All right.

It’s all right.

It was all right.

He was all right.

It got all right.

That’s all right.

I feel all right.

All right, you go.

They’re all right.

All right, nigger.

You feel all right?

This was all right.

I’ll get all right.

She knows all right.

“All right,” I said.

You won’t! All right.

“All right,” he said.

And you’re all right?

“All right,” Jack said.

All right, you bastard!

He was all right though.

You got to get all right.

Are you all right, Billy?

He thinks it’s all right.

It’ll be all right, John.

The women stuck all right.

He was out here all right.

All right, Signor Tenente.

It’s all right, Lootenant.

You’re coming on all right.

“I’m all right,” Jack says.

Sure, they stuck all right.

“All right,” Retana agreed.

So he thinks it’s all right.

“It’s all right,” Jack says.

“I slept all right,” Jack said.

All right, here’s the last one.

“That’s all right,” Manuel said.

“You’ll sleep all right,” I said.

“Bananas are all right,” Guy said.

All right, you dirty, lousy bastard!

He’s there, all right, Manuel thought.

He’s there, all right, Manuel thought.

“Bird-shot’d be all right,” Jack says.

They’ll be shooting with him all right.

“You’ll sleep all right, Jack,” I said.

You’ll be all right in a couple of days.

You’re talking through a sheet all right.

“All right, if you want to go,” Jack says.

“You’re all right, Carl,” Joe Garner said.