Please shave my beard.

Have you got a beard already?

He shaved his mustache off.

The guy with a beard is Tom.

I shave every morning.

Eggplant, carrot, tomato.

It is pleasant to shave off my beard.

I cut myself shaving.

I cut myself while shaving.

She never liked it very much.

I know that German with a long beard.

When I was a kid, I wanted to shave.

Jean Robert Houdin A conjurer is not a juggler.

They called me, The girl with the beard.

The beard does not make the philosopher.

So oh, there's another shot of my beard.

I rarely bathed. I sometimes didn't shave. It was dreadful.

And the 80 percent zone is a no carrot and no stick zone.

It sounded interesting. He asked me to go and shave.

The offspring of the carrot juice drinking women ate more carrot flavored cereal, and from the looks of it, they seemed to enjoy it more.

Institutions only have two tools carrots and sticks.

Autonomy, mastery and purpose, versus carrot and sticks. And who wins?

This man had just been liberated from a Hutu death camp.

Because he was standing there in like a cheap suit, thin mustache, staring at me.

Juan? No! Johannes, not Juan.

I saw my geometry teacher in high school, Mr. Rucell's wry smile under his handlebar mustache.

And I delighted him by rejecting Cavalleria Rusticana in favor of Bela Bartok's Bluebeard's Castle.

Xiao Yu, this is Juan, and I am Juan's friend.

It's not the beta carotene, it's the carrot.

That's bullshit!

That's bullshit!

Poppycock.

That's shit!

Well, I don't know what you're thinking, but I'm talking about the beards.

At all times he has been dressed in clean civilian clothes, with well trimmed beard and hair.

Don't talk rubbish.

That's nonsense.

Don't speak nonsense!

This is gibberish.

I am called Juan.

Possibly because he's got a beard, he looks scary at first glance but he's really a kind man.

You can zoom in and even see the extra little loop, this little nano goatee.

I didn't know where my corners were, so I decided to let the whole thing grow, and this is what I looked like by the end.

You can't seriously expect that they won't recognize you in that disguise. That lopsided, dime store moustache is a dead giveaway!

The French Cul de Sac