Cold's eating into me. Pleasure, pleasure.

He found it difficult to bear lying quietly during the night, and soon eating no longer gave him the slightest pleasure.

Eating. Eating food.

He's eating. Eating?

Pleasure, bloody pleasure.

These people weren't eating dogs they were eating cats and they weren't eating cats they were eating rats.

A pleasure. A pleasure.

Eating.

Eating squid at night is equivalent to eating poison.

These people weren't eating dogs, they were eating cats.

If they weren't eating cats, they were eating rats.

Stop eating!

I'm eating.

Eating, obviously.

Not eating?

She's eating.

Look at those people on that train. Eating... actually eating.

Because they're not getting, they're eating dry, they're eating beef jerky or whatever else they might be eating.

Pleasure?

Pleasure.

He is eating.

They're eating apples.

We're eating apples.

We're eating apples.

She is eating.

Somebody is eating.

Sami stopped eating.

Sami finished eating.

Sami finished eating.

Sami started eating.

Sami started eating.

Ugh, stop eating.

She's eating him.

Oh... eating... radish...

I'm done eating.

It's not eating.

While we're eating...

I'm not eating.

We're not eating.

Eating your car.

You still eating?

Eating with us?

What's eating you?

You're always eating.

What's eating her?