Hawk.

Skeeter Hawk

Hey, Hawk.

Morning, Hawk.

You catch that, Hawk?

Speak to me, Hawk.

The hawk has piercing eyes.

This is the Kniphausen Hawk.

A kind of faux marble or kind of trompe I'oeil.

And faux nostalgia works even in serious subjects like war.

An arrow passed through the hawk.

Mr Hawk is a kind gentleman.

Mr. Hawk is a kind gentleman.

Jerry, Hawk, Tank. Send us up.

I haven't talked to Hawk yet.

The Hawk. I've heard of you.

Hawk and I are going out.

The hawk circled round in the sky.

Frank, hi. I was looking for Hawk.

I'm not going up. Not without Hawk.

Roger, Hawk, we have a visual here.

Dead center. Good driving up there, Hawk.

The bird was half the size of a hawk.

Hawk must've gone into orbit when you told him.

All right, let it go. Let her go, Hawk.

Here I've written it as kind of faux Python. You can't actually run this.

I haven't talked to Hawk in a long time, Jerry.

Hawk was able to launch the warheads into outer space.

This whole time I thought it was about your friend Hawk!

I can get it if Hawk can get us in there.

' All the same, one is responsible. He watched me like a hawk.

Faux nostalgia, which I'm sort of not, say, famous for, but I work an awful lot in it.

The plant gets something, and the hawk moth spreads the pollen somewhere else.

While Hawk gets his foot out of his mouth, I'll introduce Tank Sullivan.

The only pilots alive who'd even think about it are Roger and Hawk.

I have the eyes of a hawk and the ears of a fox.

I'll teach Ethan what he needs to know. I don't go if Hawk doesn't.

Fact is, there's a general rule if you don't like it, it's fake if you do like it, it's faux.

With no Roger and no Hawk, Frank you'll have to pilot this bird by yourself.

Sometimes that symbiosis has led to wonderful adaptations the hummingbird hawk moth is beautiful in its adaptation.

We're working on projects now even wing flapping things the size of hawk moths DARPA contracts, working with Caltech, UCLA.

Now, retrofits are often accused of being examples of faux downtowns and instant urbanism, and not without reason you don't get much more phony than an Astroturf town green.

Only these days to stay in business you got to be a hawk. Otherwise they rob the shirt right off your back.

One of the rummy things about Jeeves is that, unless you watch like a hawk, you very seldom see him come into a room.

I painted this before we started in on making robotic versions of hawk moths and cockroaches, and now I'm beginning to wonder seriously was this more of a forecast than I wanted?