The towels are dirty.

The plate is dirty.

The plates are dirty.

Your soul is black, stained with the blood of the innocent.

And then God says, Pick it up.

All right, I'll pick up the chip.

The towels in the bathroom are dirty.

But it's soiled.

I'm weary of waiting. I'm going to grab a taxi.

And we know for sure when the Minister of National Security is speaking about crime, he's not talking about corruption either.

Wait for the light to stop the traffic. Then, collect your cracked nut in safety.

Exactly what I'm thinking, boss.

Stop that. My hands are dirty.

I've got such a bad case of dust contamination...

I would leave it in an envelope on the subway.

Filthy. Absolutely filthy.

Everything else is dirty

Sebastian just bought a new book.

We'll need to be able to scrape all this and properly understand how it's laid out to render our final image.

Pollution can be controlled.

And if you saw the movie, you know, he throws it down and it becomes a snake.

Well, absolutely not.

So I'm gonna pick him up and take him home, okay?

Your feet are dirty.

I love these slacks.

Mmy dog brought it to me.

Something must be wrong with you. What kind of freshman is that busy?

He just found it.

Pick this up, please.

Is that the mean yellow dog?

Let's hope he won't pee again.

They pour huge amounts of pollutants into the ocean.

I'll get it, ma'am.

But instead, I go out and I find things.

Just the stick. Just the stick.

Dirty. In dirty clothes.

I found this in the hallway.

I've only been at Angellotti a year now...

I don't see the ball boy today.

I'm soaking my skirt.

This table is clean.

Where can I get a taxi?

You coming pick me up. Well, I can't come now.

we need to get it!

You need to hurry up.