Occasionally, you'll find them in your flower bed, on your doorstep or in your garage. When they get cornered, the alligator is probably pretty scared.

The danger of parachuting young enthusiastic scientists into a flower bed of selected data and fully bloomed conceptions should be underestimated.

He gets called into the bedroom. There lying in the bed is his stepmother, naked, and he's told that he's going to have sex with her.

In his hearth and home, in his palace, upon his soft and comfortable bed, day and night, the flower-girls scatter flower petals; but without the Lord's Name, the body is miserable. Horses, elephants, lances, marching bands, armies, standard bearers, royal attendants and ostentatious displays - without the Lord of the Universe, these undertakings are all useless.

Our bridges are going to be a test bed for the rest of the nation.

I would not have one as a pet. The only things they think about are food, reproduction and survival. That's it. They are not capable of analyzing much more than that. Their brains are the size of a walnut. They can't process information.