He'll be stuck to that TV for hours.
Otherwise, he'll have to live with the idea that it will no longer be in the family after he passes.
He'll be back later.
It may take a few minutes, but he'll catch on.
As long as I'm doing what he expects me to do, he'll have doubt.
If he thinks there's no help coming to him, maybe he'll to the doctor.
I know he'll want to see you.
He'll never suffer again.
He's gone back to that farm, and that's where he'll stay.
He'll be all right.
Then he'll be taking off.
You start that and he'll hang around for sure.
If you think he'll make good company, go ahead and feed him.
He's done it before and I'm sure he'll do it again.
For crying out loud, Cindy, he'll be devastated, Mary interrupted.
I'm sure if he sees how important this is to you, he'll relent.
Quinn will think were requesting something like a séance or spiritual encounter but if we don't humor Howie, he'll be devastated.
He'll be shattered, ruined.
I don't think we have any worries that he'll make any public announcements about psychic activities in his jurisdiction.
He'll be back next weekend, she said.
He'll make a good warrior, one I can train to kill a couple pain in the asses I can't get rid of otherwise.
He'll never, ever let you down, but he's not the warm, fuzzy type who will hug you when you're down, either.
You think he'll pull it off?
When my father gets here, he'll kill you both!
He'll follow us, won't he?
"If he survived as a human, he'll survive this," Darian seconded.
Do as I say, and he'll be your reward, an eternity with him.
"He seems to have had a hard time of it," said another; "I wonder where he'll put up for the night."
Wait till he rests a while, and then he'll be in a better humor.
That's Roman wormwood--that's pigweed--that's sorrel--that's piper-grass--have at him, chop him up, turn his roots upward to the sun, don't let him have a fibre in the shade, if you do he'll turn himself t' other side up and be as green as a leek in two days.
He'll be killed, said this more sensible man.
You'll startle him and then he'll be killed.
"If he is one of the ordinary little staff dandies sent to earn a medal he can get his reward just as well in the rearguard, but if he wishes to stay with me, let him... he'll be of use here if he's a brave officer," thought Bagration.
Perhaps he'll take pity on me someday, when it comes to cutting off a leg or an arm for me.