Who beat the alarm?

I will not bang the gavel yet.

Hit him on the head?

I hit him over the head with a milk bottle and knocked him silly.

Hit it against the rock, gently.

I'll pop 'em on the head, you do the skinning'.

I'll pop 'em off and you do the skinning'.

And hit him bang! on the forehead.

I gotta lay in firewood and the logs are ice cold.

Wood

Wood?

Wood!

Time to strike the rock.

Wood.

Wood?

It's wood.

I'll knock your two heads together.

All day long, beating in my head.

You know, breaking those damn rocks with a sledge hammer night and day.

And like, knock like a woodpecker on my door until I opened it up.

Wood floats.

A wooden bowl.

Hold on to them. Get up on that log.

Get up on the log.

He went for timber.

Uh... Wood to radio, I'm leavin' Compton's now.

Now an egg is not a stone. It is not made of wood.

And if I ever lay my eyes on you again I'll hammer on your monkey skull so it rings like a Chinese gong!

Break one over my head to see if I'm still awake. Huntley Haverstock.

You said she hit him on the head.

Wood burns easily.

Quick, some wood.

Let's get the wood in now.

He sure is on the tick.

It's about Sam Wood.

Shooting might look easy.

A little wooden boy.

A wooden boy!

Dull. No sense of humour.

Under the log.

There's something on that log over there!

Max, where's the wood?

Wood or wire?

It went on and on and on, beating in my brain.

Wood floats in water.