words in movies
Rachel: Okay, okay, I checked. We have: Earl Grey, English Breakfast, Cinnamon Stick, Camomile, Mint Medley, Blackberry, and.. oh, wait, there's one more, um.. Lemon Soother. You're not the guy that asked for the tea, are you? (Guy shakes his head) Okay.
Rachel: Thank you. (Examines it) Oh, cool! Free sample of coffee!
Monica: Oh good! 'Cause where else would we get any?
Rachel: Oh. Right. ...Oh great.
Rachel: Country club newsletter. My mother sends me the engagement notices for 'inspiration.' Oh my God! Oh my God, it's Barry and Mindy!
Rachel: Mindy, my maid of. Oh!
Rachel: Oh, I'm sorry. Oh, this is so stupid! I mean, I gave Barry up, right? I should be happy for them! I am, I'm happy for them.
Rachel: No. Oh, oh, I guess it would be different if I were- with somebody.
Rachel: Oh, I don't know. I guess it's not about no guys, it's about the right guy, y'know? I mean, with Barry, it was safe and it was easy, but there was no heat. With Paolo, that's all there was, was heat! And it was just this raw, animal, sexual...
Monica: Oh, hang on, hang on. Does Aunt Monica get a say in this?
Ross: 'Pwease, Aunt Monica, pwease?' Oh, unclench. You're not even gonna be there.
Rachel: Now, now the one in the feather boa, that's Dr. Francis. Now, she used to be a man. Okay, now look, see, there's Raven. We hate her. We're glad she's dying. Okay- (Marcel pushes down a cushion to reveal a shoe) Wh- wh- Marcel, are you playing with Monica's shoes? You know you're not supposed to pl- whoah. Marcel, did you poo in the shoe? (Takes the shoe into the kitchen) Marcel, bad monkey! Oh! Oh! (She notices the newsletter and taps the contents of the shoes onto it, then folds it shut) Sorry, Barry. Little engagement gift. I'm sure you didn't register for that. (She leaves the apartment holding the newsletter at arm's length. However, she leaves the door open. Marcel runs out in the opposite direction. There is a shot from the TV and Rachel runs back in) Who died? Who died? Roll him over! Oh, c'mon, roll him over! Oh...! Well, we know it wasn't Dexter, right Marcel? Because- (Looks down and notices he is missing) Marcel? Marc- (Notices the open door)
Rachel: Oh. Oh, those little clunky Amish things you think go with everything.
Phoebe: Oh no, how?
Rachel: Oh, my, God, c'mon, you guys! He's gonna be home any minute! He's gonna kill me!
Rachel: Anybody wanna trade? Oh...
Rachel: Oh, I would love some. But y'know what? Y'know what? Let's not drink it here. I'm feeling kinda crazy. You wanna go to Newark?
Rachel: Oh God, Ross, I cannot do this.
Rachel: Oh God... Okay. Alright. Alright. Okay. Ross, please don't hate me.
Ross: Oh, what? What-what?
Rachel: (Tearfully) Ross, I'm doing everything that I can, I've got everybody looking for him, and I- (Door buzzer goes and she runs to get it) Oh! Who is it?
Rachel: Oh, y'know what? That was a complete misunderstanding! (Ross puts his arms around her and they act all sweetness and light)
Phoebe: Oh, is that who the monkey's named after?
Phoebe: Oh my God. You'd put that poor little creature in jail?
Luisa: Oh my God, you are! And you're Rachel Green!
Rachel: Luisa? Oh my God! Monica! It's Luisa!
Monica: Oh, I'm- I'm so sorry!
Joey: Oh. Then, no.
Chandler: Oh, nononowaitwaitwaitnono! Uh... we may not know anything about radiators per se, but we do have a certain amount of expertise in the heating and cooling... mileu.
Phoebe: Oh, it's okay, it was just my left leg.
Phoebe: Yeah! Oh, c'mere, Marcel! Oh, Marcel, c'mere!
Phoebe: Yeah, think so. Oh! (She notices the tranquiliser dart has hit her in the butt and removes it) Huh. (Sways back) Whoah.
Monica: Oh gosh.
Ross: Marc- oh, this is ridiculous! We've been all over the neighbourhood. He's gone, he's-he's just gone.
Ross: Oh come on. It's cold, it's dark, he doesn't know the Village. (Kicks a sign in frustration) And now I have a broken foot. I have no monkey, and a broken foot! Thank you very much.
Rachel: Ross, I said I'm sorry like a million times. What do you want me to do? You want me to break my foot too? Okay, I'm gonna break my foot, right here. (Kicks the sign) Ow!! Oh! Oh my God, oh my God! There, are you happy now?!
