Let me give you a piece of advice.

Don't quarrel with your bread and butter.

You want to talk about pain, this guy...

He's been compliant as hell.

I don't think you'll hear any complaints.

Bitter

Sorry!

He called.

You want to clear the air with someone... now's the time.

Your lies pain me.

It is said that the taste of love is bitter.

He rose stiffly in his seat. His face was eloquent of physical suffering.

You can't meddle in such affairs. I confided in you...

And so I said, Here's the thing, I'm struggling.

'A damnable long research,' said he, blowing the cork out, so to speak.

She could scarcely gasp the words.

You late pay anyway. You complain. I complain.

Good medicine tastes bitter, good advice is hard to listen to.

I express myself well in writing, as opposed to Fredrik.

logically, it's all on the same playing field to me.

Ah, the Suffering... the sweet suffering.

You shouldn't complain because you'll look ugly.

Tom complained about the exam.

One cannot have pain without pleasure, and one cannot have pleasure without pain.

Pain.

She had just fallen. The doctor said she didn't suffer.

You should treat her well.

I had a very hard time writing the paper.

We remember. We remember the sorrows of our persecution we remember the great travails of our dispersion.

She complained to the manager about the service.

And finally the building this is the model.

Oh, my heart!

Stop the pain.

Thank you, friends.

I'm gonna die!

Thank you, Officer.

You did good.

It hurts.

Welcome back.

Gentlemen.

Gentlemen.

So, finally, we will be able to create

I had difficulty in making him understand the message in English.

What do you think of my doublet? I asked.

And when I go to companies in England, they say,