Well... his room's dark.

There's a light on in my room.

Her light is on.

Do not leave the lights on when you leave the room.

There's someone in our room. We need light. Hurry.

That horrid little flat with the dim lights.

I see your light on often, halfway through the night.

I'm always forgetting to turn the sign on, but we do have a vacancy.

The illumination came from an electric light bulb in an adjacent room and from a street light which was positioned some 60 or 70 feet from the house but partially obscured by fruit trees in the yard between the light and the house.

The mysterious hot water bottles... the dark room with the green light ...the rubber gloves...the works!

I remember parties in this room when it was full of flowers and light.

She switched on her light.

This is lighten up only when housekeeper dies.

We just took the picture by turning the lights off in the room, and this is what we see.

The house in darkness, and couples necking all over.

Time for lights out.

Slideshow interval

Perhaps Elizabeth lit another jet in the kitchen.

That isn't a very nice thing to say, Captain. Mrs Morrison's lights were on.

There's no reason to have the house ablaze with electricity...

Best place to be during a blackout.

A room. A room?

When the phone rings, you'll see the light go on under her bedroom door.

Turn your lights in toward the center. Hurry up.

His room was adjacent to yours, separated by a sitting room.

This is my room, a lady's room, not a room for servants with dirty hands.

That's the mistress's room. That's the master's.

Not only in this room, it's in all the rooms in the house.

Cars have LED based headlights, LED based back lights, and cars can communicate with each other and prevent accidents in the way that they exchange information.

Never mind, operator.

It wasn't her room, Grandma. It was Miss Wright's room!

This room is used as a kitchen.

The walls of many of the house's rooms had graffiti scrawled across them.

Whose room is this?

New students report to 121, old students to 123, transfer students, 127.

Up in your room.

My life?

In Ward 6, in Napoleon's place.

Bertrand's and my room is right next to yours.

I'm going to put the middle nine under a purplish light.

It's the most beautiful room in the house, the only one that looks down across the lawns to the sea.

If I place that between, now all the dough is touching, but if I stick that light back in, I have light.

And as the wind starts dying down, any excess energy will be diverted back into the house the lights never go out.

The rooms in this hotel are not as clean as the rooms in that hotel.

There's a hanged man in my room!