On your toes.

Oh, you're wiggling your toes.

Your nose reads nose pages, your toes read toes pages.

At least they won't pinch your toes.

Shake yourself well slap yourself and shake yourself and all confusion will disappear.

Your feet.

From this kind of bijou made with human hair to these chocolate nipples to these intra toe candies that your lover is supposed to suck from your toes.

Spread them out.

Stamp your feet.

Wipe your feet.

On your feet!

Do your legs hurt?

You, on your feet.

Get up on your feet.

I, I saw it fall down there at your feet.

Your feet must be tired, Samson.

Your feet are cold and bleeding.

Your feet are cold.

All right, get on your feet.

Get on your feet.

Get the lead outta your legs!

Look at your feet.

(Snapping)

Cold fingers.

Five fingers!

When I'm kneeling at your feet

I aimed at your legs.

Straighten up those legs. Pull those feet out.

All right, on your feet.

Put your feet up here. Now push this.

Your feet are so nice and cool.

How do they do this? They have bizarre toes.

A hand has five fingers.

These are gecko toes.

Marie's fingers healed.

Seven Fingers of Brazos!

I would spread the cloths under your feet

I have spread my dreams under your feet

You got a dead man at your feet.

Heels together and your toes apart.

All Gaza has come To see Samson humbled at your feet.

For here I am again, at your feet.

Let's try it on for size. Come on. On your feet.

And I will be your footstool.

We sit at your feet, humble and ignorant, but so willing.