| Yes, I mean I noticed from the draft P P G thirteen that they do not define small. How small is small? Mr Curtis, do you want to Yes, thank you, Chair. come back on that? David Curtis, York City Council. Erm, clearly their is a a long history of cooperation between the authorities on Greater York, and er I think it is important to explain the development of thinking on that, and the reasons why the City Council has, I would say progressively, er reduced its er the warmth of its enthusiasm to such a state that it's actually become extremely cold now. | |
| Right, so you need to know that our model is characterized by constant parameters over the sample. Now the data that we've got here has been artificially generated. the last six observations of it has, right, the first six observations, sorry the er the first twenty odd observations are real, right, that they haven't been made up but the last six observations have been made up, right, to er to illustrate structural change. | |
| *CHI: no I haven't. *MOT: alright then hurry up and then tell me when you're finished. [CHI humming/singing in background] *MOT: have you finished? *MOT: Eleanor [CHI]? *MOT: have you finished? *CHI: yeah I can [? can't] do this. *MOT: well come on quickly and we're almost finished now. | |
| = = = Lawrence massacre = = = The Lawrence Massacre (also known as Quantrill's Raid) was an attack on the town of Lawrence, Kansas on August 21, 1863. The attack was a battle in the U.S. Civil War. The Confederates won the battle. They won because groups of guerillas led by William Quantrill rode into town and shot every man they saw. They killed about 150 people. | |
| - Yeah, she's okay, I guess. Gives a decent blowj, but don't they all? - Tsh. - Oh, right? - That's cool. - "BIowj" means "blow job." - So anyway, it's like I always say. I'm all about banging' clits, sucking' tits, and takin' shits. [laughter] | |
| *PAR1: and what's going on in the water. *PAR2: they don't like the water. *PAR1: you can tell how do. *PAR1: how do you know. *PAR2: cause that's a lake. *PAR1: mhm. *PAR1: yeah. *PAR1: so what are all the people. *PAR1: what what's going on. | |
| 'Ain't goin' ter be bossed by nobody,' said the boy doggedly, as he reached his room. 'Was goin' ter give her the old letter to-morrow, anyway, but now I don't care if she never gits it,' and opening the chest which held his few treasures, he deliberately shut up the letter in an old tin box, and went to bed. | |
| *MOT: 'fore it's time for me to go to work. *MOT: no no no no. *MOT: I just gotta set it up here right. *MOT: 'cause I gotta be walking out the door seeing like Tonya won't call me back. *MOT: she can get somebody to fill that shift in. *MOT: who there wants some overtime? | |
| *MOT: you're going to get out your game? *CHI: yes. *MOT: what game? *CHI: my game over dere. *CHI: game play with Urs'la. *CHI: xxx you funny. *URS: what's funny? *CHI: you. *CHI: look. *URS: what are you doing? *CHI: dat pumping. | |
| Will you come back to me in terms of who you want to invite, taking on Liz Kermey's point about involving people themselves if they so wish, and we'll consult with the opposition liaison member and the vice-chair. But in principle we agree do we not, to back multi-agency meeting, given what we said in the discussion and we will come back to you with something that's maybe a bit more specific, and more easy to discuss, may I say. | |
| = = = Bourg-Saint-Pierre = = = Bourg-Saint-Pierre (German name: "St. Petersburg") is a municipality of the district of Entremont in the canton of Valais in Switzerland. = = = Liddes = = = Liddes is a municipality of the district Entremont in the canton of Valais in Switzerland. | |
| Style of play. Carroll was often compared to Newcastle's record goalscorer Alan Shearer, Ivory Coast striker Didier Drogba and former Italy forward Christian Vieri because of similar style of play. He has been called a classic centre forward. This is because of his strength, powerful shot and header. Former Newcastle manager and Liverpool player Kevin Keegan stated "he is probably in the top three headers of a ball I have ever seen in football". After Newcastle's 2–0 victory at home to Blackpool in September 2010, in which Carroll scored the second goal and helped in creating the first, Blackpool manager Ian Holloway described Carroll as "the best striker in the Premier League". | |
| And let them them deal with it. We we'll do the reporting and that's that's as far as we'll go. But if we there again if we see somebody that's being mugged, and we think that we can assist, or we can deal with it, then we will, you have to take every situation as it comes. | |
| *MOT: I hope she doesn't wake up. *MOT: shush. *MOT: there she is. *MOT: fast asleep. *CHI: cover up. *MOT: cover her up. *MOT: that's it. *CHI: shush. *MOT: perhaps the other one wants to sit in the highchair doesn't she? | |
| *MOT: yes. *MOT: can you tell me where... *MOT: Bubu? *MOT: Eleanor? *MOT: that's nice. *MOT: what's that? *CHI: a xxx. *MOT: can you write Eleanor? *MOT: spell it out right. *MOT: Eleanor. *CHI: no. *CHI: xxx not. | |
