. Its the second one.
Fat Monica: Oh gosh, listen if you and Chip do it tonight, promise me you'll tell me everything.
RICHARD: Oh, no, honey, I mean, don't worry, I like hanging out with those guys. It's fun for me. They're different than my other friends, they don't start sentences with, 'You know who just died shoveling snow?'
Monica: Oh my God! You're water broke!
Phoebe: Oh my God!
Bitsy: She actually makes me miss that pill-popping ex-wife of his. (Mike walks in) Oh, hello dear...
Rachel: I don't know, I mean, this is just my initial gut feeling... but I'm thinking... oh, I'm thinking it'd be really great.
Chandler: Oh no.
Phoebe: Oh my God, she's so stupid!
Monica: Oh thats a great idea. Youre really good on the phone.
Joey: Hello! (Listens.) Oh yeah! (To Chandler) It's the apartment manager; Ross put us down as references. (To the apartment manager.) Ross is the greatest guy you'll ever meet! Yeah, he's very reliable.
Joey: Oh my!
Rachel: Oh! Well, as a single woman, who is available, I think you look great!
Chandler: Oh no problem, maybe Ill play with my left hand.
Mrs. Waltham: Oh, am I on the radio?
Chandler: Oh, yeah, sure, its not mine anyway. It can with the pants.
Phoebe: Oh, just ask him!
Monica: Oh, would you let it go already?! Youre fine!
PHOEBE: You guys are so pathetic, I, oh, OH, XANADU! OH.
Chloe: Oh, well I tell Issac everything.
Ross: (sarcastically) Oh Great! After I finish my wine I'm going to blow my... eh. average-sized brains out.
Dr. Harad: (laughing) Oh Fonzie.
Chandler: Oh.