Rock, paper, scissors! Rock, paper, scissors!

Scissors.

Scissors.

Rock, paper, scissors.

Get me the scissors.

Give me those scissors!

Put those scissors down.

You need some scissors.

Where are your scissors?

Where are the scissors?

Where are the scissors?

Can I borrow your scissors?

Can I borrow your scissors?

Get me the scissors, please.

Get me the scissors, please.

Do n't run with scissors.

Where did the scissors go?

Fetch some scissors. Hurry up

literally little scissors of the ear.

The way you're working those scissors,

You want to rock, paper, scissors?

I remember feeling for the scissors.

Where were those scissors usually kept?

Sisters!

A pair of scissors or a hairpin?

Miss Scatcherd! Fetch me the scissors immediately.

An idea came to me. The scissors.

Four sisters.

His sisters!

My sisters...

And sisters?

Two sisters?

Goodbye, sisters.

Like sisters?

He grabbed his pen, he snatched his scissors.

Get the scissors and cut the leg off.

I only came to borrow those garden scissors.

I think the scissors are in this cupboard.

Because big sisters are always supposed to support their little sisters.

If I could impale the monster with my hook... fastened by a line to the scissors, then push the scissors off the ledge.

I have sisters.

Mothers, sisters, brothers!

No sob sisters.

We're sisters, Elvira.

I'll cut them off. Can I have some scissors?