We've got a meeting at two and it's almost one-thirty now.
In one sense, it's a peaceful world: The bully insists on the lunch money of the small kid, who has no recourse but to capitulate.
Choose what you will; it's all the same.
Why is it good when you adopt a baby that isn't yours, but bad if it's yours and you don't give birth to it?
He says it's only a few miles away and we'll be right back.
Yeah, I think it's more like a miniature rodeo.
"Yes; but it's lots of fun, if it IS strange," remarked the small voice of the kitten, and Dorothy turned to find her pet walking in the air a foot or so away from the edge of the roof.
Why, it's Oz, the Wonderful Wizard, come back again!
"Maybe it's even nicer inside," She said with a forced smile.
"Oh, it's only some old robins!" said the second lawyer, whose name was Hardin.
The fishermen talked in low tones with one another for a little while, and then one said, It's a bargain.
We had a glorious thunder-tempest last night, and it's much cooler to-day.
I guess it's just something different - something we aren't used to yet.
Oh no; it's just Eureka, my kitten.
"Well, you know," said the sharp-nosed man they called Jackdaw in a squeaky and unsteady voice, raising himself at the other side of the fire, "a plump man gets thin, but for a thin one it's death.
It's not true... it's not true...
Sometimes, but it's a long way to a restaurant and a lot of hassle to go.
But don't let us worry over such things, Zeb; we can't help ourselves just now, you know, and I've always been told it's foolish to borrow trouble.
I heard they had the airport cleared for flights now that it's stopped snowing.
I hope it's not that unpleasant.
Come. It's time for you to join the others.
I'd like to, but if it's too much trouble...
If he treats me differently than others, I'm sure it's because we are married.
But I think it's important that we're both aware of what's going on, don't you?
This morning I turned them all out and now look, it's full again.
Princess, it's God's will!
Yes, it's all very well for you.
"I'll bet it's because they ate that peach!" cried the kitten.
"Why, it's a dragon!" he exclaimed.
"Let me alone; it's not true!" she cried angrily to him.
You see, brothers, I know it's hard for you, but it can't be helped!
"None of us has had breakfast," said the boy; "and in a time of danger like this it's foolish to talk about eating."
"I can't see that it's wrong," remarked Jim, in his gruff tones.
Now it's your turn.
But in some ways, it's like antique furniture.
Yes, it's a nice purse.
"Well, it's a bargain," said the boy; and he gave the whistle to Benjamin, and took the pennies.
"There, it's just as I thought," said Rostov to himself.
"I know," interrupted Bilibin, "you're thinking it's very easy to take marshals, sitting on a sofa by the fire!
Don't you see it's a woman? said Prince Andrew riding up to the officer.
"Yes, I heard," said he sympathetically, and after a short pause added: "Yes, it's Scythian warfare.
"It's getting light, it's really getting light!" he exclaimed.
"Yes; it's a good way off, but I can see it," she replied.
Only it's not set to music.
See what it's doing now.
Go away, all of you; it's not true!
I guess it does sound dull when I talk about it, but it's never dull to me, and Alex seems to be happy with things.
Plus, it's all about to speed way, way up.
You do realize that if it's a girl, we're going to be unevenly matched.
"They are from the Island of Teenty-Weent," said the Wizard, "where everything is small because it's a small island.
"It is when it's not alive," acknowledged the girl.
I could not have done it myself, I should not have had the courage, but it's splendid.
"Yes, it's from Julie," replied the princess with a timid glance and a timid smile.
You worked like wegular bwicks and it's nasty work!
No, you know it's too soon for news.
I don't think it's that.
"I often think, though, perhaps it's a sin," said the princess, "that here lives Count Cyril Vladimirovich Bezukhov so rich, all alone... that tremendous fortune... and what is his life worth?
But this one is too light, it's not becoming!
Perhaps it's his brat that the fellow is looking for.
"No, it's not possible!" he cried aloud.
"But it's all the same now," Pierre could not help saying.
Our luck is like water in a dragnet: you pull at it and it bulges, but when you've drawn it out it's empty!
No, it's not that, but worse.
"Yes, they say it's burned," he said.
I suppose it's very interesting.
