There is much sugar in this black box.

Is there much sugar in the jar?

She put much sugar in the coffee.

She put a lot of sugar in the coffee.

She put lots of sugar in the coffee.

She put lots of sugar in the coffee.

She splits the sandbag, the sand pours out.

Gold!

I was having a conversation with Steve Jurvetson, over downstairs by the escalators, and he was telling me that when Chris sent out that little box, one of the items in it was the hydrophobic sand the sand that doesn't get wet.

Our country produces a lot of sugar.

Coffee, please, with cream and sugar.

This lady is Masagokan's landlady, Yoko Someha.

How would I know that?

When it continues raining cats and dogs for a long while, laundrymen have a hard time doing their work.

Sandstorms are very, very dangerous.

If your coffee is too strong, add some sugar.

Canals have been built to irrigate the desert.

Once the door's open, start the hourglass.

The sandfire can still reach us.

Maybe some French toast and a little powdered sugar.

Out in the desert.

The beautiful thing is that it moves bodily.

Sand is overrated.

I became interested in sand about ten years ago when I first saw sand from Maui and in fact, this is a little bit of sand from Maui.

Some of those grains may then cement naturally into sandstone.

Maybe... a little bit of sugar?

Dusk fell over the desert.

As rocks and mountains die, grains of sand are born.

Put in a little more sugar.

I want three sugars in my milk.

Add a little sugar and cream.

And there is so much good that we can do.

But you know how India has a lot of dust in the streets, and the more dust you would have going up in the air, on the white paper you can almost see, but there is this sticky part

Time to hand over all that gold you picked up!

I got some sand in my eye.

In the desert.

Isn't it just like the Monkey King... to summon a boy to do a man's job?

There seem to be lots and lots of stars.

If you actually made the earth relative to these basketballs, these would be little grains of sand so if there are any little small planets over here they would have to be grains of sand in Kiev, Ukraine versus the grain of sand in London.

My response is a sandstone wall made from bacteria and solidified sand, stretching across the desert.

A great dust bowl had ravaged food supplies.

The green revolution never reached Africa.

We then pull the piles up through the dune and we're able to create almost any conceivable shape inside of the sand with the sand acting as a mold as we go up.

We are over the Deadly Desert, Jack.

Oscar, put the Sweet'N Low down... now!