Put a gun in his paw and his fingers get itchy.

Itchy! So itchy!

Itchy! It's so itchy!

I feel itchy.

I'm so itchy.

It isn't itchy?

I get itchy there.

We're all a little itchy.

They're men with itchy fingers and a coil of rope around their saddle horns looking for somebody to hang, and after riding a few hours, they don't care much who they hang.

I feel itchy dude, what am I doing?

It makes my butt itchy every time I play.

It's my ping pong! It's too itchy to play!

A deer with an itchy leg. A flying motorcycle.

Still you aren't feeling itchy wearing any of these.

Cold fingers.

Mr. Fingers ...

Five fingers!

Seven Fingers?

Who's pointing fingers?

lick their fingers.

So fingers crossed.

Marie's fingers healed.

Watch your fingers.

How many fingers?

How many fingers?

Seven Fingers, Marty.

And your fingers.

For your fingers.

Touch my fingers.

Is using fingers uncivilized?

under the Conqueror's fingers

Well, use your fingers.

Her very fingers, huh?

Her small, soft fingers.

Good fingers, strong, artistic.

How are you, Fingers?

Keep your fingers crossed.

Those icy fingers up

Seven Fingers of Brazos!

Slip through our fingers?

You've lost your fingers.

Your fingers tremble slightly.

And those fingers, them chubby fingers and that stroke like he's playing a violin.

A hand has five fingers.

The Five Fingers of Evolution.