Say it's only indigestion, say so, Mary!
I know I am not worthy of her, I know it's impossible to speak of it now.
Maybe she thinks it's a miss-match for you.
In other words, it's none of my business.
Boston is great but it's incredibly busy all the time.
But it's at least a two hour drive to Boston.
There's so many, it's hard to say!
Besides, it's her word against mine.
I suppose it's an offer on the mine.
What makes you think it's the same Josh?
It ain't like it's the first time.
I don't know what it is, but it's important.
"No, it's not," he agreed.
You think it's a message?
I don't think it's wise at all.
"Yeah. But, it's done," Rhyn hurried on.
But it's possible, right?
I don't believe it's possible.
But it's not of your making.
I like the way it's all arranged.
No, no, it's a really good story.
It says it's an island off the coast of Ireland.
I bet it's nice.
And it's a horse you'll thank me for.
No, it's a sprain.
Prince Vasili mimicked the sobbing of Sergey Kuzmich and at the same time his eyes glanced toward his daughter, and while he laughed the expression on his face clearly said: "Yes... it's getting on, it will all be settled today."
It is good because it's definite and one is rid of the old tormenting doubt.
"It is too late now, it's done; besides I love her," thought Pierre.
"Let her marry, it's all the same to me!" he screamed in the same piercing tone as when parting from his son.
But then, she admitted to loving him at one time, so it's not hard to believe she still felt something for him.
And it's about time.
But it's not all the same to us!
No, on my word it's not obstinacy!
"Well, it's as you like," said the staff captain.
Oh, but it's so...
Why, it's a great deal for Uncle Hugson, but not for me.
Let people think what they will of me, it's really all the same to me when my son's fate is at stake.
But I guess if we have, it's no worse than having a child out of wedlock.
He's been clear enough about that, and yet it's being pushed on him.
It's wandering around in circles and it's not at all afraid of us.
"I think it's rabid," he said as he pealed his gloves off.
He's always been secretive, and whenever I ask him, he just tells me it's something I don't want to be involved in.
Good. It's about time you started thinking defensively.
Maybe it was good for them - I don't know, but I don't think it's going to be good for you - or Alex.
She tells you and it's automatically fact.
I think it's highly likely - especially given the circumstances.
I don't think it's a gender-based decision - not at this point, anyway.
Maybe it's something a person understands better when he becomes a father.
"Tell me it's not true," she heard her emotionless voice saying to no one in particular.
I just think it's time I stopped leaning on everyone.
No, I... it's just that I've imposed on you so much already.
I'm sure you feel guilty, but it's fortunate that you weren't with them.
Of course - it's too soon.
Geez. Looks like it's been hit by a locomotive.
No, it's no one my family knew but I think the change will be good for me.
His mother lives there with him, so it's not like we'd be all alone out there.
Well, it's good that you're getting to be yourself again.
I don't want you to give that number to anyone unless it's an emergency, you understand?
Now it's time for her to relax.
"For what it's worth," she began, "I didn't invite him, but...
I'm sorry I was rude to you, and I know it's not your fault you look so good in that suit.
Why do I get the feeling it's the bears that should be concerned?
I expect you to repay me once it's sold.
I don't think it's broken.
I stay here at the house where it's safe.
But just remember, it's the country that I'm interested in exploring.
By the time you count the hills, hollows and turns, it's closer to ten.
I just don't think it's a good idea for us to be out here alone.
I know the score and it's my choice.
Not until next month – and it's 26.
I can't believe that it's healthy to push them from your mind altogether.
Come on, I think you've seen enough to convince yourself that I have a valid point when I say it's dangerous to wander in the woods.
I think it's something about my body chemistry that they don't like.
From now on, I think it's best you stay around the house.
I don't know what he's doing, but I think it's something illegal.
I'm not sure, but I think it's going to be fun finding out.
There is one thing I still don't understand – it's out of character.
She knows men are attracted to her beauty, but she doesn't realize it's merely what gets them to her door.
I guess it's true.
I think it's kind of sweet, don't you?
I think it's only natural.
Company. It's a long trip.
Anyway, if it's company you want, why not take Julia or Rachel?
Financially, they think it's a sound move to have four people share the rent.
