Others fell among thorns. The thorns grew up and choked them.

And some fell among thorns and the thorns sprung up, and choked them

Other fell amid the thorns, and the thorns grew with it, and choked it.

And some fell among thorns and the thorns sprang up with it, and choked it.

Others fell among the thorns, and the thorns grew up, and choked it, and it yielded no fruit.

And some fell among thorns, and the thorns grew up, and choked it, and it yielded no fruit.

Forks left, knives right.

She's got something like thorns in her suitcase.

As a lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters. Beloved

As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.

A harvest of thorns or of flowers.

Exeunt Mercutio, and Benvolio.

Mrs Keller. Mrs Keller!

Mrs Keller... Mrs Keller.

Mrs. Kebabian, Mrs. Kebabian.

Ms. Europe or Frau Germania?

Oh, yoohoo, Mrs. Streickelberger. Hello, Mrs. Simmons.

Good morning, Mrs. Verber. Mrs. Krane.

They surrounded me like bees. They are quenched like the burning thorns. In the name of Yahweh I cut them off.

They compassed me about like bees they are quenched as the fire of thorns for in the name of the LORD I will destroy them.

Any lady, any lady? Thank you very much.

Hello, Mrs. Aysgarth.

Now, Mrs. Burns, I mean Mrs. Williams.

Hey, Marty, you must have a dame, a dame.

Uh, lady?

A lady? Yes.

Woman.

Lady?

A lady?

uh, Mrs...

whose harvest the hungry eats up, and take it even out of the thorns. The snare gapes for their substance.

For as the crackling of thorns under a pot, so is the laughter of the fool. This also is vanity.

Others are those who are sown among the thorns. These are those who have heard the word,

Whose harvest the hungry eateth up, and taketh it even out of the thorns, and the robber swalloweth up their substance.

For as the crackling of thorns under a pot, so is the laughter of the fool this also is vanity.

And these are they which are sown among thorns such as hear the word,

Mrs. Halsey, Mrs. Krausmeyer. You're not leaving, are you?

You're here, Miss Lee. Miss Shaw, you're here.

Mrs. Anna, Mrs. Anna. They are cannibals.

What, dress'd! and in your clothes! and down again! I must needs wake you. lady! lady! lady!

They call her the Tree Lady, but she's more than the Tree Lady.

There's a lady phoning for either Mr Kentley or Mrs Atwater.

People on the street called me Madam , imagine.... ..me, Madam , here, in this big city.

Rani Sahiba (Anjali)

The lady of the house . . .