Your chin

Use your chin...

Get that chin up.

Tell me about your chin.

Rest your chin here.

Keep your chin covered.

I wish you'd shave it off.

Lift your chin, Eunice.

Give us a hair of your beard.

This is what I think of your chin.

You still need a shave.

Boy, you need a shave.

Head up, chin out, hair blowing in the wind.

You look blue under the gills. What do you say we go together?

Johnson, you poke your chin most unpleasantly.

You got a way to go. You ain't even shaved yet.

If you wanted to pretend you were someone else, you'd glue a muff on your chin, and the dog wouldn't even bark at you.

Pull down your vest, and wipe off your chin, and go to hell!

Mike, why don't you shave at least every other day?

Turn to the person next to you, push your lower jaws forward.

One arm is halfbent towards the hair the other hand rests on the chin, finger to mouth

Turn to the person next to you, push your lower jaws forward. Turn to the person next to you and look at them they look miserable.

You'll have a bath, and I'll help you shave... and you'll eat and sleep... and when Wick comes back, everything'll be all right.

You've had a shave, or you combed your hair, or maybe you checked your teeth for spinach after lunch, but what you didn't know is that the face looking back at you isn't the face that everybody else sees.