A cinch, the perfect score. |
My election tomorrow is a cinch... and there'll be fat jobs for everybody." |
Now if we can only keep Marie quiet until after the election... I'm a cinch!" |
The award... "...cannot go to the Grinch, because... "...sometimes things get the lead-pipe cinch." |
Jack's a cinch but every inch # |
A cinch, the perfect score. |
My election tomorrow is a cinch... and there'll be fat jobs for everybody." |
Now if we can only keep Marie quiet until after the election... I'm a cinch!" |
The award... "...cannot go to the Grinch, because... "...sometimes things get the lead-pipe cinch." |
Jack's a cinch but every inch # |
But it cinches our case against Drury. |
That cinches it. |
This cinches it. It's Ronny, all right. |
This cinches it. Now we go places. |
Tighten up your cinches. |
But it cinches our case against Drury. |
That cinches it. |
This cinches it. It's Ronny, all right. |
This cinches it. Now we go places. |
Tighten up your cinches. |
He sure cinched my finish - he's got those keys!" |
'Cause I can see your, uh, your belt is cinched too tight and your shirt is a size too big. |
man) The Victory flag's cinched, and James Hunt crosses the line to win the British Grand Prix! |
An apartment, clothes, judge Blake and the thing was cinched. |
And the draped pickups and cinched pleats. |
And if they voted to convict me, They'd be practically cinching the noose around their own necks. |
Any woman can do as much by cinching her bust and pouting her lips. |
Oh, wait, it was just the table cinching my stomach. |
He sure cinched my finish - he's got those keys!" |
'Cause I can see your, uh, your belt is cinched too tight and your shirt is a size too big. |
man) The Victory flag's cinched, and James Hunt crosses the line to win the British Grand Prix! |
An apartment, clothes, judge Blake and the thing was cinched. |
And the draped pickups and cinched pleats. |
And if they voted to convict me, They'd be practically cinching the noose around their own necks. |
Any woman can do as much by cinching her bust and pouting her lips. |
Oh, wait, it was just the table cinching my stomach. |