I don't claim to know how it was worked, or who worked it... but all I know is that it was worked.

So I felt entirely powerless. I worked and worked and worked, and I got lucky, and worked, and got lucky, and worked.

When I worked in the theater... and I was... Well, nevermind.

I worked up a portfolio, and I was headed to New York.

Last time I worked I don't remember. Was it April or May.

And among other things, other countries I worked, was in the Soviet Union, where I worked from '32 to '37 actually, to '36.

I worked for the Coastguard, was made a U.N. Goodwill Ambassador.

I worked hard in school, but when I was in eighth grade, it was a determining factor.

And I worked in mines. And I realized that this was a world unseen.

And I just worked and worked through problems, until my little wee battles that I was fighting within the picture all began to resolve themselves.

This was a case I worked on a couple of years ago.

I worked alone.

I worked there for two years, and I realized that I was not born to make trucks.

Just one example. One person I worked with was a bagger at Genuardi's.

Now, what I just did was I worked with the mathematics the diameter and the circumference.

I worked there once.

I worked and studied.

It was really a death trap. I mean, it was incredible, it worked incredibly well, but it was really dangerous.

That was a fair question because my memoir was simply how I found solutions that worked for me.

I mean, if it hadn't worked for me, there's no way I would have believed it was possible.

I worked hard for what I got.

This time I was on assignment for a magazine, but again worked closely with MSF.

I worked all this week.

I worked hard last month.

All my life, I worked for myself and for other people wherever I was needed, no picking and choosing.

Reaching success, I worked hard, I pushed myself.

I told you I worked for the government.

I told you I worked in an agency?

I wore them the last place I worked.

So the first time I worked with colors was by making these mosaics of Pantone swatches.

I knew a man that worked at night once,he was a robber Tommy, that's enough

So I worked with white noise.

Nothing worked until I found this.

I once worked in a restaurant.

I hope this worked in translation.

I should've worked on my own.

You worked all night, I hear.

Why do I get worked up?

I worked it a couple times.

And the consensus was it really worked.

He's figured out how it was worked.

Number one I wish I hadn't worked so hard.

For example, I wish I hadn't worked so hard.

I can almost see where I worked from here.

So the challenge was I worked for Microsoft for a little bit, working on the Microsoft Barney.