"My sire.." | |
"No, sire, it's a revolution!" | |
"Used" is the word, sire. | |
"Why did you sire me if you had no means to rear me?" | |
"it was his sire, the sun, rising out of a black cloud, " | |
"My sire.." | |
"No, sire, it's a revolution!" | |
"Used" is the word, sire. | |
"Why did you sire me if you had no means to rear me?" | |
"it was his sire, the sun, rising out of a black cloud, " | |
# Good sires and ladies # | |
And great colts come from great sires. | |
I never saw that in my sires. | |
My english son did all those Things that all his sires had done. | |
My lords, sires... the last word in this matter has been spoken. | |
# Good sires and ladies # | |
And great colts come from great sires. | |
I never saw that in my sires. | |
My english son did all those Things that all his sires had done. | |
My lords, sires... the last word in this matter has been spoken. | |
"Do I belong to a new race of earthlings sired by beings from outer space... "who had intercourse with Earth women? | |
(Manny and Balon whisper) You know who this horse was sired by? | |
- Correct. - Angel sired Drusilla. | |
- Darla sired Angel. | |
- He's been sired. | |
But I decided I would correct my mistake by siring a child who would destroy Darken Rahl. | |
Here is the siring. | |
I do that, the members will lynch me for siring' a bastard while serving' as their preacher, we're a strict congregation, we've churched men for pickin' up a fiddle on the Sabbath, | |
It's my fault, this yearning I've stirred up in you, all my vain fault in raising the subject of siring an heir. | |
Klaus is obsessed with siring these hybrids. | |
"Do I belong to a new race of earthlings sired by beings from outer space... "who had intercourse with Earth women? | |
(Manny and Balon whisper) You know who this horse was sired by? | |
- Correct. - Angel sired Drusilla. | |
- Darla sired Angel. | |
- He's been sired. | |
But I decided I would correct my mistake by siring a child who would destroy Darken Rahl. | |
Here is the siring. | |
I do that, the members will lynch me for siring' a bastard while serving' as their preacher, we're a strict congregation, we've churched men for pickin' up a fiddle on the Sabbath, | |
It's my fault, this yearning I've stirred up in you, all my vain fault in raising the subject of siring an heir. | |
Klaus is obsessed with siring these hybrids. | |