Lie down. Stay lying down.

There, there, now.

You have a fever.

It can wait, can't it? You should rest and relax,

I won't. I can't sleep. What's the use?

Hello?

Yes, sir, she's inside lying' down, tryin' to get a little sleep.

Keep my word, he should stay buried.

God help the men who lie under that.

Katarina lay on her side looking and she held him from behind.

Lie still.

Lie still!

He came at me with a rock and the next thing I knew he was lying there.

Here lies Corporal Herbert Thomson... serial number 01 234567... valiant member of the King's own... or the Queen's own or something... who died of beriberi in the year of our Lord 1 943... for the greater glory of

Upstairs in bed.

Don't just lie there!

I believe she had a cold. Stayed in bed. A cold?

Just lying up to my neck in cold water.

Lie still, Alan.

She sees her baby naked, lying under some blue lights, looking kind of vulnerable.

Or back in the barnstorming days, sleeping under the wing of my old Jenny by a windmill that pumped sweet water out of a Kansas prairie.

Lie down, please.

Lie down.

You lie down.

Just lie down.

Stay down.

Now, I want you to lie down and rest. I'll see that you're not disturbed.

This is that part of the United States that lies beneath the sea.

Oh, look how it lies there.

Lying there, thinking about you.

I want to see the boss.

Lie down, please.

Please lie down.

Just lie down.

The boy lay listening to the radio.

You ought to be in bed, Sarah.

Hands lie so still in death.

Let me... Let me lie down.

Lie down, sweetheart.

I have to lie down for a moment.

Lie down, Jo.

Lie down. Go on.

Haha! Down, Lord.

Lie still.

Thank you.