Dad thinks it's a real coo, but Mom doesn't much care for the idea.
Oh, it's all right.
But then, if you think it's not safe...
Don't you think it's a little soon?
Well, it's only been a few weeks since we confessed.
It'll make things tough, but it's only a few months.
Some people get to the top of the ladder, only to find that it's leaning against the wrong wall?
I'm trying to say that it's all right to switch boats if that's what you really want.
If it's that important to you, I'll find some one to take care of the ranch.
I love you and it's been miserable without you.
Well, it's getting late.
From this angle, it's hard to tell you from the mules.
I'm sure it's nothing serious.
If there's one thing I don't need, it's a man telling me how to run my life.
As far as I'm concerned, it's yours.
On the other hand, maybe it's a good way to avoid trouble.
There again, it's hard to say whether they die from natural causes or attacks by predators.
Sometimes. Anyway, it's the paneling that makes the room so dark, not the curtains over the windows.
If there was anything going on in this house, it's not like your rooming upstairs would make it look any different.
It's just that... well; it's not your responsibility.
If it doesn't work, it's my problem.
Yes. It's all on the table.
And it's none of my business.
Oh, you have it fixed up nice, but don't you think it's a monstrosity?
Who are we to suggest that it's wrong?
Every year I come out here and try to convince him to get with the times, but it's to no avail.
If he hasn't been with a woman, it's probably because he's had other ways of...
Yes. It's a beautiful ranch.
I'd better get this stuff back into the house before it's crawling with ants.
I should have thought about it before, but it's never too late to stop doing something you know is wrong.
If it's that important to you, I guess we could try a few guests.
If you want me to leave you alone, it's done.
A short pause, then: Of course, it's your decision.
Sometimes I do, but most of the time it's simply impractical.
I think it's wonderful that you have preserved an old way of life.
I was hoping I was simply a few weeks late, but it's been over three now and then this started.
Otherwise, it's just as well we never see each other again.
I think it's about time to move him from his cradle to his crib.
Only it's a different kind of love; not the sex kind.
After all you've gone through, it's a shame you can't even get a decent night's sleep.
I'm the guy with no past and I have this... earlier vision and it's not even my memory.
Howie, I'm sorry if this vision was disturbing, but it's really interesting.
If you think it's capable of something world shattering, you're mistaken.
Maybe it's just the room itself.
I don't confess to understanding what happened but it's fascinating.
I sorely wish I could keep them longer but on the road, it's difficult.
Perhaps it's enough to put me to sleep.
Maybe it's the room.
Sensing my reaction she added, It's sort of what I do in my job; research things.
Whatever happens, it's not going beyond the five of us.
Now it's a ghost town.
It's too bad he's convinced it's your tests that cause the visions.
He knows what settings control each but it's far from exact.
This business is so incredible it's wrecking me.
It's Howie's mind so it's his choice.
"After tomorrow, it's back to the drawing board," Quinn said.
Just think if it's successful.
Betsy screamed, It's like if The Lord Jesus was standing here, writing a mother's day card to the Virgin Mary, you'd be sitting around on your asses discussing if it was really the month of May!
I want to help before it's too late, like with the little boy.
I have this gift I never asked for but it's like I have an obligation to utilize it.
And recognize we have a life, even if it's only by necessity; the bills keep coming and I get hungry once in a while.
It's Howie's head so it's his choice but the machines, are mine exclusively.
If we can show them it's in their best interests to work with us and let us keep our privacy we're far better off.
I'll tell you; it's been years and millions of bucks.
If any of this gets out, no more tips; it's finished.
You can play dumb because it's the truth.
These Carolina country fools never lock their doors making it so easy it's scarcely a challenge.
That isn't creating anything; it's just redistributing what already exists.
If he isn't blowing smoke, it's a world-class opportunity.
I'd say it's time to speak our minds.
Frankly, it's a pain in the ass with five people using one bathroom.
"Even if it's not," I added, "it's only speculation.
The local police think it's tied into the kidnapping he 'solved'.
I think it's worth publicizing it, especially if the license plate turns out to be stolen and we have nothing.
It isn't fool proof, but I'm comfortable it's secure.
