My hand... my hand... my hand!

My fingernail! Look at my fingernail! It's bleeding!

Come on, hand. He's coming up. Hand.

What am I going to do about my fingernail?!

My hand... !

My hands!

My hand!

Hand.

Where are we going?

And I was born without my left hand right hand.

Grab my hand.

I have a shaky hand.

In my hand.

My arm is about to fall off.

Hold it.

Hold it...

Oh, my god, my hand!

My hand hurts.

My hand's burning.

Here's my hand.

This is my hand.

Let go of my hand!

My arm is killing me.

Hold my hand.

Well, in my left hand I have a feather, in my right hand, a hammer.

My pen is in my hand.

My hands are shaky.

Your life is in my hands.

That's my top hand, Latigo. Pleased to meet you, Latigo.

Let go of my hand!

No, my hands are wet.

My hands are like dry branches.

Right shoulder... arms!

You're breaking my hand.

I'll get you.

I'll put my hands so... one on each side of your head... and I'll smash your skull between them like a walnut.

The man robbed me of my purse.

My hand are benumbed with cold.

I'll return to get my handbag.

Can I have my hand back?

My hand is at life, here, so at risk.

I raised my hand and said,

My hand is similar to Mom's hand.

My hand is at risk here.

Watch my hand carefully.