Bootstrap?

Bootstrap!

Shoelace

Everyone else just called him Bootstrap .

My shoelaces came undone.

The shoelace came untied.

That is the child of Bootstrap Bill Turner.

Tie your shoe. Tie your shoe right now. Tie your shoe.

Tom can't tie his shoes.

My father was Bootstrap Bill Turner.

Tom can't tie his shoelaces by himself.

Tom can't tie his own shoes.

Tom can't tie his shoes by himself.

She laced her shoes.

Tom can't tie his shoelaces by himself.

And if you could get my eighthgrade schoolteacher on the phone...

It was you who sent Bootstrap to the depths!

Tom doesn't know how to tie his shoelaces.

Tom doesn't know how to tie his shoes.

Wait a second. My shoe is untied.

Old Bootstrap Bill, we knew him.

That child could barely manage to tie his shoes.

The first thing he did was to untie his shoelaces and take his shoes off.

I am a humble Christmas present.

It's the spitting image of old Bootstrap Bill come back to haunt us.

Or Gemma's shoes.

It's just that I need that shoe.

Shoes. And more shoes.

Shoes. Shoes.

Those my shoes?

If the alarm were sounded, you'd be in your stocking feet!

Both of them. And shoes, take his shoes.

Whose are these shoes?

He received a pair of shoes for nothing.

That's like a particle with no mass travelling at the speed of light.

Cheap dress, wrong shoes. I'm making bricks without straw.

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

Are my socks dry already?

Which shoes are you going to put on?

These shoes will last you two years.

And look at the shoes!

Trade, clothing, shoes, perfumes, whatever sells.

All right, sit on the table.

Nothing! I was just doing a flashback.

Shoes.