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 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.

Then it hit me: He'd been giving me all this bullshit about his wife and his two kids in London, when in fact he was gay, and he was makin ' a move on me!

He'd say, when told about a new Python Tour, " I'm not doing silly walks.

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 say, ' I don't want to take away from you dropping your gloves, but, I don't want you to think about not doing it.

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 told me I was getting this surprise.

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

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.

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 used the same method as Gwen used to kill Laurence only a few days before as a cover for her murder, so that everyone would assume the same person was guilty of both murders.

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 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 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 save up all the money he earned or obtained and every two weeks head down and buy as many pocketbooks as he could afford.

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

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

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

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 proven time and again that with careful investment, good stewardship, and solid advertising, he could turn a profit from virtually any entity he touched.

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

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

Smith enjoyed spending time with his grandparents, Red and Edie Wilson ; Red said " He'd always come in and give us hugs and kisses.

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 shoot it into the corner again, only this time he cut across to the other side and picked it up over there.

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 set up his own business.

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

' He'd die now ,' according to George's sister Nancy, ' with limos picking them up.

*" 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 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 been drinking heavily and wound up crashing his car, leaving him mortally wounded.

He'd have to start going to some of the other places again.

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

He'd made some token appearances in the past — most notably in season one's ' Call of the Simpsons '— but ' Dead Putting Society ' much more clearly defined the Ned we'd come to know and love.

He'd been through some things with her, himself ".

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 just installed some shoulder harnesses a couple of days ago ; that probably paid in his survival.

" 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.