People's minds are hard to read

It's laying dead on its belly.

You'll crack your ribs.

Look at her, with that great belly on her!

There's a rumble in my stomach.

And their little bellies stuck out like a pig bladder?

Tetsu! I'll put holes in their bellies!

Not if I have to move into an apartment across the way and do the Dance of the Seven Veils every hour.

Overcrediting sister's card, dad's card, buying all brand clothing, bags, and shoes...

He should've turned his cards over. Yeah.

I'll be there with a clean shirt and a hungry face.

I must turn everything out.

If you weren't a broad I'd kick you right in the stomach.

I can't tell you about them little fellas laying' in their tent... with their bellies swelled out and just skin over their bones... ashiverin'and awhinin'like pups.

Your empty bellies on the telly and now it's you that I'm fighting for.

I like it better than the german pinochle.

This is the closest to an Oriental bellydancing feast that you will ever get in Vienna.

I put my snorkel in my mouth, and I rolled over the side of the Zodiac into the water.

Zoe Five. LG Yeah I will reverse it face up here.

I believe I can deny the assertions of the outlaw Pisciotta.

But this is like trying to get fat by buying a larger belt. In the United States today, the belt is plenty big enough for the belly .It is not the quantity of money, but the volume of expenditure which is the operative factor.

I go in people's bags. I look in people's pockets, purses.

If I drop the card face up, like this, you reverse it. Zoe OK.

Hey, in the pancia.

Well my stomach it was my stomach I hated.

My head was cut open across the front, lifted back, exposing the skull underneath.

We'll walk. If we have to, we'll starve.

Well my stomach it was my stomach I hated.

Whiskers has a diarrhoeia Whiskers has a diarrhoeia

Pietro got too much in the pancia.

And once things are in a pile I can browse them by throwing them into a grid, or you know, flip through them like a book or I can lay them out like a deck of cards.

On the train home, she gave me a present a Coach brand change purse with brown leather trim.

His stomach!

In the belly.

Hungry.

Now, in the belly!

In the pancia!

In the belly?

And your stomach?

I have diarrhea.

I have a stomachache.

Make me something good, son.

Aren't you hungry?

Hungry.

He got hungry.