Uh, don't swivel around.

But let's swivel around and look at me frontally.

But I don't want you to know either, so swivel around on your chair.

Arm in arm for struggle.

My arm, poor broken arm.

We swivel towards each other, we do what we call the anchoring gaze and we talk.

My poor arm. You broke my arm.

That woman's traveling from arm to arm today.

Salmon Arm

Your arm...

Carry arm.

My arm.

My arm!

My arm!

My arm.

My arm....

Then he lifts another arm and I lift an arm.

Then he lifts another arm and I lift another arm.

Arm or no arm, I have to pull that trigger.

Oh, my God, look at her arm. Look at her arm.

A daughter of mine walking arm in arm with Terry Malloy.

My arm hurts.

And arm higher...

Arms... Arm yourself...

Pinched Daisy's arm.

It's his arm.

Arm straighter. So...

Get that arm!

My arm, Vince!

There's an arm.

See this arm?

Your arm, Joe.

How's the arm?

Take my arm.

Later they cross the border arm in arm, Jamaal limping beside them.

And there wasn't an arm! There wasn't the ghost of an arm!

I had one arm in plaster, one arm tied down by drips.

My arm still hurts.

Whole arm. Shoulder disarticulation.

Just grab this arm.

'An arm, you goose!

Raise your left arm.

Arm through. Like this.

Relocate my arm here?!

I'll take your arm.