But he's leaving, he's going.

But he adds

But it's snowing!

But it is raining.

But he started.

But in the hell of bad solutions on offer for Syria, some are worse than others. And the one devised by Russian President Vladimir Putin is probably the most infernal of all.

But, it feels...

But he's leaning back.

But he's crosseyed.

It's what he makes you think.

But he'll think...

But he won't go.

But surely he...

But she will sail.

Uh but the rains will come!

But he will return.

Yes, but the thing to do is to pull this...

It's raining.

I said, sold.

He's asleep!

But listen, it isn't carbling, it's wackling!

He screamed murder at first, but finally, we got together.

If he'd only break down and say he's going up there because he simply can't bear her another day.

He loved me, but he doesn't love me anymore.

But he held her and entreated.

That opens the umbrella. But the robot says It's raining.

He's little, but he's got great presence.

But once upon a time, it was St. Petersburg.

It seems to shrink, but it often comes back.

This is obvious the statement is self evident.

He's away at the moment but he'll be back.

He's really pretty sickatheart.

He lives, said he, but he must be carried

Come, and let us return to Yahweh for he has torn us to pieces, and he will heal us he has injured us, and he will bind up our wounds.

Come, and let us return unto the LORD for he hath torn, and he will heal us he hath smitten, and he will bind us up.

But and it's a pretty big but we forget.

What, what did he do new years eve!?

But is it proportional?

But he's persistent.

But he seemed nervous.

But is he happy?

But he remains optimistic

But is he really?

But surely he would hear us.

But I must write.