This is a strap.

I was told to do what they call a Mary Jane, and then I got into this terrible fight between the art director and the editor saying

I'm bothered since the strap of my backpack tore.

Shoes. And more shoes.

Shoes. Shoes.

Right here?

And you put on the T 10 parachute.

It's in my left boot.

And there are too many Italian shoes.

Oh, please, please, don't. shoes?

What's the row?

Or Gemma's shoes.

Size eight feet.

Two stockings are called a pair of stockings.

Are these Tom's shoes?

Those my shoes?

Are these Mr. Novello's shoes?

God, these are new boots.

The bottoms of your shoes...

Shoes.

William... your shoes.

My shoes!

His shoes.

Boots, black. Belt, black.

Untie his lace. Take of his boot.

Your shoes are here. Where are mine?

She's a... she has a high heel.. that's a high heel in her...

Our food, my shoes.

But typically you do typically it opens.

Shoes.

Bootstrap?

William. William, your lace.

Oh, shoes

Shoes.

Everyone else just called him Bootstrap .

I found a black shoes. A women shoes?

I am a humble Christmas present.

I see all the shoes I've worn, my mother's and other people I've met.

His shoes are brown.

Take off your right boot.

Oh, my shoe.

Where's my shoe?

Where's my damn shoe?

I speak as if...

These shoes are mine.