| *JAM: David. *CHI: what. *JAM: somebody knocked over the back. *CHI: what. *JAM: somebody xxx. *JAM: and the wee boy knocked over. *INV: mhm. *JAM: I have a bike at my house. *INV: have you? *JAM: yep! *INV: have you got a bike David? | |
| = = = Rick Astley = = = Richard Paul Astley (born 6 February 1966) is a British singer, songwriter and musician. He was born in Great Sankey, Warrington, Lancashire, England and grew up in Newton-le-Willows, Merseyside. Astley has also lived in Richmond, London with his Danish wife, Lene Bausager, and their daughter, Emilie. | |
| "He isn't lost," stoutly returned David. "With good weather they will be picked up. I'm sure of it." "The sea is very cruel, Davy," murmured the skipper, and his face clouded with sad memories of his boy lost with Margaret's mother. The "little girl" peered anxiously from the kitchen door and tried to shift the topic to happier themes: | |
| You know that's up to the WTO. That remains beyond our purview. We'll revisit that item. Let's move on. Did you know there are 132 rooms in the White House? Yes. But did you also know there are 16 refrigerators? Now, technically, we're not even supposed to be in the Cabinet Room without the president. | |
| *MOT: are they like them? *MOT: the cows are like the lizards? *CHI: yeah. *MOT: why? *CHI: yeah [shouts]. *MOT: why are they like the lizards? *CHI: yeah [shouts]. *MOT: right. *MOT: okay. *MOT: can you find the sleeping gorilla? | |
| On November 23, 2016, it was announced that DeVos would be nominated to serve as Secretary of Education in the coming administration of President-elect Donald Trump. On February 7, 2017, she was confirmed by the United States Senate by a 50-50 vote with Vice President Mike Pence breaking the tie in her favor. | |
| _Rosy O’Grady’s_ crew, all except Tony and Cracker Jackson, were overjoyed at their new assignment. They lay awake talking it over until Barry curtly ordered them to “drive it into the hangar and get some sleep.” “_Rosy_ will be laid up for a couple of weeks’ repairs anyway,” Chick added in a loud whisper, “and so will Tony and Cracker. We’ll probably be back by that time. Nobody’s got any kick coming, so far as I can see—unless it’s the Japs!” | |
| *MOT: let's play pattycake! *MOT: it's nothing to sit on this pot. *MOT: boy, you hafta learn. *MOT: all the big people use the bathroom and the pot. *MOT: pot. *MOT: leave that xxx alone! *MOT: you know how. *MOT: you a big boy. | |
| *MOT: when Mummy's going shopping today. *MOT: we'll get some nuts for the squirrel. *MOT: and then xxx. *MOT: xxx for breakfast and then Eleanor can watch them. *CHI: was that in there? *MOT: that's water, darling. *MOT: for the iron. | |
| Dover, Dover. - Dover. It's true then. All right. - Hm. Baker, good friend. You better go get her. I'll meet you at Potter's Mesa. Mr. Cobb, we haven't had the pleasure of seeing you around the fort lately. Been off on an ocean voyage, have you? | |
| *CHI: what is it? *CHI: he hasn't got toes. *MOT: toes? *CHI: no. *MOT: hasn't got any legs, Becky never mind any toes. *CHI: no. *CHI: can you get some? *CHI: what is this? *CHI: what is he doing in there? *MOT: he's hiding. | |
| = = = Ford Aerostar = = = The Ford Aerostar was the first minivan manufactured by Ford. The vehicle was introduced in 1985 as a 1986 model. The Aerostar was discontinued after 1997 and replaced by the Windstar, which was sold alongside since 1995. although Aerostar's role went unfilled until the 2010 introduction of the Ford Transit Connect van. | |
| like,"bitch,please." that's the kind of look i be giving when i ain't feelin' somebody. so i look over. she's like this,staring at me,hard-core,like- like,with a scowl like this. what if somebody was like this at you? what happened? i'm saying,are you gonna stand there and be like. | |
| The English auberge was one of the most handsome of the buildings standing in the great street of the Knights. Its architecture was Gothic in its character, and, although the langue was one of the smallest of those represented at Rhodes, it vied with any of them in the splendour of its appointments. Sir John Boswell was standing in the interior courtyard. | |
| Please ! Stop firing ! Reporting the latest news... The stalemate continues at Asama Mountain Lodge. The Nagano police plan to send in an armed squadron to break of the stalemate. Prior this, the Commissioner General has announced that they will continue to use discussion and persuasion... | |
| She straightened him out. How so? Jared grew up watching me fight. He slept in a few dressing rooms. He had his diapers changed by ring girls. He was a pretty angry kid. When was the last time you talked to your son? (short pause) After his last fight. | |
| *MOT: I think I'll put the worm maker away. *MOT: we could cut some shapes, couldn't we? *CHI: yeah. *CHI: if you put those away. *MOT: right. *MOT: we'll put these... *MOT: this isn't very good for cutting out. *MOT: okay. *MOT: this playdough. | |
| "I believe we've struck the brigade headquarters," said Captain Nicholson, flashing his torch into a large recess in which stood a table littered with book and papers. "We'll attend to those documents later. No use doing so until we've made sure of our ground. I wonder where the gilded occupants are?" | |
