He has dark hair.

Some also suffer from dizziness, vomiting, fainting, partial paralysis, headaches and facial disfigurements.

My mind teems, jumbles of faces, voices, impressions, I live my life over, as though I were drowning.

I oughta belt him.

He was reportedly beaten with a club, subjected to the lastochka method, beaten on the soles of his feet and had a plastic bag put on his head.

The chorus continues Pump it out, pump it out, I'm feeding them babies, pump it out, pump it out, I'm milking my ladies.

You're young enough to start again.

We won't smoke a cigarette?

Oh, I don't smoke. I just want to make sure I don't start.

And that doesn't just work for me in terms of abstract numbers this overload of health information that we're inundated with.

And I smoke a pipe.

Cigarette break outside I don't smoke.

I don't smoke.

Here, have one of mine.

Okay, I won't.

I don't smoke.

It's... It's a cramp.

Smoke pipe. Good, good.

It became abstract.

lend me your pipe, wil you? ,

It's... It's a cramp!

She likes my smoking a pipe.

Give me the money from the cash...

I opened its drawers.

People go.

Do you want to smoke a cigarette?

I'm going for a smoke.

Give me a drag.

This one is for my desk drawer, and there is no desk drawer.

You all know what the likelihood is of pulling the ace of spades or of flipping a heads.

I should stop on account of my lungs, but I don't have the willpower.

I almost died.

May I have one of those?

No thanks, I really prefer a cigar.

Will you allow me to smoke, please?

I'm a cigar smoker myself.

I think I'll have me a cig.

Smoke two.

I don't smoke either. What a chicken!

Me, I smoke too much.

No, I'll smoke it later.

My mother's drawer.

No, thanks. I don't smoke.

And I'm not gonna smoke either.

And my smoke?