Well The First Thing I'd Say Is That I'm Not Sure Exactly What I'm Supposed To Do To Show My Remorse Other Than To Say That I'm Remorseful.
Were I Not Married To The Director, I'm Not Sure I'd Know Anything About The 'underworld' Sequel.
He Looked At Her Uncomfortably; Blinking, You Know, Like One Not Sure Whether He Was Awake Or Asleep.
I'm Not Sure Exactly How Gossiping About My Life With My Audience Really Helps Them
We Hear Things, But We Can't Always See Them, Or, Even If We Do See Them, We're Not Sure That We're Seeing Correctly. Hence: Invisible.
We're Not In The Area Where The Alleged Chemical Attack Happened. I Said Alleged. We're Not Sure That Anything Happened.
He Said "cool" Like I Say A Spanish Word When I'm Not Sure Of The Pronunciation.
Where's Simon?"..."is He Okay? Why Isn't He Here?" She Glared At Derek. "where'd You Leave Him?" Passed Out In An Alley." Derek Frowned In Thought. "not Sure Where, Though.
Jesus Is Jesus. So, I'm Not Sure I'd Get Into The Business Of Making Somebody Into Jesus. That's Just Me.
