THE DEVIL'S ENVOYS

The Devil's Trap

Who the devil's seaver?

Where the devil's Charters?

What devil's trick is this?

It is the devil's work.

Then what the devil's this?

I'm just playing the devil's advocate.

Paradine, this is the devil's work.

She said I'm the devil's agent.

The flax and the barley were struck, for the barley was in the ear, and the flax was in bloom.

The flax and the barley were struck, for the barley was in the ear, and the flax was in bloom.

And the flax and the barley was smitten for the barley was in the ear, and the flax was bolled.

And the flax and the barley was smitten for the barley was in the ear, and the flax was bolled.

The devil's own aunt for a motherinlaw.

I'll drive like the devil's own chauffeur.

This little devil's gonna clean up America.

What the devil's he talking about? Taxi!

and ship the painters off to Devil's Island?

That's a subsidiary of Western Wool and Flax.

You could save that poor devil's life. You could...

The devil's got you hot as a clam bake?

A god in a devil's clan. Shear it off

I'll show you what I'll do with this Devil's machinery.

Haven't you gentlemen heard that alcohol is the devil's brew?

We grow just flax and oats The apples are sour.

Both are as damned and dead as the devil's soul.

She seeks wool and flax, and works eagerly with her hands.

She seeks wool and flax, and works eagerly with her hands.

She seeketh wool, and flax, and worketh willingly with her hands.

She seeketh wool, and flax, and worketh willingly with her hands.

The devil's infernal brew. It works something terrible on your mind.

You ride through the Devil's Doorway, and the wind is cold.

No, of course not. Then, what the devil's he doing here?

Nothing but hate. It's breathing like the devil's own breath on me.

You should see my little devil's wine cellar. It's quite an eyesight.

As for the words I said earlier, it was the devil's work.

The devil hath engrossed them and so hath caused them to forget remembrance of Allah. They are the devil's party. Lo! is it not the devil's party who will be the losers?

The devil hath engrossed them and so hath caused them to forget remembrance of Allah. They are the devil's party. Lo! is it not the devil's party who will be the losers?

And to look at him is to look at the devil's spawn, señor.

Recite monologues to each other till dust runs out the devil's ears! Bravo, Plog.

And 'twould be the devil's own nonsense to leave Tom Jones without a rescuer.

I just can see you, you know... all up in them goldurned pretty flax.

Moreover they that work in fine flax, and they that weave networks, shall be confounded.

Moreover they that work in fine flax, and they that weave networks, shall be confounded.