Ross: Oh, no no no. Nono, this is just vintage Rachel. I mean, things just sort of happen around you. I mean, you're off in Rachel-land, doing your Rachel-thing, totally oblivious to people's monkeys, or to people's feelings...
Ross: Oh, forget it, okay?
Phoebe: Oh, this is so intense. One side of my butt is totally asleep, and the other side has no idea.
Rachel: Oh, c'mon, Luisa!
Rachel: Oh, Ross, c'mon. It's my fault, I almost lost your...
Ross and Rachel: Oh!
Phoebe: Oh. Oooh! Ooh! Ooh! (She stands up and starts to dance around) Ooh! My butt cheek is waking up! Oooh! Ooh!
Joey: Its not what you said. Its the way you said it .Oh My God, Im a women!!!
Phoebe: Oh, thats it? (Mimics Chandler) A great idea!
Chandler: Oh, this is horrible, its just horrible.
Pete: Oh, believe me, I dont want to get hurt either. Im being smart about this. See these guys? Theyre the best trainers in the world, and Hoshi here used to be a paid assassin. (Hoshi yells at him in Chinese) A house painter! He used to be a house painter.
Monica: Oh good, another dinosaur story. When are those gonna become extinct?
Rachel: Oh! Pathetic! (Grabs the crossword puzzle and starts writing.)
Rachel: What? Oh my God! Im gonna miss you so much! (Starts to cry.)
Chandler: What? (pause) Oh, yeah, I'm gonna be a junior copywriter.
Monica: (lying down on a mattress) Oh! Ohhhhh! Oh! Phoebe, come here. Aw, this is my new bed. You gotta feel this bad boy.
Rachel: Oh thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you! (Monica opens the door.) Emily?
Joey: Oh, it was great! Yeah, I-I walked her home, and it was amazing how much we connected, y'know? Then ah, then she passed out, but then she woke up. Yeah? And we stayed up all night talking, and now were like totally crazy about each other!
Chandler: Oh, hey guys!
Chandler: Oh great!
Rachel: Oh, this ones for me!
Phoebe: Oh, this ones for Chandler. Here.
Joey: Oh hey, do you still have their final exams?
Janine: Oh that would be great!
Phoebe: Oh no.
Chandler: Oh, its not important? Its not important?! If it wasnt for a brides maid youd be marrying him (Points to Joey) not me!
Rachel: Oh no!
Ross: Let me see, I gotta see, I gotta see. Oh, a head. Oh, it's, it's huge. Carol, how are you doing this?
Rachel: (seeing his new table) Ohh! Oh my God!
Chandler: (entering from his room carrying a fire extinguisher and wearing oven mitts) Oh yeah, it's great! See you take a tennis ball, a bowl, and some lighter fluidOp! Op! (He puts out a small fire which has re-ignited in his room.)
Joey: Oh, shes uh-uh really sick.
Chandler: Oh thats too bad.
Joey: Oh my God. So thats it?! I only get to bring one guest?
Ross: Oh yeah! Then how come you didnt get the Geller Cup?
Rachel: Oh yes.
Phoebe: Oh Ross, calm down, Ill give you the 80 cents. (Ross glares at Rachel)
Rachel: Phoebe, come on can we finish this later? Cause I wanna go running before it gets dark. Oh! Why don't you come with me?!
Kathy: You're kidding! Oh, I love him.
Rachel: Oh, she does want to.
Rachel: Oh my God, I'm starting to look like my great aunt, Muriel.
Gunther: Oh, I-I'm just making a list of people's birthdays.
Chandler: Oh, yeah, well, poor Richard. Y'... I can grow a moustache!
Rachel: Ok, Monica. I just have to know one thing. Did you go with her to Bloomingdale's? (Monica looks away.) Oh! Ok, ok, ok, I just really, uh, I just really need to not be with you right now. (Exits.)
Phoebe: Oh my God. This is where you got all our stuff, Pottery Barn! Oh my God!
Joey: Noo, (whispering) more like a notebook... Damn it! (next word appears: "blueprint") Oh, if I'm building an house, the plan isn't called the 'shmoo-print'... Can't say that either? Woha... hey... (the last word is "Football field" and there are 5 seconds left) In high school, I once had sex with a girl right in the middle of the...
Chandler: Oh yeah!
Joey: Oh well then, good night!
Janine: Oh good.
Phoebe: Oh! No, I-I think I just had a contraction.
Rachel: Ok, I, I hear what you're sayin'. I'm with you. Um, but I, but I'm trying really hard. And I think I'm doing better. I really do. Does anybody need coffee? (everyone in the place raises their hand) Oh, look at that.
