You do not like peas!

George. More peas.

Give me that peashooter.

Should I bring the peas?

I'll just order you to have some poison.

For instance, poison.

Poison?

Right, cuz if you put poison into Sal, Sal of poison, not that I would recommend that you did this.

Draws a rippling waves on a rotating wireframe grid. Written by Josiah Pease 2000.

Steaks for the Brophy boys with blackeyed peas. Burn 'em.

The Drug Industry s Poison Pills

They evolved to produce less toxin.

It was only the poison you wanted.

You might just as well sip poison.

How about a little poison?

To get the poison out.

Shortly after students tasted four types of peas in our program, one boy went grocery shopping with his mom, and he asked her to buy peas.

He'd much rather lay into your peas.

The dart was poisoned! The poison was deadly... More

And they can send the poison into the system.

Honey badger just takes what it wants.

How did the poison get in the wine?

Maybe I'd like a little poison too.

L'amour. The tender passion, the sweet poison!

He got poison in his system.

The poison was swift.

In the mid 1800s, Mendel spent sort of an unhealthy amount of time grubbing around in his garden with a bunch of pea plants, and through a series of experiments crossing the pea plants and seeing which traits got passed on and which didn't, he came up with a frame work for understanding how traits actually get passed from one generation to another.

And lots of things are more complicated than peas,

Sal of poison would equal, would equal would equal death.

And the rank poison of the old will die.

You got this bottle of poison... to kill.

You'd notice the soda more than you would the poison.

Was the poison strong enough?

I'm taking her to the hospital to get the poison out of her.

Yes, sir. What poison did you use?

It drips with his brand of venom.

The usual way, insufficient poison.

And he promptly took a snow pea and ate it.

She committed suicide by poison to avoid beheading.

When that poison gets into a man's mind...

It was about that poison, wasn't it?

What sort of poison are you spreading?

His teeth are poison. Once they sink into you, you'll blow up...

Demetrius, pour us some of this poison.

Our party is complete, said Holmes, buttoning up his pea jacket and taking his heavy hunting crop from the rack.