He'd be an idiot to let them stay he thought, but he couldn't send them on, either.

" While Frank Miller has described the relationship between Batman and the Joker as a " homophobic nightmare ," he views the character as sublimating his sexual urges into crimefighting, concluding, " He'd be much healthier if he were gay.

He'd also formed a blueprint for the prospective league's operations, which included early television exposure, heavy promotion in home markets, and owners willing to absorb years of losses — which he felt would be inevitable until the league found its feet.

He'd be out there squinting because he could see, at midnight, the moonlight and shadows, and that was his way of not seeing the weeds or imperfections that would plague him during the day ..." Talking of the tranquility he felt at Friar Park, Harrison once said: " Sometimes I feel like I'm actually on the wrong planet, and it's great when I'm in my garden.

' He'd probably be run over by a Yellow Cab on Park Avenue and killed ,' my wife said.

" He'd rather be called Birdetta.

" You wouldn't be as badly off as John D. Rockefeller ," the Scarecrow responds, " He'd lose six thousand dollars a minute if that happened.

He'd always said you had to be ready to take off on short notice.

He'd had abscess there, it spread to both his eyes and one had to be removed.

*" He'd be turning in his grave if he were alive today.

He'd always be in his room calling the shots.

He'd always considered the islands his home, and had never considered the possibility of anyone seeing him as anything other than black, but he realized here for the first time, by some, he might be considered white.

He'd be like the everyman who's affected by the dramatic personalities around him.

' He'd be kissing the receiver and lavishing affection – ' Hello, lovey dovey ' – on a dog!

He'd rather stand out than fit in ; and Dion has no time for anyone who doesn't " get " that.

He'd also seen that the absorption behavior of molecules is quite different from that of the atoms composing the molecules — for example the gas nitric oxide ( NO ) absorbed more than a thousand times more infrared radiation than either nitrogen ( N < sub > 2 </ sub >) or oxygen ( O < sub > 2 </ sub >).< ref > Contributions to Molecular Physics in the Domain of Radiant Heat, pp. 80 – 81.

He'd rather get something like this than go to Men's Wearhouse, pay the same amount, and look like an out-of-date parent.

He'd rather have the team do sometimes rather dangerous or stupid promotional gimmicks and autograph signings with fans than having them save the world, although he does acknowledge that they do good.

He'd invited Gene Sarazen to play an exhibition match with Emmett Kelly, the first course pro ; more than 1, 000 people came to watch.

He'd take those skeleton outlines I had given him and turn them into classic little works of art that ended up being far cooler than I had any right to expect.

He'd gotten into the oscillating resonances idea because he'd seen that any one type of molecule has differing absorptions at differing radiant frequencies and he was entirely persuaded that the only difference between one frequency and another is the frequency.

"</ ref > He'd also seen in several kinds of experiments that no matter whether a gas is a weak absorber of broad-spectrum radiant heat, it will strongly absorb the radiant heat coming from a separate body of the same type of gas.

" He'd like to eradicate homosexuality, but since he can't put LGBT people in physical concentration camps, is doing his best to put them in psychological concentration camps.

In Hellblazer # 64, it is said ( but not confirmed ) that Jesus was conceived from the archangel Gabriel's rape of a woman named Mary (" He'd committed rape behind a carpenter's in Nazareth, and a cycle of agony began that ended on a hill above Jerusalem ...").

He'd made the awful journey that so many others had: He pulled himself from the clutches of The God That Failed, and then in his writing fashioned a vigorous new synthesis of traditional and libertarian thought – a synthesis that is today recognized by many as modern conservatism.

He'd often joke about it, " This is a magnificent building ," he said with his tenor voice, " but I think the roof is leaking.

He'd written Bus stop, wet day, she's there, I say please share my umbrella and it's like when you get a really great part of a lyric or, I also had this nice riff as well, and when you have such a great start to a song it's kind of like the rest is easy.

He'd rather play with James instead and runs off while his mother is not looking.

He'd shoot at anything if it was the rear end of a horse or his own sentry.

He concentrates on one key phrase hidden under the sound of a street musician: " He'd kill us if he had the chance ".

He'd ask them to sit down as, and if, he pointed to each person and said his or her name.

He'd play it once, and if he didn't like it or we didn't like it, he'd play it again — completely different.

He'd been in an angry mood: Conchita had thought his face almost ugly with the anger in him.

He'd mounted up immediately and raced with a revolver ready toward the spot from which he'd estimated the shot had come.

He'd landed the plane on a small airstrip in Connecticut and as soon as the aircraft had coasted to a stop, everyone had burst into chatter at the same moment.

He'd been there several times, back when, while he and Radic had been friends, or at least not enemies.

He'd mentioned it, himself, at church and everybody seemed to have the idea that Tolley had left because Jenny had jilted him for Roy Robards.

He'd had no idea how unhappy his sweet peach had been.

He'd been sent by Pittsburgh's GM Branch Rickey to evaluate Clemente's teammate Joe Black, a pitcher Rickey himself had originally signed for the Dodgers and was now thinking of reacquiring for Pittsburgh.

He'd heard of a " kidnapping " from Montfermeil, remembered Valjean's request of three days, and had also heard of a man poorly dressed who gave money to other poor people, the " beggar who gives alms ", who had a granddaughter with him, who ( so rumors said ) said that she came from Montfermeil.

Tim Finnegan lived in Walken streetA gentleman Irish, mighty oddHe had a brogue both rich and sweetAnd to rise in the world he carried a hodYou see he'd a sort of a tipplin ' wayWith a love for the liquor he was bornAnd to send him on his way each day, He'd a drop of the craythur every morn '

After recording the second version of the song, Lennon wanted to do something different with it, as Martin remembered: " He'd wanted it as a gentle dreaming song, but he said it had come out too raucous.

" He'd always got drunk after the show but it had never got to the point where it would jeopardize the show itself.

He'd had his arms and legs blown off and some of his body had been blown through the railings.

He'd say, "... went to bank ... had problem ... sat down ... couldn't get out ... killed a woman ... very sad ...".

He'd just come off back to back successes with Gloria Gaynor and Peaches & Herb and had won a Grammy for Gaynor's huge hit " I Will Survive ".

He'd find a disappointed Flynn, who had already sold all his gear in preparation for the move.

He'd led Frank Johnson's Colored Band and by 1818 had taken his band as far south as Richmond, Virginia, playing dances for white southerners.