| "Because I like to see the waves, and I think it sounds as if it was saying something all the time." "What does it seem to say?" "I don't know, sir. I listen to it a great deal, and I can't find out, but I like to hear it for all. I think it must be telling us to yemember our Father in heaven who made it." | |
| On December 1, 2018, Stearney was found dead in his home in Bahrain in an apparent suicide, aged 58. = = = Robert Klein = = = Robert Klein (born February 8, 1942) is an American comedian, singer, and actor. He was born in New York City. He was nominated for a Best Actor in a Musical Tony Award for 1979's "They're Playing Our Song". He was known for hosting "Saturday Night Live" twice. | |
| He hates it when I write to you, and I can hear him comin'up the stairs. " Anything? Just some letters that were never sent. - Who's the addressee? - I think they're to her father. Records show the father's name is John Haskel. - He split. Long gone. | |
| There, I've said it. (AIR HISSING) Oh, well, come on. She was just a parrot. I mean, she wasn't even a parrot. Always weeing on the boat's carpets, biting everyone. She gave half of us tetanus, for goodness sake. But she was our Polly. (STUTTERING) Well, you know, you should be happy for her. | |
| *CHI: no more. *ELS: no more? *CHI: no more. *ELS: oh. *ELS: mind my field. *CHI: Dadaw field. *ELS: yes. *CHI: I build xxx. *CHI: that. *ELS: peek through there? *CHI: yes. *ELS: mhm. *MOT: baby pig, Lara. | |
| Why do I get the feeling that that guy would get pleasure blowing our brains out? - Do you see any way out of this? - Depends on Bache. I'm wondering about that heart attack. What if General Bache never even had a heart attack? - What if they're just keeping him from us? | |
| *MOT: [laugh]. *CHI: can you do that? [wants balloon blown up] *MOT: oh, Lara. *MOT: I told you. *MOT: I think we'll hafta wait for daddy. *MOT: hey. *MOT: I'm doing it. [MOT is blowing a balloon up] *MOT: bit squished. *MOT: there. | |
| As to what happens now he says I've to go to Magistrate's Court so it's just beginning to sink in that it's gonna cost him some brass and it's going to be serious. One of them there was of the opinion who could quite easily lose his licence for it. Like he got done | |
| *MOT: [MOT smiles at CHI] [MOT bounces the head of the clown down] *CHI: [CHI pushes the clown into the box but it pops back up] *MOT: [gasps]. [MOT grabs the clown and pushes it into the box. MOT starts to close the lid] *CHI: [CHI starts to close the lid] | |
| *MOT: so the noise itself doesn't matter but getting a reaction does. *EXP: what about colors? *EXP: what colors do you think he knows? *MOT: I don't know that he knows any colors. *MOT: [laughs]. *EXP: he was xxx a lot of the colors though. | |
| *MOT: no. *CHI: shall I find it? *MOT: are you gonna make a mess? *CHI: no. *CHI: just get me down. *MOT: please. *CHI: please. *MOT: [laughs]. *MOT: what did you say to Auntie Dwww [Auntie]? *CHI: I don't knowy. *MOT: when Jwww [brother] asked you if you wanted a drink. | |
| In a sense, if we think of the context of say the late eighteenth early nineteenth century perhaps more, perhaps more specifically we think of the er, of the er erm early nineteenth century. Liberalism and nationalism are seen as two sides of the same coin. | |
| Seriously. I mean, we were having marital problems. The sex was all, you know, whatever. Anyway, I took his advice and tried erotic asphyxiation. You choked your wife? Ok, come on. It's not like I'm o.j. Or something, all right? I know how to deal with the pressure. | |
| Course. The source of the Aisne is in the "Forest of Argonne", in the Rembercourt-Sommaisne "commune" (Meuse), near the border with the Marne department, at an altitude of about . From here, the Aisne flows to the west. The Aisne river flows through 2 regions and 5 departments. It flows through the following "communes", among others: | |
| Fifteen diary screens later you know telling what the value is and Yeah yeah yeah I, I mean if, we know how much is outstanding on each one, we know when it's due to be paid, we know it's gonna be about eight hundred policies a section, is it, ten thousand? | |
| Erm John's Dream the National Playwright's Network actually wrote back to me and said they're quite happy to read your plays for a fee erm but I intend to re-write that before I put it in er for a reading erm Oh,I I sent a poem called Pleasure to Woman's Weekly in June last year and I suspect they were actually planning to use it but they've had a New Year's clear-out and I got it back yesterday. | |
| *CHI: yeah. *MOT: how would you get the stick in it? *CHI: no, no, no not that kind of candy. *CHI: I mean a different kind of candy like marshmallows like yalla candy yalla candy. *CHI: yeah Mommy some hawks eat yalla candy. *MOT: they do? | |
| *INV: and he kicks her you know? *INV: but all in good fun. *INV: they're all gigglin' and laughin' you know? *INV: like sometimes it does get a bit out of hand. *INV: but she's just useta that. *MOT: I know. *INV: you know? *INV: she's useta us havin' like ten six year olds in the back garden. | |
