! I hate lime! | |
! Rum, lime and ice, but mostly rum. | |
"Don't need no twist of lime" | |
"How rich smell lime green on the nights of June!" | |
"Opus Caementicium" (Roman Concrete: lime, grease, sand and water) | |
! I hate lime! | |
! Rum, lime and ice, but mostly rum. | |
"Don't need no twist of lime" | |
"How rich smell lime green on the nights of June!" | |
"Opus Caementicium" (Roman Concrete: lime, grease, sand and water) | |
"full-rounded plums, straight tall limes" | |
(Chuckles) You got any limes? | |
- Cranberry juice with two limes. | |
- Don't use limes. | |
- Let's pack him in limes. | |
"full-rounded plums, straight tall limes" | |
(Chuckles) You got any limes? | |
- Cranberry juice with two limes. | |
- Don't use limes. | |
- Let's pack him in limes. | |
Boy, the only thing missing from this place is a couple dozen bodies... limed and rotting in shallow graves under the floorboards. | |
Lead limed door. I'll have to thank Luthor. | |
O wretched state, O bosom black as death O limed soul that, struggling to be free art more engaged. | |
She's limed, I warrant you. | |
She's limed, I warrant you. | |
Is that liming? | |
Luthor has been liming his buildings with lead. | |
Well, his liming was impeccable. | |
Boy, the only thing missing from this place is a couple dozen bodies... limed and rotting in shallow graves under the floorboards. | |
Lead limed door. I'll have to thank Luthor. | |
O wretched state, O bosom black as death O limed soul that, struggling to be free art more engaged. | |
She's limed, I warrant you. | |
She's limed, I warrant you. | |
Is that liming? | |
Luthor has been liming his buildings with lead. | |
Well, his liming was impeccable. | |