Tom must buy a pair of shoes. His old ones are all worn out.

No hair, no eyelashes, no nothing.

Look at him. He's a little rag arm!

You look terrible.

These tattered clothes...

I ruined my life.

My spine was crushed.

The binding is fragile?

Looks like it was a rough trip.

You look like you're hanging in there by a thread.

The binding is fragile

Secretariat's got bone chips, bad ankles, bad knees.

You're the one who's gonna crack!

You kept your nasty, shredded clothes?

Stan's hurt. He's in pain.

Shoes. And more shoes.

Shoes. Shoes.

Smoking does damage your lungs.

It's in my left boot.

I have no staff it's all kind of made by hand these sort of broken hands.

And there are too many Italian shoes.

I used to go to pieces.

My beautiful love, my dear love, my torn heart

Should a pilgrim dress himself as a beggar even if he isn't?

Oh, please, please, don't. shoes?

Or Gemma's shoes.

Size eight feet.

She had the book with a torn cover under her arm.

Come on. This is our opportunity.

My grandmother wears a dress to rags.

This tells me nothing. I ended ruin you, nor scratch.

Two stockings are called a pair of stockings.

Are these Tom's shoes?

Those my shoes?

Are these Mr. Novello's shoes?

God, these are new boots.

The bottoms of your shoes...

Shoes.

William... your shoes.

My shoes!

His shoes.

Boots, black. Belt, black.

You have nothing.

Untie his lace. Take of his boot.

Your shoes are here. Where are mine?