Yep, Atlanta was burning. Again.
Yep, ouch. He and apologies didn’t get along.
I'm good at embroidery. It's what I always wanted to do. . . . Yep, instead of whoring, I just wanted to do fancy embroidery.
So, you wrecked Alcatraz Island, made Mount St. Helens explode, and displaced half a million people, but at least you're safe. " "Yep, that pretty much covers it.
Peter: Where are you two going? Tris: Why aren't you with your attack group eating dinner? Peter: I don't have one. I'm injured. Christina: Yeah right, you are! Peter: Well, I don't want to go to battle with a bunch of factionless. So I'm going to stay here. Christina: Like a coward. Let everyone else clean up the mess for you. Peter: Yep! Have fun dying.
Florida was the low point. The entire state, yep. I'm not sure I'd go back.
Google Maps are phenomenal. Yep, ask an Apple user.
He’s so beautiful,” she said wistfully. “He’s like an angel. ” “Yep,” I agreed flatly. “The one that fell.
Is that a lion with horns and a pitchfork?" "Yep. " "Is he carrying the moon on his pitchfork?" "Nope it's a pie.
As Stephanie and Lula were going after the bad guys, Lula was making preparations from the trunk of her Firebird. Stephanie looked inside and stopped breathing for a beat. "That's a rocket launcher!" "Yep," Lula said. "It's a big boy. I got it at a yard sale in the projects.
Yep. And I noticed how slowly he went down each time, too.
I want everybody to find meaning in whatever they do. That's the only purpose to life, actually. Let that meaning be so strong that you can't not wake up every day and be like, "Yep, this is what I gotta do, let's keep it moving" and not be disgruntled about it, and start using other people as excuses for why you're not creating a better life for yourself.
I knew from the second I stepped onstage. I was like, yep, this is what I want to do.