We can always tell each other later if it's to our advantage to do so, but we can't just 'forget' once we know it.
To answer your question, no, I didn't go there; it's the final present from a gone-forever boyfriend.
I still think it's a crime you lost so much time out of your life.
I love my wheeled wonder, my palace on wheels, but it's unique and easily remembered.
Seeking mental help was a logical decision and I think it's working out well.
Let's just pray it's a passing romance.
I've fixed you up as secure as I can so let's hope it's tight enough.
They'll follow up on the girl's story even though you and I know it's bogus.
Well, I guess it's alright but I really don't know much.
Sort of, but it's not a 'him'.
I think it's a woman.
The actual tip sounds like someone is reading it and it's always worded in the same format.
Once in a while, I'm off duty and a call comes to someone else but I think the tipster person maybe knows my hours, 'cause it's rare another girl has to answer.
The system drops the last two digits of the number so it's never even received at the call center.
She thinks it's great I've found someone in my life.
He says it's urgent!
I'm sure it's your Delaware-Alabama guy, the one who murdered the fake psychic Youngblood in California.
The details are just now being posted but the murder occurred so long ago, I think it's outside your window.
Perhaps it's time to send him down the wrong trail.
I'll tell you; it's horrible!
Perhaps it's not so pristine, like most of this tired city.
I'll tell you if it's on or off the record.
We're working on her self-confidence but it's still better than her mother's.
I wouldn't ask but I think it's in your best interest to do so.
"At least we know it's the same guy," I said, "for whatever that's worth."
Betsy, it's not over by a long shot.
I feel terrible I slipped up and they traced the phone call but it's not the end of the world.
Julie, it's after eleven.
The problem isn't your staying her; it's this whole clandestine meeting.
With Molly, it's not easy to get a babysitter.
Yes. It's enough for me, and Molly.
With Howie, it's different.
He's much better now and it's not just the shrink he's seeing.
Whatever happens, it's us together and we'll make it.
Let's get started; it's going to be a busy day.
Technically, it's Swami Associate but I won't quibble.
I've got friends, who get me stuff every ones in a while but it's not always easy.
Then it's a done deal with Julie?
Come on sweetheart, it's you and me now.
Just pretend it's a really dry martini.
I know; I'm acting like a fool but it's been a bad day... week... month.
The only plus is it's near the hospital.
She's convinced it's someone looking for Howie.
With luck, he'll tell us if it's our man or some local hoods trashing Julie's place.
"Please don't tell me it's the same area where the attempted abduction took place," I said as I rolled back in my desk chair.
No, it's not over but it will be if you tell Quinn.
Do I think he'll find us from Julie's letter, one of maybe thousands; it's unlikely.
There's a great view up here but it's hazy.
If this monster is truly stalking us, it's worth the risk of being more forward with Mr. Brennan.
He's never spoken on the phone; it's only Julie's word and I'm sure she'd retract anything she said earlier.
You could say that, and it's a big fish.
I hope it's good news.
While she sounded relieved, there was a chill in the air like opening the door, expecting warm sunshine and forgetting it's December.
I mean; it's his mother.
Anyway, it's a mess and I'm damn glad it's over and we can come back.
The old man looks at Howie like puss on a pudding and Howie doesn't know why; it's really tense.
It would be so unfair to so many people if we quit, but God almighty, it's difficult and scary.
Ronnie doesn't know any of those people and he keeps saying I should step up to the plate, like it's the least I could do 'cause he already tolerates me like a bad case of hemorrhoids.
Sheep production, mining volumes, births, crop production, weather patterns... it's all public information reports and numbers.
Thanks. It's nice to be alive.
With that information and if he doesn't change his license plate, it's only a matter of time until we get him!
Problem is, it's a big state.
It's tough on these old cases, especially if it's considered solved.
She was frightened out of her wits, like the rest of us but it's not like her to just drop out of sight, unless Quinn talked her into it.
Betsy, it's after ten...
No. She addressed it to us and said she hates to do it but it's time to stop what we've all been working on for the last nine months.
Quinn feels that way too and they know deep down it's time to go into hiding.
No. It's just after last night, I'm still on edge.
I hate to ask, but it's really important.
