Cut your throats next time.

Careful you don't swallow that pin.

I can't swallow these tablets without a drink of water.

Next time you steal a horse, make sure there's a canteen.

Chew them up and don't spit them out. Swallow them.

(whimpers)

Stop inhaling your food. You should eat a little slower.

Why can I not swallow my sinful saliva?

How long will you not look away from me, nor leave me alone until I swallow down my spittle?

How long will you not look away from me, nor leave me alone until I swallow down my spittle?

How long wilt thou not depart from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?

How long wilt thou not depart from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?

I has told you and told you that you can always tell a lady... by the way she eats with folks.

At the throat, jab.

At the throat, Gripweed!

At the throat, point in!

At the throat, jab!

He's about to die and you leave me here alone!

And then a second one. And a beer to wet your drywhistle.

The individual pills may be bitter to swallow, but the dose in this case is ineffective unless we swallow them all.

If I catch you without it again, I'll ram it down your throat.

It's not something you smell or inhale it's something you ingest.

They were almost impossible to swallow.

No weeping, no whimpering.

Talking of throats, my wife.

This is the layer which actually touches the food you are swallowing and you digest, which is actually the lumen.

I couldn't. I had laryngitis too.

Now, I'll just wait for her last breath.

And I am not entertained by this little ballerina's snide insinuations... that I am a notalent hoofer.

Bruises on her throat, shoulders and arms.

They come and kneel at my bed and sob.

Your mouth like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips of those who are asleep.

Your mouth like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips of those who are asleep.

And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.

And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.

Food should be chewed before being swallowed.

I didn't want to be in too big a rush to put on the feed bag.

There were definite finger marks on her gullet.

You're always ready when there's something to gorge on.

for martyrdom, whining like bitches.

Don't look at the wine when it is red, when it sparkles in the cup, when it goes down smoothly.

Don't look at the wine when it is red, when it sparkles in the cup, when it goes down smoothly.

Look not thou upon the wine when it is red, when it giveth his colour in the cup, when it moveth itself aright.

Look not thou upon the wine when it is red, when it giveth his colour in the cup, when it moveth itself aright.

If this is food for thought, I am interested not in what you would savour but in what you can swallow. The questions are