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

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

Cramps.

He got a cramp... and drowned.

I almost died.

The minister's arrived and Henri's taken with cramps.

Maybe he stumbled. Fell in the water and got a cramp.

She dove in the pool. And when she hit the water, the wine hit her.

Don't. You can get a cramp.

It chose a hell of a time to get a cramp.

I had a kink in my side, but it's gone now.

And you get the cramp A little ways from me

I got a cramp halfway across. I thought I was done for.

But when the cramp caught him and he went under, I thought, if he never came up again,

I've got a kink in my neck. Dotted Swiss would be nice for the curtains.

The twisted metal.

I myself, lost in thought, looked at the scorched metal.

It's just steel and timber.

But she says she hasn't received them yet.

Tom was all worn out.

I'm completely exhausted.

Stebbins makes me sick. They all make me sick.

She's worn out.

They're such a nuisance.

Tom worked all day and was completely worn out.

I know his type. He's a hardhead.

I had to buy pencils. Rubber bands, too.

Therefore the children of Israel don't eat the sinew of the hip, which is on the hollow of the thigh, to this day, because he touched the hollow of Jacob's thigh in the sinew of the hip.

Therefore the children of Israel don't eat the sinew of the hip, which is on the hollow of the thigh, to this day, because he touched the hollow of Jacob's thigh in the sinew of the hip.

Therefore the children of Israel eat not of the sinew which shrank, which is upon the hollow of the thigh, unto this day because he touched the hollow of Jacob's thigh in the sinew that shrank.

Therefore the children of Israel eat not of the sinew which shrank, which is upon the hollow of the thigh, unto this day because he touched the hollow of Jacob's thigh in the sinew that shrank.

Melanie picks up another lamb, puts it on the post, band goes on the tail, band goes on the scrotum.

Wonderful. My brain's beginning to churn already.

Have you changed your mind yet?

There's no gluten in flour. There's only the potential for gluten.

It really is a headache.

If you say so.

Hamstrung? How marvellous!

I wonder whether you're tired, burnt out.

So, you know, it puts the teacher into a tough bind, you have to think.

Till he wasn't handsome anymore, until he was dead, finished!

You may as well stop smoking. You're blowing like a steam engine.

Trouble.

And the herbals, the botanical books of up to the late Middle Ages, the Renaissance are filled with prescriptions for causing convulsions to shake the evil spirits out.

If you were wiser, you'd have done it yourself long ago.