Put it on your shirt, it ruins the shirt.

Hold your shirt.

You'd never wash your shirts and collars.

You're wearing a shirt.

Get his shirt.

Make some shirts for the boy.

though.

The white suits!

Them in their white suits.

Must I take my shirt off?

Two pairs of shorts... three shirts... two dress shirts... and two sheets.

Your shirt button is coming off.

The end? The end of the war.

After the shirt's finished, it should be just about everything.

One of them in the white suits. Shut up, Marnie!

I haven't got a shirt or a mink coat either!

A hanger.

Three shirts, 4.50. Total, 39.60.

With hangers.

And that was done with a particle from my shirt.

Mary bought a skirt and a blouse.

This is a textile where they're doing shirts Youngor, the biggest shirt factory and clothing factory in China.

Hangers haven't got what you've got.

A hanger. Oh, yes.

Of molten pitch shall be their garments, their faces covered with flames,

But this one was made out of a nylon tag out of my shirt.

Their cloaks will be of pitch and fire will cover their faces.

of pitch their shirts, their faces enveloped by the Fire,

Their trouser hell be of pitch, and the Fire shall cover their faces.

Their garments will be of pitch, and fire will cover their faces.

Their garments made of tar, and the Fire covering their faces.

their garments shall be black as if made out of pitch, and flames of the Fire shall cover their faces

Their raiment of pitch, and the Fire covering their faces,

their garments made of pitch, and the Fire covering their faces,

their garments shall be of melted tar, and their faces enveloped by the Fire.

Their garments of liquid pitch and their faces covered by the Fire.

with garments of pitch and faces covered by fire.

Their shirts made of pitch and the fire covering their faces

their garments shall be of pitch and the fire shall envelop their faces.

Their garments of liquid pitch, and their faces covered with Fire

He's telling the truth about one shirt, but I haven't seen the Bible.

I took him to the best tailor. It's Don Calogero who lacks style.

It's your army serial number.

I'm talking about a white shirt, a shirt without a spot, without any holes... that won't fall apart when you unbutton your coat.

Show them on hangers.