| [$=1 MOT looks at CHI] *MOT: okay? *MOT: I think it's time to buy you some crayons however. [MOT turns the page] *CHI: [cries]. [CHI looks at MOT] *MOT: bear. [MOT points to the book] *MOT: see the bear? [CHI reaches out for MOT] | |
| *MOT: pray tell. *FAT: ah, it wasn't me. *CHI: xxx dad promised me that he expects I'm gonna play pool. *FAT: it wasn't me. *GRA: what's that? *FAT: it was not I. *MOT: I did not bake again I was too tired. *GRA: so what? *GRA: there's little cookies there. | |
| But Archie had been brought up in a democratic country, and had little sympathy for the ties of race. 'Oh, bother the ancient Crusaders, and the other folks under the tombstones! If they could get up again and chop off old Norton's head, and fight anyone who laid a finger on the Abbey, they'd be of some use to you. I believe there are a pile of old Forsters lying under elaborate tombs somewhere in Northumberland, but what have they ever done for me? It's no use being sentimental about old times. I'll undertake there was precious little sentiment about them in those days. Didn't they come sailing over from Denmark and Normandy, and all sorts of places, to settle down in England, which was a new country then, just as we're thinking of going out to Australia? Five hundred years hence we shall be quite ancient history ourselves, and folks can romance over our tombstones if they feel inclined. And after all, why should one's ancestors do everything for one? I guess I'd rather make my mark in the world for myself,'--for the boy had all the enthusiasm of a pioneer about him, added to a sturdy spirit of independence. | |
| *CHI: I pottied... %add: fat *MOT: [laughs]. %add: all *FAT: yeah. %add: chi *FAT: and then what did you after you made after you were all done? %add: chi *CHI: I I wiped my hands... %add: fat *CHI: wiped... *FAT: did you wipe your tushie? | |
| *INV: [INV leaves the room with toys from Small Scale Activity] *MOT: oh Paula. *MOT: wait 'til you see! [MOT looks at CHI] *CHI: [CHI looks up at MOT] *MOT: oh? *CHI: [CHI looks at the door] [CHI takes a few steps closer to MOT] *MOT: here we go. | |
| The next moment, while Alden was staring at the strange sight, he recalled the orders of Shagbark. “The minute ye’re sure it’s a redskin, _shoot_!” Nothing could be easier than for the youth to bring his rifle to a level where he was screened by the darkness, and bring down the Indian as he would bring down any other game. But he could not do it. The thought of shooting a human being, even though an enemy probably seeking the life of the youth himself, was intolerable. It would have been a crime for which Heaven would hold him accountable and for whose commission he could never forgive himself. | |
| *DAD: two minutes. *CHI: want the big brush. *AMY: [screams]. *MOT: what a noisy sister you've got. *DAD: [laughs]. *CHI: can we use the little brush? *MOT: well. *MOT: we don't really needta Lara. *MOT: you've got all the bits up now. | |
| It's what happen to us, you know what I'm talking about, right? No. I don't, Bernardo. I met Rosa at Oswaldo Cruz Station. I never hid the fact that I had a wife and a kid. Never. Hi honey! Good morning! Come on. Let daddy sleep a little more. | |
| Gervaise took her hand as she fastened it round his neck, and kissed it; then, still holding it, he said, “Do you know what you are doing, Claudia? You are raising hopes that I have never been presumptuous enough to cherish.” “I cannot help that,” she said softly. “There is assuredly no presumption in the hope.” | |
| "What are they, if you are at liberty to speak of them?" asked Mrs. Bradford. "Any one who has been kind to my children has a special claim on me." So Mrs. Granby told the story, not at all with the idea of asking aid for her friends,--that she knew the good policeman and his wife would not like,--but, as she afterwards told them, because she could not help it. "The dear lady looked so sweet, and spoke so sweet, now and then asking a question, not prying like, but as if she took a real interest, not listening as if it were a duty or because she was ashamed to interrupt. And she wasn't of the kind to tell you there was others worse off than you, or that your troubles might be greater than they were. If there's a thing that aggravates me, it's that," continued Mrs. Granby. "I know I ought to be thankful, and so I mostly am, that I and my friends ain't no worse off than we are, and I know it's no good to be frettin' and worryin' about your trials, and settin' yourself against the Lord's will; but I do say if I fall down and break my arm, there ain't a grain of comfort in hearin' that my next-door neighbor has broken both his. Quite contrary; I think mine pains worse for thinkin' how his must hurt him. And now that I can't do the fine work I used to, it don't make it no easier for me to get my livin' to have it said, as a lady did to me this morning, that it would be far worse if I was blind. So it would, I don't gainsay that, but it don't help my seeing, to have it thrown up to me by people that has the full use of their eyes. Mrs. Bradford aint none of that sort, though, not she; and the children, bless their hearts, stood listenin' with all their ears, and I'd scarce done when the little one broke out with,-- | |
