words in movies
Phoebe: Ooh, I gotta go. I found a guy that who could fix up the van for catering.
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 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: 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!
Chandler: Ahh, ooh, try a hard 8.
Joey: I know, I know! What am I going to do? (Thinks) Ooh!
Rachel: Ooh, the gift shop!
Phoebe: Ooh, Joey, thats actually a really good idea!
RACHEL: Ooh, goooosh, ooh, these are cookies smashed in the sports section.
Ross: Ooh, I wanna switch to Rachel too!
Monica: Well, maybe you could give to somebody else. Ooh, like Ross Geller.
Dr. Green: Ooh, I have a little heart attack.
Phoebe: Ooh, lets see it!
Joey: Ooh, sorry. Sorry. You finish, go.
Phoebe: HeyOoh, hows Hilda? Is she working out?
Phoebe: Oh! Ooh! Oh Monica! Its so beautiful.
Joey: Sure, no problem. (Sees something.) OohHey, donuts!
PHOEBE: Ooh, look at you fancy lads. What's the occasion?
Monica: Ooh...hey honey, are you all right?
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.
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)
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?
Rachel: Ohh. (She touches his arm for support and likes what she feels) Ooh!
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.)
Phoebe: Okay. Umm, ooh, oohoh, I have a game!
Joey: Ooh ooh ooh ooh, there's no room for milk!
Ross: You're welcome, Ben. Merry Christmas, ooh, and Happy Hanukkah!
Phoebe: Ooh, I have tasted my own medicine and it is bitter!
Phoebe: Ooh! How about Agamemnon?
Ross: (notices the table) HeyOoh! Whats-whats that, dinner stuff? You making dinner?
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 "
Rachel: Ooh, I like those sunglasses.
Phoebe: Ooh, now you lost me.
Phoebe: I thought you were excellent! In fact for a minute there I was like, "Ooh, whered Ross go?"
Monica: Okay, ooh, alright. Name, address... Okay, in case of emergency, call?
Ross: (playing the drunk uncle) When Monica was a little girl, I remember that(Phoebe screams and tackles him)Ooh!! Ow! Very good!
Rachel: Ooh great! Very Monica.
Chandler: Ooh, that girl that I hate, eww, drives me crazy, eww, eww, oh!
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.
Chandler: Ooh, this is a Dear Diary moment.
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?
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, yum! (Runs into the bedroom.)
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?
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.
Monica: Ooh, these tennis shoes are so tight. I think Ill take them off. (Goes to do so.)
Chandler: Ooh, I dont know if were there yet.
Joey: Ooh, great! Thanks!
Phoebe: Ooh, what happened?
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?
Student: Ooh, dude. Thats not gonna happen.
Phoebe: Oh! Ooh! Oh, I didnt know that you did pot.
Joey: Ooh, its probably a residual check, hey can you open it for me, Im kinda .
Joey: I dont know. Ooh, I bet its Richard.
Phoebe: Ooh, oh no! I have to go! I have a massage appointment.
Phoebe: Ooh, honey. You stink at lying.
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.
Rachel: Ooh, I can do that.
Woman on TV: Ow! Ow! Ooh! That hurts!
Joey: Ooh! Ah! Okay! (Quickly drags the crib outside.)
Rachel: Okay. (watching the tape) Ooh, my! (Rachel jumps when the woman starts screaming) Woah! Why is that baby torturing that woman?!
PHOEBE: Ooh, ooh, did you ask Stacy Roth?
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.
Ross: Oh, veto. How aboutOoh, I like Ruth! What about Ruth?
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: Ohh!! God! (Gary enters and she sees him) Ooh! (To Chandler) Get out of here, good for nothing.
Ross: Okay, okay. Ooooh, ooh maybe I rode in on a Harley.
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.)
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.
Rachel: Oh Pheebs thats so sweet(Grabs a pair of pants)Ooh, those are so cute!
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.
Phoebe: (entering with some guy) Hey. Ooh Ross! Howd the conversation go?
Rachel: Ooh! Ow!!
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.)
Phoebe: Hey! Ooh, wow that jacket looks great on you!
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.
Ross: Huh? Ooh (laughs) you mean like a Huh?
Monica: It worked! Ooh baby baby baby, ooh baby baby baby!
Rachel: Ooh, this is soo sweet, Joey our little twinkle-toes.
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.)
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?!
Joey: ooh oooh..
Joey: Ooh, that's a great plan!
Phoebe: Ooh, is that spelled with a C or a K? Oh my God! It doesnt matter; theyre both great!
Joey: (deadpan) Ooh! Yeah. So yeah, so you know exactly what Im talking about.
Phoebe: (realizes) Ooh, maybe that's him!