She can scratch her back, she can scratch one of us, she can play another game.

Like she can fake it. She can become it.

Like, she can fake it, she can become it.

She can handle him. She can handle all of us.

She can invite whomever she wants.

She can swim.

Sure, she can.

Why she can...

She can wait

She can wait.

She can stay.

She can, huh?

She can talk, if she only knew.

One of those guys she says she screws whenever she can?

You can see, she can move around.

If she can stand it, I can.

She can speak French.

She can jump high.

She can speak Japanese.

Can she cook well?

She can embrace you.

She can do everything.

What can she do?

She can invent anything!

She can just wait

Can she be moved?

She can hardly wait.

But she can help.

Oh, yes, she can!

Who can she be?

She said she can stay here since she won a gift certificate.

If she can act, she might not be bad.

If she can walk, crawl or roll, she plays.

When she is in doubt, she can do anything.

If I can forgive you, certainly she can.

She can speak three languages.

She can speak French fluently.

She can drive a car.

She can play the piano.

Can tha' knit? she asked.

She can close in surgery.

How can she go home?

She can have admirers, too.

Think she can do it?

How can she possibly afford...?