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

My hand hurts.

The bruise on my hand is hurting.

And by the end of this my arm is sore, I've got a callus on my hand,

I have a stomachache.

My joints ache.

You're hurting me.

You're hurting me!

Yeah, I'm in pain.

I have a stomachache.

I have a stomachache!

I have a stomach ache!

My foot hurts.

My stomach seems....

That hurts!

My stomach's been bothering me.

My leg's hurt.

And by the end of this my arm is sore, I've got a callus on my hand, let alone Bob, whose rear end looks something more like this, like Swiss cheese.

I discovered that, if I worked on a larger scale and with bigger materials, my hand really wouldn't hurt, and after having gone from a single approach to art,

Hey, my arm hurts, ok?!

No, you're hurting me!

Sandra, I hurt my poor little head.

Shoulder's been hurting bad.

Stop! You are hurting me!

Madame, my foot is troubling me.

It doesn't hurt a bit.

You're hurting me.

Please don't hurt me.

My legs still hurt.

My stomach hurts after meals.

Doctor prince, my throat hurts.

Every toe on my right foot hurts.

My teeth ache with chattering.

I think so. My head aches a little.

Haven't had a touch in months.

God, I've got an awful stomachache.

You're hurting me! Stop the damn car!

My stomach hurts, and my shoulders are sore.

Ah, my feet just hurt a little, so I just took a quick look.

You would have died. It still hurts.

It's going to swell up.

One, two, three My feet hurt.

All right. Pain is gone.

You're hurting my arm! Stop shouting!

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