Axle grease.

And all over my shoes. Dirt. Nothing but dirt.

Grease, fried dough, pig fat and sorghum.

And this one I call Machine with Grease.

Then grease your elbow and get to it.

Dirt?

The one with all that grease?

More grease under the center stone.

Or perhaps a shim. Graphite grease.

Oily Dirt

So, I grease open the first door.

You know I do, you grease monkey.

It won't come off it's axle grease.

I got grease on you. I'm filthy.

Dirt is good.

It's my dirt.

Hit the dirt!

I say, if you want to make something dirt cheap, make it out of dirt (Laughter) preferably dirt that's locally sourced.

To grease a few palms at the ministry.

They won't see these wires under the grease.

I got a little grease in this lining.

I got a dry axle. Pull out of line and grease it.

And he won't smoke greasy cigars or use grease on his hair, and...

Dirt poor, no money,

Not dirt, it's mud.

Farmers! Dirt farmers! Squatters.

Give me some dirt.

You piece of dirt!

Don't touch the dirt!

Go on, eat dirt!

The Dirt on Plastic Waste

Grass, dirt... dirty river smell.

My poem is called Dirt.

That's a lot of dirt!

Hit the dirt, lie prone.

The grease extracted from them was also useful for soap making.

They'd been cooked by that grease that run off them Indians.

invading Iraq and rubbing our face in the dirt.

No words can describe its dirt and terrible smell.

I ate dirt and chewed grass. I fooled them.

Thirty years of dirt and crummy pay. But, Hank...

Clean the dirt off the mirror.

You've got dirt on your face.

Under six feet of dirt, maybe.

Cheap at the price. Dirt cheap.