Oooh

Oooh, sick! What is that stuff? It's all spongy.

Oooh, get a move on. We'll end up late! Come on, I'll tie your shoelaces for you.

Oooh, somebody's in trouble!

"How do you know Tom?" "Mary dated him." "Oooh, I see."

Oooh, gross! What is that stuff? It's all spongy.

Oooh, look how the river sand sparkles! That's not gold -- it's little flecks of mica in the sand.

I tried listening to the radio, but it was making the same "ooohs" and "aaahs," helped out by gentlemanly tones which blathered about this "magnificent spectacle" and "unique phenomenon" until I began to feel that there was a parry for all the world going on, with me as the only person not invited.