My cardigan

Want your sweater?

Here's her sweater!

The sweater too.

You wearing my sweater?

What happened to your sweater?

You lost your new sweater?

Where did he get that sweater?

You did say, uh, dark sweater.

All I got is this sweater.

That red sweater looks good on you.

What about the sweater and woolen socks?

Please be careful. Here, arrange your sweater.

I'm cold, I'm gonna get a sweater.

Look, Chuck. Look at this sweater Granma knit.

How much would you pay for George Clooney's sweater?

Oh, in a sweater like this and a skirt.

Oh, would you like a sweater or something, a quilt?

And the answer is a fair amount more than you would pay for a brand new sweater or a sweater owned by somebody who you didn't adore.

She had on a real tight skirt and sweater kind of thing.

Considering the tight skirt and the tight sweater and the bare legs...

And she was wearing a cardigan, because it was now fully night and a chill was coming in off the ocean.

We drove to the Goodwill and we threw the sweater away somewhat ceremoniously, my idea being that I would never have to think about the sweater nor see it ever again.

We drove to the Goodwill and we threw the sweater away somewhat ceremoniously, my idea being that I would never have to think about the sweater nor see it ever again.

Then we asked them, How much would you pay for George Clooney's sweater?

Here's an old sweater I found. Remember you wore it in high school?

And an old jacket, too, and a sweater. Something an actor might wear.

Here,I Can Give You A Hat. What About This Sweater? I Like This.

My uncle Ed gave me a beautiful blue sweater at least I thought it was beautiful.

Look, you can buy the sweater, but you can't tell anybody you own it, and you can't resell it.

So for instance, we told some people, Look, you can buy the sweater, but you can't tell anybody you own it, and you can't resell it.

And I was so humiliated and mortified that I immediately ran home to my mother and chastised her for ever letting me wear the hideous sweater.

The worst part is putting this sweater over my head, because that's when you'll all laugh at me, so don't do anything while it's over my head.

I gave the torn skirt and sweater to the police... and then I went with them up that lane into the woods to look for the panties.

My pen moves along the page like the snout of a strange animal shaped like a human arm and dressed in the sleeve of a loose green sweater.

I'm working in Kigali, Rwanda, jogging through the steep slopes, when I see, 10 feet in front of me, a little boy 11 years old running toward me, wearing my sweater.

And when I'd visit, you'd meet me on a covered porch wearing a white sweater, playing with a Scottish terrier and you'd greet me over a hedge, Hello, how are you?

But so, curious, I run up to the child of course scaring the living bejesus out of him grab him by the collar, turn it over, and there is my name written on the collar of this sweater.

But so, curious, I run up to the child of course scaring the living bejesus out of him grab him by the collar, turn it over, and there is my name written on the collar of this sweater.