| "Oy krov sac!" | |
| "Ruptured amniotic sac with the fetus' legs..." | |
| "She'd moored us in a creepy cul-de-sac with her art world friends. | |
| "inflamed bursa sac, vertigo, fits of rage, | |
| 'There's a rotter living on Leas cul-de-sac. | |
| "Oy krov sac!" | |
| "Ruptured amniotic sac with the fetus' legs..." | |
| "She'd moored us in a creepy cul-de-sac with her art world friends. | |
| "inflamed bursa sac, vertigo, fits of rage, | |
| 'There's a rotter living on Leas cul-de-sac. | |
| "Empty shriveled sacs." They're shriveled. | |
| - Egg sacs. | |
| - It's alleys and "cul-de-sacs". | |
| - Our nut sacs, mostly. | |
| -What did you see? What was in those sacs? | |
| "Empty shriveled sacs." They're shriveled. | |
| - Egg sacs. | |
| - It's alleys and "cul-de-sacs". | |
| - Our nut sacs, mostly. | |
| -What did you see? What was in those sacs? | |
| "In another epoch, such a man might have sacked Rome or been hanged as a pirate. | |
| "In what was described by a senior government spokesman "as a fit of pique and panic, the Prime Minister sacked Lord Billsborough, "the greatly loved and longest-serving member of his government." | |
| "Three strikes and he's out, tell him he's sacked." | |
| "We just missed getting sacked, right?" | |
| "l mean, Mr Khanna, right today, and have you sacked" | |
| "The Carlsons then let the barbarians in the back gate "and joined in the sacking, the looting | |
| - He's not leaving, I'm sacking him! | |
| - They're not sacking you! | |
| - You're sacking me? | |
| -Are you sacking us? | |
| "In another epoch, such a man might have sacked Rome or been hanged as a pirate. | |
| "In what was described by a senior government spokesman "as a fit of pique and panic, the Prime Minister sacked Lord Billsborough, "the greatly loved and longest-serving member of his government." | |
| "Three strikes and he's out, tell him he's sacked." | |
| "We just missed getting sacked, right?" | |
| "l mean, Mr Khanna, right today, and have you sacked" | |
| "The Carlsons then let the barbarians in the back gate "and joined in the sacking, the looting | |
| - He's not leaving, I'm sacking him! | |
| - They're not sacking you! | |
| - You're sacking me? | |
| -Are you sacking us? | |
