( He'd get the engine oil flowing with an electric heater under a big canvas cover.

He'd have his drive all spic ' n ' span when he left the house, then get home to find all these empty cans.

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

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

He'd rather get something like this than go to Men's Wearhouse, pay the same amount, and look like an out-of-date parent.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 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 gone with his uncle in a spring wagon to get firewood to a place west of the Batterson Ranch.

He'd not care about getting waked so he could give up some of his whisky to a slit of a kid and maybe lose one of his hiding places in the bargain.

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 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.

He'd been a reporter and a writer of screenplays before and after the war ; and one of his books documents the experiences of concentration camp survivors, several of whom cite the plaintiff as the source of their suffering.

He'd give me one and Ed King one ; that would satisfy.

" He'd proved himself as the one man who could stand up to them ," wrote Knox.

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

He'd end up doing all of that and I was the one that got squeezed out ; I was doing almost nothing.

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 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.

According to this hypothesis, Doyle as a private joke has Inspector MacDonald describe Moriarty: " He'd have made a grand meenister with his thin face and grey hair and his solemn-like way of talking.

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 then bob and weave his way in with well placed heavy punches.

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 come out and show me that big fist of his when I wasn't bearing down the way he thought I should.

Featured on the cover of the January 1981 issue of Contemporary Keyboard magazine ( a story that was reprinted in Contemporary Keyboards book on the greatest rock keyboardists ), DeYoung described many of his steps along the way through his keyboard-playing career: He'd never played an acoustic piano until the recording session for 1972's " Lady "; he recorded the track for 1979's " Babe " in a friend's basement on a Rhodes electric piano he'd never touched before ; the odd feeling of switching back to playing accordion for the song " Boat On The River " and discovering how small the keys felt to his fingers after years of playing electric organs and pianos.

He'd refused to ' dance ' until the 11th in sheer desperation, although the crowd then roared its appreciation.

Comparing Richards to Lemon, Bannister said, " He'd post the lineups 10 minutes before the game, and only then we'd find out who was playing and where.

He'd then concocted a conspiracy to dethrone, degrade and divorce her, before she was ultimately condemned and killed.

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

He'd then cut it down to size, removing unnecessary subplots and incidents.

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 then present the pink bag of " Salt and Vinegar Samboy " chips, before immediately cycling off hastily, pulling a ' mono ' as he left.

He'd consult the daily directory in the lobby and find a party — usually a Bar Mitzvah reception — and he would go up to the room and ask to speak to whoever was paying for the affair.

He'd say: ' We need a new smash hit ' — and we'd all go back and write a song and the next day we'd each audition for Bobby Vee's producer.

He'd say: ' Let's go watch that band.

He'd wanted her to go back to a normal girl's life after she had gotten her revenge due to the brutality of the life of a Samurai, and he often tries again to convince her to do so whenever situations that he doesn't think she can handle arise.

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

He'd go on to finish 16th in the event.

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

He'd started a fire and put coffee on, and now was busy at the work board of his chuck wagon.

He'd come alone, without his wife and child.

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 hoped to catch Jesse Macklin there.

He'd put on his old brown corduroy coat and it was already soaked.

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 grin.

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

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

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 have to start going to some of the other places again.

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 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 tell Sabella about the nightmare.

He'd just admitted it to me.

He'd not only told me so, he'd proved it.

" 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 spearheaded the Ace line, he was the originating editor-in-chief of the Avon paperback list in 1945, and I think he was hurt and took it personally.

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.