| 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. |
