They're gone for good.
I suppose they're both a little artificial.
They're not going to kick us out.
I guess they're not as tame as they look.
You think they're in there?
The children; they're the important ones.
They're cold and flabby, like cabbages, in spite of their prettiness.
The ranchers around here say they can always count on him to help when they're in a bind.
Go over that way, they're there.
"They're always in love with someone," he thought of Sonya and Natasha.
Yes, I'd send them on in front, but no fear, they're crowding up behind.
They're looking into the break in at Julie's apartment and the abduction in Vermont.
I don't think they're with us any more.
"They're not going to throw you out," he insisted firmly.
They're led about just for show! remarked another.
"They're not identical twins," he answered.
They're lying on your bed.
"But what if they're wrong?" his mother asked.
I hear they're jumping into the boat up north.
Quite a few, and they're pulling in everyone from the east coast to Miami and Orlando.
They're all like that; one can't unmarry.
They're quite beside themselves; I have already told them...
Never mind; they'll get Eureka, whatever they're called.
Like wind over leaves ran an excited whisper: They're coming!
"If they're not there, call me back," Jackson said.
They're hot to get the motor home.
They're okay with your statements but they wanted to talk to your other pals, the LeBlancs.
"Ha, ha!" chuckled the old cab-horse; "they're not 'Gurgles,' little maid; they're Gargoyles."
"You have to ingest that stuff; not just sleep in a room where they're potted," he complained.
All those folks were going about their business and now they're dead.
They're after the fact.
"They're frightened," he said confidentially in a hoarse voice.
See what they're saying.
It's not easy with these guys; they're a level of government all to themselves.
Why, they're better than piglets--or even milk!
I don't disagree and God knows I have no more idea what's causing these visions but they're ruling his life right now.
You're convinced they're not real?
They're all several hours after the fact and come from an unusual viewpoint; not where there would naturally be someone observing.
Most of the bodies haven't been recovered but he likes to take his victims while they're sleeping.
They're beginning to take this business seriously, but what about this Rupert Youngblood character?
I know for a fact they've talked to the tip line people and didn't get very far but who knows if they're tapping the line.
They're useless without Quinn.
I think my wife, a friend and a young girl are shopping at your mall and I believe they're in danger!
They're uglier than the Gargoyles.
One can see at once that they're engaged....
If they're sent out and brought back again later on it will do no harm, but as things are now one can't answer for anything.
The lad with the turned-up sleeve gave the smith a blow in the face and cried wildly: "They're fighting us, lads!"
They've put two regiments as outposts, and they're having such a spree there, it's awful!
Some fellows do things just anyhow, without preparation, and then they're sorry for it afterwards.
"But they're a clean folk, lads," the first man went on; "he was white-- as white as birchbark--and some of them are such fine fellows, you might think they were nobles."
It's not one of the ones we've caught; they're in jail, for the most part.
Yes. They just got started but they're doing good work.
They're working on her.
Heat sensors haven't located any body heat unless they're below ground level.
They're at the safe house off Biscayne.
"Here it's tolerable," said he, "but with Bagration on the left flank they're getting it frightfully hot."
I told them what you said; they're like hiding out.
Eleven women jumped over their TVs to either adopt her or say they're mommy.
There they all seemed to be Poles--all under the Russian crown--but here they're all regular Germans.
"The devil only knows what they're about!" muttered Denisov.
We'd have to pay seven rubles a cartload to Dorogobuzh and I tell them they're not Christians to ask it!
"They're dying of hunger," said Dron.
"They're having such fun," said he, coming back.