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 be handsomer than he is if he had better manners but life and his enemies have left him looking a little beat up, and I suppose having seen his mother ( back about 1840 ) trying to take a bath in a wooden washtub without fully undressing left his soul a little warped.

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

" 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.

He'd rather get something like this than go to Men's Wearhouse, pay the same amount, and look like an out-of-date parent.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

He'd take your leg off with a line drive, turn the third baseman around like a swinging door and powder the hand of the left fielder.

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 overthrow his slider and it would back up and have a rotation like a spitball " -- former Tigers catcher Bill Freehan, at The Detroit Free Press.

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 like to have Aika to go out with him, but she refuses.

He'd come East for the christening, by God he would.

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.

The film features many old songs, framed by a popular number from 1914 called " He'd Have to Get Under — Get Out and Get Under ( to Fix Up His Automobile )".

He'd become friends with him by letting him think Tommy was gone on his behalf.

He'd engendered the civil war by violating his pledge to not interfere in religious matters in Sweden, nor to further the Catholic cause in Sweden.

He'd make his " transformation " along with one or more of the others, but not by magic ; rather, by quickly removing his break-away garments ( under the cover of lightning that the real Marvel ( s ) called down ) to reveal his homemade Marvel costume underneath.

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.

He'd prepare for tours by stashing as much methamphetamine as he could in vitamin capsules, deodorant containers, and his clothes.

He'd shake for a few seconds and then go flying off across the map ... because something divided by zero ".

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.

Popular songs co-written by Abrahams included " Ragtime Cowboy Joe " ( 1912 ) and " He'd Have to Get Under — Get Out and Get Under ( to Fix Up His Automobile )" ( 1913 ).

He'd been discovered by famed African-American comedian Bert Williams in the 1920s.

He'd recount them back in order, " forgetting " one of them around the 50th word only to suddenly remember the word when he was almost finished his act.

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

He'd told Hank Maguire and Luis Hernandez about his wife's refusal to come with him and about what he now intended to do.

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 have to think, but the main thing, the imperative necessity, was to leave before Sam Bentley was up and about, and before Millie detained him with sympathy.

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 '

He'd first learned of the revolution when he noticed the Securitate was no longer tailing him.

He'd suffered a staph infection in his ankle in 1976, so the Cubs shifted him to first base, where he remained for the final fourteen years of his career.

He'd come give a talk at Christmas and they'd give him $ 10, 000.

He'd have to do something before we could consider him bad at it.

He'd had an unhappy childhood that warped him a little and gave him a sour outlook on life.

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 also rather not face them or Gustavus again in battle, and in particular not the American rifles which tore up his jaw and put him in declining health since he could not ingest solids.

He'd been drinking heavily and wound up crashing his car, leaving him mortally wounded.