My heart beats fast.

My heart beats so joyfully

And by eating so well and training so hard, my resting heart rate dropped to 38 beats per minute.

An honest heart still beats beneath.

Well, the heart beats, rhythmically, tirelessly, faithfully.

No wonder my heart beats. I'm mad about you.

My heart rate was 61 beats per minute my blood pressure, 127 over 74.

My heart beats as if it were trying to burst out of my chest.

Speaking of hearts... a truly great heart beats in the bosom... of Mr. Horace P. Bogardus.

And the heart rate just kept going up and up, all the way up to 150 beats.

My body is close to yours, your heart beats with mine, our bodies, our hearts are one.

Beats me.

Beats you?

Beats workin'.

Beats me.

Three beats?

Four beats?

Four beats.

Four beats.

Beats me.

Who Beats Corruption?

He beats me.

Beats me, Jim.

Beats elderly mother.

My book beats him and beats him, he keeps coming back for more.

Probably beats his mother.

Sometimes he beats us.

Sure beats me, Ethan...

Beats flying, doesn't it?

Lotta down beats in there.

Beats us by 3 months.

Nothing beats a good chateaubriand.

This beats National Socialism, Gripweed!

Then, ventricular fibrillation, the heart quivers instead of beats this is just before death of the pig and then the pig died it went flat line.

That little Frenchman beats them all.

That little Frenchman beats 'em all.

Beats me how you get that.

For health, nothing beats donkey milk.

Beats me. It was passed on.

How many beats in a measure?

He beats Mother and me too

How many beats did you count?

The rain beats against the window pane.

Beats me where you hide the stuff.

Oh, no, sir. This beats me, sir.