The bottom line is; it's up to you, Howie.
Because it's your life, Howie, I wanted to say but didn't.
Though this town is delightful, it's against my principles to remain in one place for an extended duration.
No, it's not the same.
Now some really big names tell me to back off but it's my hen house where all you fox are playing.
The fact it's clandestine is vital.
That's all I can say; if you can't buy it, it's a waste of my time to try and sell it.
I know it's him; he was riding around on his electric bike.
I don't know who is paying for the room; it's God-awful expensive here.
"We don't know it's them," Howie cried, sounding anything but convinced.
They've taken Miss O'Malley into surgery so it's waiting time.
No; it's only on the rear.
But Higgins thinks it's a 1999 Ford Econoline cargo van.
So it's not possible?
When I think back, it's difficult to believe I found the strength to do so.
So it's not just you who can do this thing?
They have the equipment; once it's in your hands, you'll have the ability.
Yes, I realize it's very early but this is an emergency.
I think it's time we had a conversation.
Are you saying it's only you who are able to.
Now that it's light, the federal boys who are running this show are back to the drawing board.
Thanks. It's been a bit rough lately for both of us.
Fine. Look, it's late.
Maybe it's just a spy's paranoia.
Sorry, babe, but it's real.
At least, I hope it's not.
"I hope it's soon," she said, a look of longing crossing her face.
Maybe it's just because Dusty and Sofi can't cook.
"If he wants to have a relationship with her, it's his choice," she said with a shrug.
I know but … just so you know, it's not a relationship.
"Darian, it's okay," she said, smiling at him.
I mean, it's one thing to hurt yourself but to hurt someone else is just wrong!
"I don't believe it's possible," he said and then thought to himself, and because I'm not going to be alive too much longer.
"Don't think it's possible for me to leave, so whenever you're ready …" "You're calling me a chicken," he said.
But it's not the vamp-pig that's the most interesting part.
You'll know when it's time.
"Thanks. It's important," Sofi said.
He can't do it on his own, Dusty, and it's not because I'm being overprotective.
I can only heal them one by one, but Dusty, if I don't do it, then you'll kill everyone, and it's not fair when they're just innocent people.
For someone who needs more power, it's a very useful talent.
It's better for both of us, and it's the only real way I can protect you from him.
He said it's about Jule.
If more than one person knows something, it's not a secret.
"Play well together, or it's back to the kitchen with you, Charles," Damian warned.
Hot and cold mixed together and almost like it's raining inside me.
"Something tells me it's in your best interest to help me regain my power," Jule noted.
"It's not the only answer, but it's the most likely," Sofi replied.
You can pretend it's blood.
"No, it's not," she snapped.
I can explain in detail in person, but it's important I see you now.
"At least it's just IT," Jule responded, growing serious.
"Chill, Dusty, it's not that serious," Damian answered.
If there's one thing that drives Dustin crazy, it's being kept in the dark.
Death is the only definite, and so it's the first vision you see until you hone your skills.
"Sorry. I was thinking … it's stupid," she said.
Yes, and it's very relaxing.
"If you must be with a man, it's good that he's French," Claire said with a wink at Pierre.
But it's my fate.
Han says she's progressing pretty quickly, though since none of us know how to train her, it's hard to tell.
"And it's not mine," Damian responded.
"Damian …" "Whatever it is, it's okay," he said.
Relatively speaking, it's much safer inside.
Their war, it's been going on for thousands of years.
Just when I start to like you … you know, it's amazing even a man who's thousands of years old can act like a twelve-year-old.
It's not easy being the good guy, and it's a job not many people can do.
"Hon, it's as real as it gets," Linda assured her.
You'll have to make some sacrifices, but it's worth it.
You don't think it's crazy?
Maybe it's my hormones.
Guess it's my turn.
When I'm ready to destroy the world, you waltz in like it's nothing.
When it's just us, you run.
"Please, Traci, it's important," she begged.
If there's one thing I've learned about humans, it's that you can't control them.
"Beloved. It's used for sisters, mothers, and mates in our world," Jule answered.
Now that he's the boss down here, it's a dangerous combination.
If anyone can make him less … him, it's you.
