Stab him, George. You can do it.

Stab!

Did you pierce him through the heart?

It almost staked you.

He stuck a meatball with his fork.

They went right in here. I was a young man at the time.

Zeus stabs the skies with thunderbolts.

If she moves, put your cane through her eye.

You might as well have stuck that knife into his back yourself.

Nothung I shall thrust into his proud heart!

Nothung has pierced your heart!

Better to insert between the eyes and twist.

I'd like to take an ice pick and stick it right in his eyeball.

Yeah, they got a knife to my throat.

Oh, to be young, and to feel love's keen sting

Your voice is grating on my ear nubs.

Don't thrust your knife into the cheese.

And a real thin stiletto in his left. First he takes the stiletto and jabs it as a hard as he can into the nape of the guy's neck.

I took his sword... and I drove it through his heart.

You can only kill a shade, if you pierce him through the heart.

The pin pierced his finger and it began to bleed.

Draws a ball that periodically extrudes many random spikes. Ouch! Written by Jamie Zawinski 2001.

Ah, fork...

Forgetting the scars of weekend Which were just an introductory chapter

The roads are so bad, my love.

He attempted to jump a Jet Ski from a lake... into a swimming pool and impaled his crotch on an iron gate.

And then he just makes this totally perfect toss and the sword ends up sticking straight up in the deck.

Actually, it went 11 feet into solid clay and became a bunker buster.

If you ever grab me like that again, I will stick a knife in your face.

Someone stabbed Tom with an ice pick, but he's OK now.

The myth may be repeating itself.

He will then proceed to jump behind his target while she is pre occupied, and apply a fatal impending weapon into her jugular artery!

An idea that is fully formed, fully understood that sticks.

You nearly poked me in the eye with your pencil.

Throwing knives were stuck deep into the men's necks.

For him you thrust into the tree the sword you promised him

I made you who you are, and you stab me in the heart with something sharp.

I won't ram Nothung down his gizzard until he's guzzled you down with his drink.

They shout and curse, stabbing wildly, more brawlers than warriors.

A hit!

So the water goes up. He turns it back down. Great.

And he says, Anything you notice? No.

A heavenly maiden has seared my heart, my head reels from the wounds dealt me by a woman.

Two weeks on the mainland he walks into a bar and stabs three men to death.

She saw him do it, the wrong way.