She has her pride and doesn't like a nobody offending her.

She has everything she could want.

She's the third generation of Americans that hasn't grown up within a food environment where they've been taught to cook at home or in school, or her mom, or her mom's mom.

Did she tell you that I found her with one of her friends?

He thought he had some sort of ownership over you.

She lost all of her things... money, bread... so I had to...

She has a mind of her own... but I'll get her down there.

She's funny. I like her.

I like her. She has spirit.

She's alive. Thesnake'sdead.

Anyway, I'll need to meet her, and her relatives... ..her doctor, whoever has been around her since her child's death.

And no one has seen her since.

If I had her money, I'd be richer than she is.

I didn't go with her! I didn't kill her!

She had her tralala Her petite tralala

She doesn't collect. She takes what she finds.

She's partially blind, her husband can't work, she's got seven kids.

She uses smart boards, she blogs, she Tweets, she does Facebook, she does all this sort of high tech stuff.

She complained of feeling chilly.

If she did wash the glass... it's because she knew he killed him.

But she had that key and she had access to some other things.

Who said you can't live with them and without them?

After she got it, She was happy to report that she has discovered that he possessed a double who was rich, virile, handsome and aristocratic.

With all her merits she was not proud.

She's not prettier than her mother.

She didn't tell me her secret.

She finds it a little distasteful.

She never mentioned she had a sister.

She claimed somebody tried to murder her.

She's young, she'll be rich and she'Il be happy.

She said only you could help her.

She got a problem, so she got drunk.

The very thought made her happy.

But I don't think she is. She's got some...

Once she wanted us to commit suicide together.

No, I bet she didn't, but she was!

She knew everyone that mattered. Everyone loved her.

Sometimes I'd think I should take her home with me, bathe her, comfort her, dress her.

And she was sitting there surrounded by books, and her most interesting possession she felt at that moment was her will, which she had by her side.

Once she took me to her room and I told her all about the supernatural nature of Mozart.

Before she went to her cash drawer did you hear this man say something?

She has her hysteria. I have my Catholicism.

Her graciousness, her kindness, her many charities.

She had bruises on her arms and... she showed me her neck.

She says she's trapped in a metro station and someone's trying to kill her.