After all, she fits the bill.
He used an alias and he fits your time table perfectly.
She was used to the teenage fits of temperament after spending the summer with her newly turned twenty-year-old brother.
The expression is if the shoe fits, not the pot!
It looks as if it fits you.
You need to respect that, because the next time you throw one of your petulant hissy fits, I swear to God, I will install so much sound proofing in this room, you will never hear another note.
The description fits everyone but a red-headed midget or a woman.
It fits, don't it?
Fischer next suggested that enzymes can only hydrolyse those sugars which possess a molecular structure in harmony with their own, or to use his ingenious analogy, "the one may be said to fit into the other as a key fits into a lock."
Undaunted by many failures, she dramatized several of her novels with moderate success - Francois le champi, played at the Odeon in 1849, and Les Beaux Messieurs de Bois-Dore (1862) were the best; Claudie, produced in 1851, is a charming pastoral play, and Le Marquis de Villemer (1864) (in which she was helped by Dumas fits) was a genuine triumph.
He had fits of superstition which in healthier moments he despised.
L, L are tubes attached to a larger tube N; the latter fits loosely on a strong hollow cylinder which terminates in the screw V.
There is a hole in the webframe which smoothly fits the larger cylinder at /3', and another which similarly fits the smaller cylinder at -y'.
In the rear there was the dim outline of a garden, which had been planted but had never received its first hoeing, owing to those terrible shaking fits, though it was now harvest time.
He grew still more irritable, and it was Princess Mary who generally bore the brunt of his frequent fits of unprovoked anger.
Natasha was still as much in love with her betrothed, found the same comfort in that love, and was still as ready to throw herself into all the pleasures of life as before; but at the end of the fourth month of their separation she began to have fits of depression which she could not master.
"You know," said Natasha, "you have read the Gospels a great deal--there is a passage in them that just fits Sonya."
After these fits of irritability her face would grow yellow, and her maids knew by infallible symptoms when Belova would again be deaf, the snuff damp, and the countess' face yellow.
And in the same way the universal historians sometimes, when it pleases them and fits in with their theory, say that power is the result of events, and sometimes, when they want to prove something else, say that power produces events.