My poor arm. You broke my arm.

It's caught on on my left arm.

Hold on. Hold on to my arm.

My arm, poor broken arm.

Put your arm on my shoulder.

My arm.

My arm!

My arm!

My arm.

My arm....

My arm hurts.

My arm, Vince!

Take my arm.

My arm still hurts.

Relocate my arm here?!

But strengthen my arm

You're breaking my arm.

He broke my arm.

You took my arm.

Oh, my God, look at her arm. Look at her arm.

I could put my arm

Hey, my arm hurts, ok?!

Can you grab my arm?

Ow, my arm. Oh, okay.

It's my own right arm.

My arm is killing me.

In my left shoulder and down my arm.

on my tiptoes holding the flag on my extended arm, so that my head was actually under the damn flag.

You need my arm, don't you?

You want to grab my arm?

I can't even lift my arm.

That's it, grab my arm, OK?

Take my arm, Madame la Comtesse!

It's just to fix my arm.

Take your hand off my arm!

Or how about my right arm?

You're twisting my arm, you know.

Let go of my arm, man!

My left arm aches. It's nothing.

You hurt my arm, tough guy!

Suddenly, there's oil in my arm.

You're hurting my arm! Stop shouting!

I broke my right arm. I broke my collarbone.

Never mind my arm, ma'am, it's my blinking ankle.

At Delmonico's in New York in two months with Olivia on my arm!