Sometimes it's even a surprise to me.
No. It's just an example.
It's been going on for two weeks, and it's getting worse.
Is this your insurance plan where you don't follow through because it's not binding?
If she's here, it's because she's allowed to be here.
"But it's my fault," she said.
It's not guaranteed, but it's a shot, she said.
If you choose not to take it, it's your decision, not mine.
I know it's a high price.
Deidre, it's been lovely dealing with you.
You mean it's possessed?
There, it's been said.
"I think it's stupid, if you ask me," Joseph Dawkins said as he rose to leave.
It kinda sucks out there when it rains but most of the time it's a hoot.
But if there's more on your mind, maybe it's something we can help you with.
You have to decide if it's important enough to speak up.
A real live mystery, even if it's probably only a fender-bender auto case.
No, it's not nice.
But even when it's overcast, like today, you can get some interesting images; not so much close ups, but distance shots, with fog rolling down the valley and blankets of flowers shrouded in mist.
Now I'm afraid it's married life.
And because some little snot-nose has a vivid imagination, or thinks it's fun to tell whoppers, I'm supposed to go traipsing off in some god-forsaken mine on the taxpayer's expense on a treasure hunt?
Now, if you're acting sheriff or whatever the hell your position is, it's your damned job to follow through.
God, Randy, it's your final year!
But it's not as if I took advantage of Jen— it was a mistake.
You know it's not like that.
Sure, they made a dumb mistake, but it's not the end of the world.
This week it's the Catholic's turn.
Certainly. It's not as if they don't have a mutual interest in this business.
They say it's where he learned his baseball.
Sure, we can be practical and deep down we know it's all smoke but—God, it's fun to dream!
Why it's so important, I don't know.
"It's not fur—it's pulp and it's good for you," Dean answered.
"It always amazes me," Cynthia said with a sigh and a smile, "when we leave the pavement, it's an entirely different world.
I'm not smart enough to know for sure what it is but I do know it's a real bone—not plastic.
Yup. It's pretty messy.
"At least it's all downhill," Cynthia said.
"I suppose this means it's inappropriate to fill Fred in on what happened at the Lucky Pup," Cynthia mused as they climbed the steps to Bird Song.
We're not even sure it's human.
And it's not a body—only one small bone.
I'm going to find out if it's human.
She may be a first class bitch—but if there isn't a legal custody fight or the child isn't reported in danger or grossly neglected, it's none of our business.
You don't go fishing 'cause it's Friday and there's nothing for supper.
Seems it's been rented for years.
If I don't sound broken up over it, it's called honesty.
Even if he wasn't directly involved, it's a small high school and booze parties are probably common knowledge.
It's a little sordid and not undeserved, but I must say, it's plausible.
Or maybe it's just because daddy didn't ask their permission first.
From what I hear, it's not worth enough to go through all this hassle.
"It's just a Coke," Fitzgerald lied, adding, "if it's any of your business."
No, I think it's more.
Yeah, well, I suppose it's a little tough in the winter.
Well, I guess it's time I got back to town.
The sound echos out here so it's hard to tell.
It's private land, not national forest or park lands, and even though you or the Dawkinses own all this, it's not posted, except for the mine tunnel.
I guess this is how it's going to be—once you're sheriff.
It seems to me it's looking more likely they're not even involved in Martha's bones.
If it's one of them Dawkins, it might be considered jury tampering.
Doing research, mostly on-line with my computer and the library for a while, but it's closed until Monday.
That's not my concern and it's not why I'm here.
"Maybe it's the old detective coming out," he answered.
I can't prove it, but I think it's a real possibility.
You don't think it's some sort of set up, do you?
Sex is a whole different ball game when it's not my idea.
As angry as she is, I think it's a fair fight—her against Fitzgerald.
But if he planted a bottle in Billy's vehicle after the accident, it's his word against mine the alcohol wasn't there at the time of the accident.
I know that doesn't help much, but it's a mother-daughter thing and I don't think the kid is in any danger.
Perhaps it's best we never do know the truth.
If you're going to work for this woman, it's best we all know where we stand.
Um, it's … you know what, you can drink your tea and I'll make breakfast, Cora said, taking the eggs.