My feet have swollen.

I got my feet wet a little bit.

The ground's burning up under my feet!

Put them on your feet. They hurt my feet.

Mabel was always stepping on my feet.

Only I'm not walking onto a boat... with my own feet... of my own free will.

Up to now... you've been dogging my footsteps.

I flew out in front of the car, and then he ran over my legs.

Now then, since I don't care to get my feet wet... ... you'll carry me across on your back.

At my feet, the path to the north tower 60 yards of wire rope.

So I thought, why not go out tonight and wander about in my bare feet?

There I was with a strange plumber and no polish on my toenails.

Just as that woman tried to kiss my feet when we were taking her sons.

And when I was done, he actually offered me his shirt to wipe off my feet and kindly walked me out.

So, at 16 minutes what I did is I slid my feet out because I knew that if I did go out, if I did have a heart attack, they'd have to jump into the binding and take my feet out before pulling me up. So, I was really nervous.