They're inflatable waders.

She's wearing tights.

You don't need waders to get into the boat.

Inflatable waders. They have a builtin lifepreserver.

I tested the inflatable waders this morning.

No. I gave it up with pantyhose they're both too binding.

These pants fit me well.

Just the lower part, the trousers.

I'll wear rompers and come in rolling a hoop, if you like.

Standing in the middle of the shop floor, she took a pair of knickers from the display, stripped off her own tights and pants and put them on.

Well, eight o'clock in the morning. Only this time, no boats and no trick waders.

I sent him to the store, which was my first mistake, and he went to buy underwear, and he bought the grippers, and he's supposed to buy the boxers.

He didn't have nothing, so they stole his pants.

I mean, they weren't really jeans, they were more kind of, like, leggings, but, like, I guess they're actually kind of more like jeggings, like, but I think and you're just like, Oh my God.

I don't know! Next apartment! Girl with rampers on!

But my avatar is a guy wearing chaps.

I read it on the Intersnet. You cannot have children.

Some women are kept in military camps wearing nothing but panties, and are completely at the disposal of the soldiers, who rape them every day for months.

Shorts. Let me see. Where are the shorts?

Buy a new pair of pants, new shirt, something without all these holes in it.

You might enjoy the awkwardly tight, cut off pajama bottoms with balloons.

Lady Godiva doesn't belong on a bicycle... but it's okay to put Napoleon... in a Kaplan and McGuire nonwrinkling, 2.50 union suit.

White... pants.

He was dressed in a dark blue jacket and trousers and showed no external signs of recent physical abuse, at least on his hands or face.

I'm being paid for telling the world that if Napoleon were alive today... he would wear Kaplan and McGuire's 2.50, nonwrinkling underwear.

And fence line was amazing in itself.

...they would give you the shirts off their backs.

Look. Suspenders.

Let's make with the pants. Comin' up.

You won't wear any until you're better.

Thom Mayne on architecture as connection

Even flies refuse to stand on his skin.

It's so light. The trousers are a bit tight but...

Did you pee your pants?

And bloomers too.

All right. Trousers.

And the final thing is that there is a very tight coupling between the regulation of our body within the brain and the body itself, unlike any other coupling.

Here we are at the Brooklyn Navy Yard.

she's a girl who can't help anyone, not even herself.

Those are my trousers.

That's a honey of an anklet you're wearing, Mrs. Dietrichson.

Get my pants.

He doesn't wear shorts, either.

Get me a pair of pants.

Get a shirt and his pants.