My little filet.

To you, Feelings may be filet mignon.

Think I'll have filet of sole meunière tonight.

A nice filet,some asparagus,and some blackberry cobbler.

...and the Bresse chicken And some calf's head. No, the beef filet.

What are you going to do tonight? Fish filet and a Coke?

My little filet mignon with a little fat around the edges, I like that.

Cookie Monster is waving at you from his perch on top of a tan horse.

At the beginning of class, I just perch it in the back of the classroom.

Scofield, I don't know what you're used to, but anything short of a filet mignon is not going to cut it with me.

I was just balancing whether I should run for it, or whether I should perch behind her landau when a cab came through the street.

I was just balancing whether I should run for it, or whether I should perch behind her landau when a cab came through the street.

I was three or four inches from the front glass and the octopus was sitting on a perch, a little rock, and he came off the rock and he also came down right to the front of the glass.

Thus, guided amid the pine boughs rather by a delicate sense of their neighborhood than by sight, feeling his twilight way, as it were, with his sensitive pinions, he found a new perch, where he might in peace await the dawning of his day.

At length, on some louder noise or my nearer approach, he would grow uneasy and sluggishly turn about on his perch, as if impatient at having his dreams disturbed and when he launched himself off and flapped through the pines, spreading his wings to unexpected breadth, I could not hear the slightest sound from them.