It's the one theory that the biologists ever really got right.

Some countries, such as Iran, are seeking these facilities, either secretly or with explanations that cannot withstand scrutiny.

Nearly eight bells, Scotty. Rise and shine, Ole.

I wish you'd remember to knock. Sorry, sir.

Raise the hammer... and... strike!

No, give her a knock.

More bang for a buck. Punch lines and glamour.

When I can stand it no more, I beat on the wall.

So meritocracy seems preferable, at least at first sight. But, on closer inspection, things are not so simple.

Beating, beating, beating, beating, beating!

I'll knock your two heads together.

Are you going to hit it or not, you good for nothing...

If we are to call the tyranny of assumptions into question, and avoid doxa, the realm of the unquestioned, then we must be willing to subject our own assumptions to debate and discussion.

Knock knock knock.

No, it is struck. Indeed?

Ah alright, alright!

Knocking and knocking!

Knock on the door.

Couldn't you knock, it's my room.

Stop that, will you?

And I knocked on the door.

And knocks on the door.

Sylvia I suppose you've been beating drums for the Salvation Army since 6 00.

No, no. I won't steal your money.

Someone is knocking on the door.

door knocks door knocks

Cram it in and break it out.

Please do not enter the room without knocking.

Please don't enter the room without knocking.

I'm sorry. I shouldn't have tried to pull that on you.

Maybe you don't like knocking on doors.

Isn't cracking skulls a crime?

So, I kept knocking.

Excuse my not knocking.

In fact, it had got to the point where I raised the gavel and was going to bring it down because there was complete silence, and I assumed that we had made it.

I would percuss the chest. I would listen to the heart.

He knocked on the closed door.

I will not bang the gavel yet.

And he came up to me and he knocked.

The music was beating, Johnny. Beating.

If you want anything, just bang on the wall.

When there were knocks on the door, the author opened, and police officers entered.

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

That's not consent, it's blackmail!

And a bill collector beating at the door