Repeat after me. Repeat after me.

You say it.

Come on.

Right behind me.

They go right after, eh?

After me! For Gawd's sake!

Let me hear you say this.

What am I going to leave behind? I'm an artist.

Come on. Follow me. Dance, dance, dance.

Like hell, you didn't send for me.

Come on, Rachel, honey. Get on behind me.

You've been on my back all night.

You get past me, the guy behind me has a spoon.

He said to them, Come after me, and I will make you fishers for men.

And he saith unto them, Follow me, and I will make you fishers of men.

In Dallas, Texas, there's always a procession behind me.

Who's gunning for me?

There was no motorcade back there.

Sir? There was Jeeves, standing behind me, full of zeal.

I am leaving behind me my 50 years of memory.

I was none wanting thy Maggie. It was her that was after me.

I can't keep dragging them around.

then I will take away my hand, and you will see my back but my face shall not be seen.

Jesus said to them, Come after me, and I will make you into fishers for men.

And I will take away mine hand, and thou shalt see my back parts but my face shall not be seen.

And Jesus said unto them, Come ye after me, and I will make you to become fishers of men.

And I turn around, and it's this older man. I have no idea who he is.

I would not be a good risk. Nonsense, you look as fit as a fiddle.

I'm leaving a little man behind, not a child, right?

I'm going to clap a pattern, I want you to clap it back.

How swift the hours did pass away With the girl I've left behind me

When he shot I thought, fuck, what the hell is that behind me?

Though, why anybody would want to keep this a secret is beyond me.

Whoever doesn't bear his own cross, and come after me, can't be my disciple.

I was in the Spirit on the Lord's day, and I heard behind me a loud voice, like a trumpet

And whosoever doth not bear his cross, and come after me, cannot be my disciple.

I was in the Spirit on the Lord's day, and heard behind me a great voice, as of a trumpet,

(Sappy love song) I promise you... behind me, me the traveler, don't cry, don't cry.... dooon't cry....

And I'm not even talking about you behind me, because I've got eyes in the back of my head.

I'm shaking the dust of this crummy little town off my feet, and I'm going to see the world and then I'm going to build things.

That dream is why a working class kid from Scranton can stand behind me.

With me, one casual bit of grazing in another pasture and the gate was slammed behind me.

But fundamentally, what I believe is that the map behind of me is called basically the map of anemia.

For he will turn away your son from following me, that they may serve other gods so the anger of Yahweh would be kindled against you, and he would destroy you quickly.

For they will turn away thy son from following me, that they may serve other gods so will the anger of the LORD be kindled against you, and destroy thee suddenly.