Yeah, that happened to me on stage.

The printer had a paper jam.

It is a dead end, all right?

No more moves possible!

You jammed?

But you have to understand.

Now the second one, and it passes as well.

I mean the bakeolite balloon.

Well then, report...

When you want less, it's because it's about work.

It's over. I'm screwed.

Oh, God.

Now comes the day of the walk.

I was gasping for air.

You're strangling me!

And the new cartridges cut down on jamming.

That's it, isn't it? We're trapped.

I hate yelling.

I've lost my filling.

I've lost a filling.

My nose is stuffed up.

A dead end.

I was told my tear duct was blocked.

of all hope and desire,

I feel ill at ease in her company.

It's a great source of stem cells.

I want to make it very clear right now.

Once in a lecture, he was giving a class, he got stuck trying to calculate 7 x 9.

So we got a situation here.

I'm stuck here.

He's blocked the whole pipe.

One choked his little self and then were nine.

The budget was cut to the bone.

Dispenser 172 chicken soup nozzle clogged.

Thank you. I just had it stuffed.

I never felt at ease in my father's company.

As it came down to one Boa has the mouse trapped on a branch with no way out.

Fill the measure tightly!

Thought you might need a breather.

Strong smell of gasoline.

And finally this is really the worst thing arguments don't seem to get us anywhere they're dead ends.

Something is stuck in the pipe.

We believe in fairy tales

For nearly two decades now, the news has been bad and the images have been haunting.

In April 2004, my weapon system, the M82 A3, was fully loaded