A son of bootmaker from Beroun.

Well, they charge extra at that company store, and there ain't no other place.

How's your mother's store getting along?

I've left my wallet in the hotel.

I shoot houses, old shops, small streets.

I picked out a new hat at the store.

A nice son you have.

No way! There are nicer ones at the fiveandten.

The laundry came in it.

I read the papers!

There were no hats in that store that fit me.

I bought a hat at the store.

I'd recommend Luna on the Ginza

A blind man could read that. Hotel Marberry.

But my example of it is a sign that I saw in a jewelry store.

He put a Closed sign on the front door of the store.

My son, Davey, in the hotel two nights ago.

There are no hats in that store that fit me.

No.

I just stepped 'round to Harris's with my hat.

It's right nice seeing a lot of people again, and the buildings and stores.

The Chinese boy who showed her to Prebbles table.

Our son would like to see the toys in the store windows.

If your girl happens to be a shoplifter... It's not true, Swede.

We bought it in a secondhand shop, and that mirror too.

And so then they're all sold in the store. This is near the planks.

Has Eve gone mad, turning the house into a hotel in the night?

I'm leaving town. I want to sell the store.

Eyes right! The shop babes.

Jakub Kurka, son of a bootmaker, living in Beroun, ibid cognizant and hereto present.

Shoppers didn't know where to look when a woman stripped off to try on knickers on the shop floor in the middle of a Primark.

I drop my wife at the restaurant and say hello to Brignon.

There's a hotel clerk I could cheerfully flick a knife at.

A man can buy a rope like that in any hardware store in the state.

I'll take it back to the store to get my money back.

I got the kid making the rounds of all the restaurants in the neighborhood.

I need a shave tomorrow morning at Kaninski's Barber Shop.

Screeching out of hotel windows, peaches and champagne in the middle of the day, pulling the sleeping beauty act, sashaying out telling the doggonedest mess of lies.

I've done a heap of ornery things... but I ain't stealing the water that belongs to my godson.

Now, there's a guy comes in here every night... takes that stool at the end of the bar

I'll be at the Prince Edward Hotel in case you need me.

I don't mind you having fun but remember you're representing the store...

A mother of two, Jenny Davidson, who was in the shop at the time, said after trying on the underwear the mystery woman 'got dressed again and walked out of the store without buying anything.'

You might keep an eye on the flower shops. Leggett buys a gardenia every day.

See, I met a boy, he was working here, at the bakery.