Our dog buries its bones in the garden.

Our dog buries bones in the garden.

Our dog buries bones in the yard.

He looks down and he sees his reflection in the water.

All I've got left is my bones.

Every family has a skeleton in the closet.

The explorers discovered a skeleton in the cave.

Alas, no long sleep in ancient halls of stone for a son of the House of Aranarth!

It's homemade.

I'd like to invite you to close your eyes.

And he doesn't know pr oper behavior.

I live here.

Homemade, mostly.

I have a good eye for the value of antiques.

Help me get your family to Sara,

You act like a confident man, Mr. Purvis.

A broken femur, 26.

I have a broken hand

I'd broken my neck and my back in six places.

The wrist and thumb.

Backbone

Bones!

Bones.

Saw.

Skeletons...

1928. that's good.

We went from one percent to 90 percent of the speed of sound.

And she has the boy. Shut up!

Smart. Confident.

I was always what I lived in.

Yeah. It's just, it's not gonna work.

just proximal to the third metacarpal base the ulna styloid the triangular fibrocartilage complex along the metacarpals and the fingers.

I fainted from exhaustion.

Aging

He built the house for himself.

I hated my life, my house, my family...

It told us about hormone replacement therapy.

Cracked the bone.

Metacarpals?

And your clavicles.

However, the other individuals are represented by these blue slides, which show tooth and bone samples that were matched to DNA evidence collected from family members to prove they were the identities of those individuals.

But no friendly Indian concerned himself about me nor needed he, for the master of the house was at home.

So right now, they're just whatever.

I've got a jet standing by at Choteau.

I built myself a house.