words in movies
Phoebe: Ooh, honey. You stink at lying.
Phoebe: Ooh, what happened?
Joey: ooh oooh..
Phoebe: Ooh, I like cards.
Roy: Ooh, boy. You should warn people there's no elevator! I should not have had that Mexican food for lunch.
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!
Rachel: Ooh, the gift shop!
Phoebe: HeyOoh, hows Hilda? Is she working out?
RACHEL: Ooh, goooosh, ooh, these are cookies smashed in the sports section.
Monica: Well, maybe you could give to somebody else. Ooh, like Ross Geller.
Phoebe: Ooh, Joey, thats actually a really good idea!
Chandler: Ahh, ooh, try a hard 8.
Ross: Ooh, I wanna switch to Rachel too!
Dr. Green: Ooh, I have a little heart attack.
Joey: Ooh, sorry. Sorry. You finish, go.
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)
Phoebe: Oh! Ooh! Oh Monica! Its so beautiful.
Phoebe: Ooh, lets see it!
Joey: Sure, no problem. (Sees something.) OohHey, donuts!
PHOEBE: Ooh, look at you fancy lads. What's the occasion?
Rachel: Ohh. (She touches his arm for support and likes what she feels) Ooh!
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.
Phoebe: Ooh, now you lost me.
Monica: Ooh...hey honey, are you all right?
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!
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.)
Ross: Oww!! My ankle! I really hurt my ankle! I think I twisted it when IOoh, a quarter!
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 "
Ross: (notices the table) HeyOoh! Whats-whats that, dinner stuff? You making dinner?
Joey: Ooh ooh ooh ooh, there's no room for milk!
Phoebe: Okay. Umm, ooh, oohoh, I have a game!
Phoebe: Ooh! How about Agamemnon?
Phoebe: Ooh, I have tasted my own medicine and it is bitter!
Rachel: Ooh, I like those sunglasses.
Rachel: Ooh great! Very Monica.
Monica: Okay, ooh, alright. Name, address... Okay, in case of emergency, call?
Phoebe: I thought you were excellent! In fact for a minute there I was like, "Ooh, whered Ross go?"
Chandler: Ooh, that girl that I hate, eww, drives me crazy, eww, eww, oh!
Ross: (playing the drunk uncle) When Monica was a little girl, I remember that(Phoebe screams and tackles him)Ooh!! Ow! Very good!
Joey: Ooh!
Rachel: Ooh... oooh... (pause) (Rachel is all bah-jiggity about Joey) oh, ah... (pause) (to Monica) Can I ask you a question?
Phoebe: Ooh.
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.
Phoebe: Ooh, I think I wanna trade circles.
Phoebe: Ooh, Soap Opera Digest!
Phoebe: Ooh! That's a good one! Mine is to pilot a commercial jet.
Phoebe: Hey! Ooh, did you do it yet?
Phoebe: Ooh Monica!
Rachel: YeahOoh! Earrings! (Goes into her room.)
Rachel: Ooh, I just wish we hadnt lost those four months, but if time was what you needed just to gain a little perspective...
Ross: Oh I know, isn't it? Ooh... what'd you do to get her to laugh?
Rachel: Ahhh! (Gets in.) Ooh, nice!
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)
Chandler: Ooh, this is a Dear Diary moment.
Phoebe: Oh! Ooh! Oh, I didnt know that you did pot.
Monica: Ooh, these tennis shoes are so tight. I think Ill take them off. (Goes to do so.)
Joey: Ooh, great! Thanks!
Student: Ooh, dude. Thats not gonna happen.
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?
Chandler: Ooh, yum! (Runs into the bedroom.)
Chandler: Ooh, I dont know if were there yet.
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, oh no! I have to go! I have a massage appointment.
Joey: Ooh, its probably a residual check, hey can you open it for me, Im kinda .
Woman on TV: Ow! Ow! Ooh! That hurts!
Joey: I dont know. Ooh, I bet its Richard.
Rachel: Okay. (watching the tape) Ooh, my! (Rachel jumps when the woman starts screaming) Woah! Why is that baby torturing that woman?!
Joey: Ooh! Ah! Okay! (Quickly drags the crib outside.)
Phoebe: Ohh!! God! (Gary enters and she sees him) Ooh! (To Chandler) Get out of here, good for nothing.
Ross: Oh, veto. How aboutOoh, I like Ruth! What about Ruth?
PHOEBE: Ooh, ooh, did you ask Stacy Roth?
Rachel: Ooh, I can do that.
Ross: Okay, okay. Ooooh, ooh maybe I rode in on a Harley.
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: 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.)
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.
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.
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.
Rachel: Oh Pheebs thats so sweet(Grabs a pair of pants)Ooh, those are so cute!
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.)
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!!
Phoebe: Hey! Ooh, wow that jacket looks great on you!
Ross: Huh? Ooh (laughs) you mean like a Huh?
Monica: It worked! Ooh baby baby baby, ooh baby baby baby!
Phoebe: (entering with some guy) Hey. Ooh Ross! Howd the conversation go?
Monica: Ooh! But the band and the photographer are coming all the way in from New Jersey!
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?!
Phoebe: Ooh, Joey.
Phoebe: Ooh, is that spelled with a C or a K? Oh my God! It doesnt matter; theyre both great!
Phoebe: Ooh, who's it for?
Phoebe: (realizes) Ooh, maybe that's him!
Joey: Ooh, that's a great plan!
Joey: Ooh...I hear that's bad.