| It's like, we just can't, we just can't put an end on end, like right let's be friends, or we'll just like, yeah, we'll get together, it's just like a situation that's like a nightmare really. [Music] [murmered comment] Where on earth is Jason? Like where is he? | |
| *MOT: xxx like it. *MOT: look at this! *MOT: look at this, Man man! *MOT: I only had the polish on for one day. *MOT: it's already peeling. *MOT: I'm telling you. *MOT: it's hard to find a good polish. *MOT: hafta push the xxx. | |
| *CHI: bihbih. *MOT: yeah so you've got your peas. *MOT: will Mummy eat your grapes then? *CHI: no. *MOT: no you want to keep the grapes for later? *CHI: no. *MOT: you don't want the grapes for later? *CHI: weh. *MOT: no, we'll maybe have the grapes another day, will we? | |
| Due to the destruction in the Philippines, the name Mike was retired and was replaced by Manny. Its PAGASA name, Ruping, was also retired. = = = Control variable = = = A control variable is something in an experiment that is kept the same. Having control variables means that the experiment will be a fair test. | |
| "It's no good to cry now," he advised her. "She's gone into the house." "_Tonto!_ Do you think I want her to see me?" wept Lola. "She is hard and cruel. O my father!" "Come over and tell my mother about it!" urged the boy, troubled. "You are Mexican like us, no? Your mother was Mexican? Come! My mother will say what is best to do." | |
| You know what you are? You are addicted to poverty. This job, this salary- In five years, you can own the company. It will work while you sleep. You don't have to jump out of airplanes... you think you'll be jumping out of when you're 50, 55. The money will work when you can't. | |
| I LOVE KYLE. I GUESS I JUST DON'T WANNA SHARE MY BIRTHDAY. I'M TRYING TO LOOK AT THIS AS AN ADULT. BUT IT'S JUST THAT I'M -- A BIG BABY? YOU'RE THE BABY! ANDY - - ONE. GRACIE - - ZIP. OKAY, HOW ABOUT THIS? WE DON'T WE DO SOMETHING SPECIAL FOR YOU? | |
| *CHI: no. *CHI: mom on the last one I'm putting boots on like this. *MOT: what? *CHI: let me see. *CHI: it's hard to put on. *MOT: it's hard to put boots on a real snowman when you go out in the yard and you make one. *CHI: I know. | |
| Why do we have to do that? If we stay there, Ma Du Sik will definitely find us and come to collect money. What is this? I thought you were back on your feet. Weren't you going back after you paid back all your loans? How can I get back on my feet that much in only a year? | |
| ‘Do you remember the name of Thaurepas (?), the blacky General who weakly surrendered his post to the French? What do you think the grateful Monsieurs did to him? Nailed epaulettes on his shoulders and a cocked hat on his head, and then threw him with his wife and children into the sea! Would one believe such things of men in the 19th century? I should like to know something of the present state of Hayti, and whether the throne is filled by a son of Henri I., for I suppose that Christopher is hardly living still. If he were, would you not like to have his autograph? | |
| Jumbo became a great attraction in the London Zoo. Queen Victoria and members of the Royal Family adored him. Children rode in the saddle ("howdah") on his back for a penny. The young Winston Churchill (and probably Queen Victoria's children Prince Leopold and Princess Beatrice) rode in Jumbo's "howdah". | |
| *MOT: the food isn't gonna taste any better or anything. *BRO: mom, I'm xxx. *FAT: xxx but you know, just seeing the pictures I xxx. *BRO: I just left, I just left. *MOT: hey I don't want you to go xxx. *BRO: I didn't. *MOT: well don't. | |
| “I don't pretend that I can do what Tresham has done,” Ralph Harcourt said. “I always hated our lessons with the chaplain, who gave me the character of having the thickest head of any of his pupils; but I vow”--and he kissed the handle of his dagger--“I will spend half an hour a day in trying to learn something of Turkish. Of course, I know that such time will not be enough to learn a great deal; but if one could get up just enough to be able to give orders to the slaves, to question the captain of a vessel one has captured, and to make them understand a little, if by bad luck one fell into their hands, it would be quite enough for me. I am sure sometimes one is quite at a loss how to pass the hours when the sun is at its hottest, and if one tried one ought to be able to pick up a little without much trouble. Look at the servants; there is not one of them but speaks a little English. And if an infidel can learn enough English to get on with, without any regular study, I can't see why we shouldn't be able to learn enough Turkish in the same way.” | |
| *MOT: open and close ones. [microphone noise.] *MOT: but he also liked that one with the texture. [microphone noise.] *MOT: too. [microphone noise.] *CHI: [babbles]. *MOT: ow! [directed to the child. child makes a little noise.] *CHI: [babbles]. | |
| What car's he got? A Chevette. A Chevette. What year? T, same as mine. How much did he pay for his? Four fifty. No. No it was three seven five. Three seven five he paid for it. Yeah. I thought Janet's own car, I thought they gave it to Greg's brother? | |
