She's in her bed

She is lying on the table.

For lounging in her boudoir

She lay down on the bed.

She was lying on the divan, a large tray of cigarette stubs beside her.

Yesterday she was screaming in my arms.

She laid herself on the grass.

She's upstairs lying down.

I believe she had a cold. Stayed in bed. A cold?

When the housekeeper went in she was still in bed.

I wonder if she's still lying alone up there in that house.

She was lying down in the spare room with her eyes wide open.

I got home from the park, she was in bed.

She was lying on the floor with her hat and coat on.

She was lying there, the poor thing. So close to the road.

Yes, sir, she's inside lying' down, tryin' to get a little sleep.

I rocked her to sleep in my arms last night.

No need.

They lie without knowing or intending or understanding.

Bring her round. It's dangerous to leave her like this.

It's so weird to think of her now, lying in that living room, murdered.

She sees her baby naked, lying under some blue lights, looking kind of vulnerable.

As soon as she finished, she lay down and had a nap.

Then she wasn't taking a nap. No, not right then but, she was lying down, Cathleen said.

When I looked down, ages afterwards, it seemed, she was lying on the floor.

She lay sprawled out with her head resting against the far door like Haskell.

And so I showed up in this dark, rambling New York apartment, and she called out to me, and she was in bed.

He liked to sit on her lap because he said that it was painful for him to lie in his own bed.

She lay down more often, and finally can't even get up.

Don't lie down

Her lifeless body was found sprawled on a davenport in her exclusive Wilshire Boulevard hotel bungalow.

On her bed

There, there, now.

Lie on your right side.

I lay on my bed.

Upstairs in bed.

Lying in the gutter?

I'd gone to bed.

While I am lying here...

I want to see the boss.

Lie down. Stay lying down.

Oh, when I came and saw her like that in the tub, I called Mr. Harvey here. He helped me.

She splashed in the tub, a trustful, clumsy seal and all the logic of passion screamed in my ear.

It's funny, I guess, but... when I saw her lying there in the undertaking parlor last year... she seemed to me like somebody I hardly knew.

I lie on the grass.