It's so stressful. Look!

My problem is I'm too nice.

Fieldstone Unit, operating out of Chonju.

A tattered flag which continues to flutter in the wind.

I wear my coat to rags.

Extirpate. Extinguish.. Whoo, you see that?

Rust ate away the iron bar.

He's a thief, isn't he?

You're a thief, aren't you?

You're thieves, aren't you?

She's a thief, isn't she?

They are thieves, aren't they?

I've worn out my shoes.

The building is rotten inside and out.

Hey, you fucking spilled it.

The Giants got clobbered yesterday.

Let's skip class.

Not with that motheaten coat.

What up with your car?

That's a fucking ripoff.

Goddamn son of a bitching shitass fucking trailer.

Vast, vivid landscapes are being gutted,

Clearly or darkly?

The thief ran away.

Take the Dimholt road.

Oi, Turn around, you lunatic

Wherever G. Stanley Lazer was going to teach then that's where I was going to be.

And it's at the scale of the night sky.

I was on a dozen machines that were keeping me alive.

Me being the mechanic type friend?

It's close to ten o'clock. It's about time we went to bed.

Not a stitch on him.

No, no, I'll get that. I got it.

The buds began to open.

The buds began to burst.

I don't know, I don't know. I don't know!

Remember that merrygoround that we saw today?

You like me, right?

I'm sorry to give you the rush act, darling, but I've got five student volunteers wired to a console and only two psych majors to run the show.

He had grown senile recently.

I am not the thief.

That isn't just any manky old boot.

The thief was bound hand and foot.

Yeah, that's right. The tuna's running again.

I bet you were the best kid in the neighborhood at hideandseek, huh?