| Veto, veto. I have veto power. (French accent): 12 years at Chez Lucille in Mobile, specialize in-- how do you say? -- "crowd-pleasers" like boeuf bourguignon, coq au vin, escargot. I'm sorry, uh... (French accent): How do you say, uh, veto? (chuckles) Wow, all right. | |
| *MCH: right? *MCH: no. *MCH: uhuh. *MCH: look, look, look. *MCH: oh, right, he can't get out. *MCH: that's why I gonna get one like this. *MCH: 'cause these holes could not get out, he could breathe. *MCH: give it back. *MCH: he got thingses to breathe. | |
| Go right round a f these the field and cut your first swathe out and tie it up with a a load of the straw that you'd cut and bind it up, bundle it up and shove that in the hedge bottom. Then the old old binder used to come in with two two year old stalwarts, horses, and he used to go round this field and it used to take him days. | |
| All my dreams went out the window. What did you do? I found a new dream. Came to say goodbye. My hallucinations don't usually have such good manners. I'm going away. Time to travel, see the world. First stop is Africa, to climb Kilimanjaro. I'm sorry you didn't get to go, but.. | |
| So she thought, and Florence, who did not dare to meet Bertha's eyes, who did not dare at this moment even to look at her mother, wished with all her heart that the ground might open and swallow her up. Could she take this undeserved honor? The words were crowding to her lips, "Oh, don't, for heaven's sake, give it to me; I could never have written it," but she did not speak the words. | |
| *CHI: I wonder... *URS: that's where you useta live. *CHI: why you live where I live? *URS: I live near there. *CHI: will I moved there. *CHI: I moved away from dere. *CHI: how come you moved dere? *URS: I'm in the same place. | |
| *CHI: ma. *MOT: no. *FAT: that would be a bit silly. *MOT: so we'll have another yoghurt tomorrow when Mummy's been to the shops, okay? *CHI: nuh. *CHI: noah. *FAT: thank you. *MOT: what about another grape? *CHI: meibeibix. | |
| The rainforest also holds many ancient plants which have survived from the southern supercontinent Gondwana. = = = Rotes Rathaus = = = The Red City Hall () is the town hall of Berlin, in the Mitte borough on Rathausstraße near Alexanderplatz. It is the home to the governing mayor and the government (the Senate of Berlin) of the Federal state of Berlin. The landmark building got its name from the red clinker bricks with which it is covered. | |
| In 1828, she married Harvard graduate, David Lee Child. He was a lawyer and abolitionist. His idealism prevented him from providing his wife with a comfortable home. The childless couple lived in near poverty. In the last years of her life, Child became a recluse. She kept company only with her husband. He died in 1874. | |
| Just like you and I are friends. Nothing more, nothing less. We're just friends. Girl, as much as I would like to snatch you right now I'm not gonna do that. I'm gonna rise above this. But let me make myself very clear. Stay the hell away from my husband. | |
| Biography. Serhiy Tihipko was born on 13 February 1960 in Dragoneshty, Moldovan SSR. He started his education in the local school. Then he entered the Metallurgical Institute in Dnipropetrovsk, Ukraine and graduated in engineering-metallurgy in 1982. For 2 years later he served in the Armed Forces of the USSR (tank troops). | |
| *NAN: tell me what did for your birthday? *CHI: I blew up balloons for it. *NAN: wow for what? *CHI: my birthday party. *NAN: you had a birthday party? *CHI: yes. *NAN: wow Cas tell me all about your birthday party. *CHI: I had french fries. | |
| The operations at Berlin Farm had delayed a section of the line. Before the men could be sent forward a pioneer battalion, composed mostly of Maoris, whose skill at rapid digging-in had won the admiration of the High Command, came surging up to assist in the consolidation of the captured position. That, again, was a distinctly satisfactory sign. New Zealand meant to hold what she had gained. | |
| I saw at once that the prince was delirious; the fever, which I had marked in his eyes and manner, but which he struggled against, had at length overcome his brave spirit. Just as I entered the room, bearing my torch, he sprang out of bed. "There is a snake under my pillow." | |
| *CHI: there's a video in? *MOT: yeah. *MOT: that's Shrek. *CHI: Shrek? *MOT: yeah. *CHI: look there's a dragon. *MOT: that's the dragon isn't it? *CHI: a dragon the donkey and princess. *MOT: and the princess. *CHI: no that's prinseks [princess]. | |
| It seems the skin around your injury has aged So there is a way to return to your old self But I suppose, you may not want that right? Why are you still up at this hour with all the noise? - Those are her belongings -You shameless fox, you get out of here | |
| I mean... What happened? You don't Like the ending? No, the ending's fine. It's actually quite moving. But what happened to the people? I mean, are they still together? What about... What about the kid? What about Charlie? Where's he? I don't know. | |