Phoebe: Oh my God! (Starts reading them.) Dizziness, nervousness, drowsiness, facial swelling, nausea, headacheHeadache. Vomiting, stomach bleeding, liver damage! Now okay, I dont recall any of this coming up when you gave me these little death capsules! Oh Im sorry, extra strength death capsules!
Alice: Oh no-no, never say that. If we cant get it out then we can cut around the stain, add a little lace, you make a stylish throw.
Joey: I uh, oh! Because, uh, I havent really paid the bill
Phoebe: Oh, mon Dieu!
Chandler: Oh, uh.. I want her to think I might be in a restaurant.. y'know? I might have some kind of life, like I haven't been sitting around here honing for the past few hours.
Monica: Oh, so you finally took it out of the marina huh?
Phoebe: Oh, you're no ordinary roommate are you?
Phoebe: Oh, okay, I'm sorry, thank you for my azzz.
Rachel: (yelling and jumping like a child) OH, a soap opera roof party!! I'm going to a soap opera roof party!! Oh my God, oh my God!! (realizing how she's behaving) And it's out of my system!
Rachel: It was like months ago. We were walking by this antique store, and I saw this pin in the window, and I told him that it was just like one my grandmother had when I was a little girl. Oh! I can't believe he remembered!
Rachel: Oh, I am, my side still hurts from when you crashed into me yesterday.
Chandler: Oh, it's just some crazy guy who roams the halls here. He's great with kids though.
Joey and Chandler: (stopping her) Oh no-no-no-no!
Chandler: Oh no, now its not gonna make any sense!
Chandler: Hi, oh hi.
Ross: Oh, just planning my bachelor party with my best man.
MONICA: Oh my God!
Ross: Oh yeahNoYoure welcome. Well talk about it later.
Rachel: Oh, yeah. Definitely you, Pheebs.
Rachel: Oh, Im sorry. (Gets up and moves.)
Jill: Oh my God, Rachel!
Rachel: Oh my God, Jill!
MNCA: Oh God, you fell off the wagon.
Jill: Oh, thats so great! Okay, Im really gonna do this! I dont know how to thank you guys.
Rachel: Oh, The Velveteen Rabbit! Oh my God, when the boy's love makes the rabbit real!
Jill: Oh, Mr. Scientist has to get all technical!
Rachel: Oh.
Monica: (starts to cry) Oh good God, Ross! How the hell do you do it?
Ross: Yeah! Oh, I-I love this babies!
Ross: Oh stop.
Monica: (to Chandler) Oh my God. That was so amazing! When did you (pause) Hold on! I almost forgot (she turns to Mike) loser! (back to Chandler) When did you stop sucking?
Rachel: Oh there is no way.
Phoebe: Oh, look, he's closing his eyes again.
Phoebe: Oh my God, look! Thats Elizabeth!
Rachel: Oh not-not so much. Umm, what-what do you, what do you mean is there something wrong with Ross?
Joey: Oh hey come on, dont-dont-dont do this! Umm, look let-let me tell you something, okay? Now when I watch you do a scene, Im thinking, "Boy, she-she is a great actress!" (Shes not buying it.) Uh but-but, I am also thinking, "She is hot!"
Rachel: Oh no-no-no, no-no-no, thats not what I meant.
Janice: Oh, you didn't have to do this.
Chandler: Oh Jeez honey, I thought, I thought you were asleep.
Rachel: Oh so-so not really never.
Ross: Oh, well you see how it works is, the part with Dick Clark in Times Square is actually live, but they tape some of the party stuff ahead of time. Yeah, not a lot of people know that.
Janice: Oh, sure. Now. But what happens when he meets somebody else and gets married?
[Suddenly the door opens and Ross's mystery girl enters. I'll give you a hint to who it is: OH .MY .GAWD!! Uh-huh, it's Janice.]
Rachel: Oh, this is just terrible.
Rachel: Oh yes, its me! Sorry!
Phoebe: Oh my God!! You threw Pepper on the fire!
Rachel: Oh Ross, hi! Hey, how are ya? There you are!
Rachel: Oh, slides. (Laughs.) So really nothing happened.
Chandler: Oh yeah, it's actually in my bedroom.
Phoebe: Oh Chandler!
Chandler: Oh they didnt want to come!
Phoebe: Oh, so they owe me like, three Phoebes.
Joey: Oh, youre Phoebes fan!
Ross: Y'know, it-it doesn't matter. The important thing is that you're here. You're my friend, and you're here. Oh! (He goes over and hugs her.)
Rachel: Oh my God!
Monica: (faking happiness) Oh, my!
Carol: Oh please God, let there be a song.