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Rachel: Oh yeah, I know, but the garbage was full.
Rachel: Oh! Hey, Mr. Treeger.
Rachel: Ummm. Oh! Im sorry. (She grabs the box and offers him a piece.) Its a little old but
Mr. Treeger:: Oh yeah, of course you dont!
Chandler: Oh yeah, gym member. I try to go four times a week, but Ive missed the last 1200 times.
Chandler: Oh Maria. You cant say no to her, shes like this lycra spandex covered gym treat.
Chandler: Oh no, youll have to come.
Phoebe: Oh please, somebody tell me I dont have to go to work today!
Phoebe: Oh, my first massage today is this incredibly gorgeous guy, and every time I see him I just want to do things to him that Im not allowed to charge for.
Phoebe: Oh no, it is forbidden! No-no, Mrs. Potter fires people for fooling around with clients. And its against my oath as a masseuse.
Rachel: Oh Pheebs, is that a new ankle bracelet?
Rachel: Oh! My hero! What happened?
Rick: Oh, a 16-hour sit-in for Greenpeace.
Phoebe: Oh. (She goes to work, and her head slowly drops out of view.)
Monica: Oh, would you let it go already?! Youre fine!
Rachel: Oh, umm, I was just yknow working out and umm Oh, thats it.
Phoebe: (thinking to herself) Okay, baseball. Rick, playing baseball. Okay, slides into second, maybe even his pants come down a little Oh nowait no, no! No! Okay, all right, sandwiches, sandwiches. Umm, okay, on a plate, maybe Ricks pants come down a little. No! No! Okay, Chandler! Okay Chandler, ooh, thats working.
Phoebe: (thinking to herself) Chandlers knees. Chandlers ankles. Chandlers ankle hair. (notices the clock) Oh no. (to Rick) Okay, youre all set.
Rick: Oh wow! That was amazing, was that really just an hour?!
Mrs. Potter: Mr. Simons been waiting for(sees Phoebe and Rick) Oh my God!
Phoebe: Oh yeah, oh and I know, but this isnt what it looks like, cause Rick is my ahh, husband.
Mrs. Potter: Oh really? Well, then youd better tell his other wife, cause she called three times asking where he is.
Monica: Oh my Gosh!
Mr. Treeger:: Thank you, listen, thanks a lot Tribbiani, (checks watch). Oh my God, look at the time, I gotta catch the bus to the ball.
Joey: Oh well, okay, good luck.
(The interviewer watches her leave with an Oh my goodness face.)
Phoebe: Is it Ross? Its Ross isnt itOh my God, its Joey!
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.
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!
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!
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.