| “How do you feel, father?” he asked gently. The sick man shook his head. “I shall never be any better, Gerald,” he answered slowly. “Don’t look on the dark side,” said Gerald. “See, I have brought you some medicine.” He took from the side pocket of his sack coat a bottle, which he placed on the table. | |
| *CHI: okay. *CHI: what do you want? *NAN: what do I want? *NAN: I want a cheeseburger. *CHI: okay. [pretends to cook] *NAN: oh boy. *NAN: you know what Mac? *NAN: I haven't been to Mcdonalds for a really long time. *NAN: can tell me all about what happens when you go to Mcdonalds from the very first thing you do to the next thing you do and the next thing and the next thing and the next thing and then the last? | |
| No The, the, the body's immune system gets something further, some of the others No, it's alright, I was looking in here, because I mean, it, I er, you know, I saw in the er, when I looked in the manual it said it didn't pay out on H I V, so it. yes it is confusing. | |
| Mm. You brews the ginger, so I thought well I'm blessed! And of course it was ages before I knew she meant bruise. Mm. Once I started to make it I realized,o what it was. , yes. B R U I S E. Yeah. Mm. But it sounded very Mm. peculiar! | |
| You hadn ' t qua r rel led . J us t a no rmal mo rn i ng . Yes . Di d he seem ... Di d he seem p reoc cup i ed o r anx i ous ? No th i ng unusual . On a scale o f 1 to 1 0 , 1 0 be i ng ve ry p reoc cup i ed , wha t would you say? I don ' t know . | |
| Main Strike's in three days. Any delays... I hold you responsible. - Yes, sir. - Bring it up to full. Slowly. - Shut down! The propeller's jammed. - Fix it. You there! Get a man down there! Let's go, move. Come on, you guys. Gimme a hand. | |
| *MOT: boy's... *MOT: pardon? *MOT: yes. *MOT: boy's... *CHI: hair. *MOT: hair. *MOT: boy's... *CHI: ear. *MOT: ear. *MOT: boy's... *CHI: hair. *MOT: boy's... *CHI: arm. *MOT: arm. *MOT: boy's... *CHI: leg. | |
| Light sensitivity is pretty common. Maybe. Yeah, I think so. When I was in medical school, they brought in this C.I.A. interrogator... to help us better identify who was lying. This guy was like 6'50", crew cut. He must have been one hell of an interrogator because I'll tell you somethin'... | |
| “Yes.” “You came for the papers?” “Yes.” “How about the wallet?” “I saw it on the floor and I thought I’d take it—payment in advance.” “Do you believe this story, Gerald? Do you know anything about the papers this man speaks of?” asked Mr. Brooke. | |
| A: Some of them weren't even in the same city. A: One of them had, had cancer and died A: and I mean, that was our biggest scandal for the last few years, I think. B: Uh, that's, that's small scale. B: I don't know, you know, B: I really don't know what could be done. Uh, | |
| Well, I didn't get a real close look at the men you killed, but... Well, may I? Go ahead. (GAsPS) Oh. I wanted to be absolutely sure. And I am sure. Why, this is the body of Kid Curry. Kid Curry? Are you sure? Iam. Well, I would swear to it. | |
| *MOT: do you know what? *MOT: daddy ate them all last night. *MOT: was that naughty of him? *CHI: what? *MOT: daddy ate all the crisps last night. *MOT: that was naughty of him, wasn't it? *MOT: come and have a... *MOT: oh blimey. | |
| *MOT: I still hafta cut out the legs. *MOT: how many legs does a crocodile have? *CHI: five. *MOT: five? *CHI: yeah. *MOT: how about four and one long tail? *CHI: yeah sometimes crocodiles have really short tails. *MOT: what does this look like? | |
| = = = childes/CHILDES_UK/Edinburgh/harvey1507.cha = = = *CHI: ah. *MOT: ah said Harvey. *MOT: it's something you don't even need think about it you just do what you do. *CHI: ah. *BRO: wah. [the brother is a teen ager.] *BRO: wah. | |
| She's passive. That's the opposite of everything Ogs has been saying. Exactly. Hilda is passive. She's making problems for people on purpose. Why else would she marry Alfonso? It seemed like a good idea at the time. What kind of defence is that? | |
| Oh, it's your ties, singing disco songs. All right, Armani. What would you wear? [ Chuckles ] Let's see. [ Clears throat ] - Uh, where's the other one? - The other one? This is two-for-one from the gentleman's warehouse, right? Jane: God, you know what? | |
| *CHI: [cries]. *MOT: let's see what's in the next box. [End of PCI - Crayons and Paper] [MOT puts the box on the desk] *CHI: [cries]. [CHI reaches out for the box MOT holds] *MOT: Booboo. *MOT: look! [MOT gets the next box] *MOT: look! | |
| and this hot, sexy, chocolate diva is... looking to see who has the best social net-walk. and i will see you in the chat room. tyra wants us to set up a myfierce page. she wants us to take pictures for our profile pic. i think we're also gonna work on our net-walk with miss j. | |
| DEMONSTRATED WITHOUT THE SHADOW OF A DOUBT THAT THE DEAD MAN, MICHAEL MICHAILOW, DESTROYED NOT ONLY THE MARRIAGE BUT THE HOME LIFE AND HAPPINESS OF MY CLIENT. SINCE THE ACCUSED ACTED UNDER THE STRESS OF THE MOST EASILY COMPREHENDED OF HUMAN EMOTIONS, | |
