And it doesn't require any sort of fitting clothes at all.

Soft, Soft, Tough, Soft.

When the Irish were comporting themselves in loincloths these chaps were the most sophisticated warriors on Earth.

Soft, Soft, Tough, Tough,

My back!

Palpate anatomic landmarks for tenderness.

Krueger, pussy!

My waist.

Sit down.

You're just a miserable coward.

I like what you're working with.

There's two of them, one on either side.

I am unarmed.

Too wimpy to show yourself, Krueger?

You don't have the guts...

It still hurts?

What you said to me just now?

I have a strained back.

I have a bad pain in my lower back.

She has a slender waist.

He ain't armed.

. She's the one who gambles, he just tagged along.

That's a cowardly thing. That's an empty thing.

And then this idiot, he takes a swing,

I have back problems.

Who's on the bench?

Well, it's a fact. Like her Ma.

These priests weren't armed.

Osteoblastoma is present in the posterior area of the lumbar.

Bunch a limp dick science majors.

The water came up to my waist.

How many do you have left?

They'll have a fit.

Well, why don't we just set up house here?

Persian cowards.

Ain't no need to be such a hardass.

My blanket.

Piella's purse.

The old man sat down.

She has a graceful carriage.

He seated himself beside her.

You chicken out again, you coward?

Perhaps a state official? Maybe a blue hat, gun, nightstick?

The water came up to his waist.

His bread is buttered on both sides.