| Jeg hater å briste din boble, Worf, men det var ikke så bra. | I hate to burst your bubble, Worf, but it wasn't that good. |
| Jeg hater å briste din boble, Worf, men det var ikke så bra. | I hate to burst your bubble, Worf, but it wasn't that good. |
| Den Slivin er deflektor kan ikke generere en Graviton briste. | The Slivin's deflector cannot generate a graviton burst. |
| Sir, for å rigg en torpedo for å gi en delta stråling briste, Jeg tar å fjerne de fleste av ledningssystemer. | Sir, in order to rig a torpedo to yield a delta radiation burst, l'll have to remove most of the guidance systems. |
| Jeg trodde Lona Black skulle briste i gråt. | I thought Lona Black would burst into tears. |
| Hun startet briste. | She's initiated the burst. |
| Plutselig brister et damprør, og en enorm, fordømt kran lander på beina hennes, og hun skriker "Beina mine!" | Suddenly, this big steam fitting bursts and this enormous goddamn crane crashes right down on her legs and she's screaming "My legs! My legs!" |
| Tre-shot brister eller full auto. | Three-shot bursts or full auto. |
| Jeg håper ikke De brister i gråt, hr Grieg. | - Sincerely. - Oh, please don't burst into tears. |
| - Hun brister! | - She's bursting'! |
| Visst gjør det vondt når knopper brister, hvorfor skulle ellers våren nøle | "lthurts when buds burst, whywould spring hesitate. |
| Men så brast boblen. | But then, the bubble burst. |
| Kran han dro sitt stolte sverd og jog med all sin kraft klingen dypt i Zakidens skalle pannebrasken brast | and Crane drew his proud sword and drove with all his force the blade deep in Zaal and Zaal's skull burst |
| Et blodkar i hjernen brast. | A blood vessel burst in his brain. |
| Noe brast inni der. | Something burst up in there, that's for sure. |
| Men Camilla brast i gråt og ba om å få gå. | But Camilla burst into tears and begged to be allowed to leave. |
| en knopp har bristet på den høye gren finken sang i mitt hjerte i dag jeg vet hvor det spede grønne gresset gror ved en avsides bekk og jorden er våt en gjøk sa i mitt sinn.: | A bud has burst on the upper bough the linnet sang in my heart today I know where the pale green grasses show By a tiny runnel, off the way, |