| Gameplay. In "Plants vs. Zombies", the player takes on the role of a homeowner in a suburban neighborhood who must defend their house from zombies with the help of various plants. The game is divided into several levels, each taking place in a different location around the house. The player must plant various types of plants, each with their own unique abilities, to defend against waves of zombies that approach from the right side of the screen. | |
| That's my boy. Okay, please just tell me the story one more time. All right, fine, but this is the last time, okay? So I finished singing the song, I yelled, "Go, D-backs," and then 40,000 people start booing me. Uh, 40,000 people minus one. - Yes, I heard you cheering. | |
| *CHI: you push there. *MOT: that's okay. *MOT: what's the matter? *CHI: I just got something in eye. *MOT: have you? *CHI: something in my eye, Mum? *MOT: no. *MOT: I don't think something in your eye, Becky. *MOT: don't rub it. | |
| *CHI: [laughs]. *MOT: let me see. *MOT: xxx stand up. [stands a silver man on the black base] *MOT: good job. [arranges silver men on the black base] *MOT: cool. *MOT: interesting. *MOT: [sigh or laugh]. *CHI: [short vocalization]. | |
| *MOT: [makes noise]. *CHI: Mummy, I know what... *MOT: oh where's the elephants come from? *CHI: polar bear and elephant. *MOT: what's it doing? *MOT: what shape is that? *CHI: square. *MOT: it's not. *MOT: oh xxx can you see there there's two shapes I can see there on your doll's house. | |
| *CHI: where we went? *MOT: you know where we went yesterday. *CHI: what? *MOT: I'm not going to tell you. *URS: you tell me. *CHI: I can't [? can] tell the truth. *URS: where did you go Adam? *CHI: I went home by myself and visit a snake. | |
| South Carolina. South Carolina gave its reasons for seceding in its Declaration of Immediate Causes which was adopted on 24 December 1860. The reasons included: Texas. Texas became a state on December 29, 1845 with the assurances of becoming an equal state in the Union and was accepted with her own constitution. That constitution protected and maintained the institution known as slavery. Texas gave up a being a sovereign country to join the United States to promote the welfare, security and liberty of her people. Her declaration of causes included: | |
| Because the location was remote, no deaths were recorded. The Association of Space Explorers estimates that a Tunguksa-like event happens two or three times every thousand years on average. An asteroid roughly 10 km in diameter is thought to have hit Earth 66 million years ago and caused the K/T extinction event, including the extinction of all non-avian dinosaurs. | |
| Good night. Have a lovely evening. Such a great gift. I mean, really. Cheers. Cheers. Look at these projects. They're really good. Did you guys know that a lemon can be a battery? Huh. I knew it could be a weapon. You guys can keep your lemons. | |
| *EXP: that's coffee. *MCH: know why you hafta put this out? *TEA: why don't you buy it already cut up? *TEA: yeah, I do, sometimes. *CHI: let me, let me see? [GB adjusts his microphone] *EXP: no, Michael. *EXP: let me put it back. | |
| Now you're gonna tell me a property is something that you can Yes something that's good about it very good. So what's what what are what's chlorine got that say no other gas has? It's a germ killer yeah anything else? Er. How would know it if I brought a jar full into the room? | |
| Although there were many incidents worth telling, we must skip them and come to the time when our friends were plodding some distance beyond the straggling town of Cheyenne, which was to attain importance during the building of the transcontinental railway eight or nine years later. They were heading for Fort Laramie, on the western slope of the spur known as the Laramie Mountains. Far ahead the crests could be seen, tinted with a soft blue, as they raised their summits into the clear spring sky. The ground was more rolling and undulating, and streams of varying depth and volume had to be crossed. The greater elevation gave a sensible coolness to the air. Although summer was near at hand, the nights were chilly and the warmth of blankets and the roaring camp fire was grateful to all alike. | |
| Where's Khanna lndustries? Where have I landed? Where's Khanna lndustries? What are you saying? Can't you speak Hindi? "Hindi, Gujarati, French, Italian... you surely know some language?" Keep them away... away! "What's up, mister? You're fuming. | |
| "Please make the mistake of falling in love with me." "My heart is impatient for a companion." "My heart is impatient for a companion." "Please accept the salutation of love." Wow, wonderful! Wow, wonderful! - Let's go, Mr. Pyarelal. - Wow! Mr. Pyarelal. | |
| Just go through the remainder of the, of the observations, so that you should have zeros up until nineteen forty and then at nineteen forty through to nineteen forty five, right, you have ones. When you've finished doing that, press the end key. Right the end key will save the edit that you've just made okay. | |
| I envy them... Being young is the best. Maybe we're here for a reason, you know? Maybe you're right and... I should tell Nico everything. I should. Wouldn't it be better if the two of you were alone? You can talk calmly... I'll say hello but then I leave. | |