You know that anyway.

What the hell was it anyway?

You know I can’t win anyway.

Anyway, they sleep like pigs.

“He’d lost it anyway,” John says.

Who were these bullfighters anyway?

“We have good whisky anyway,” he said.

“He seems to be going anyway,” Guy said.

“I can’t understand it, anyway,” John said.

They can’t understand the English language, anyway.

Say, Signor Tenente, what did you get in this war for, anyway?

Anyway, he couldn’t bring her over to be buried until the snow was gone.

They were tired of Dijon and anyway would now be able to say that after leaving Harvard or Columbia or Wabash, they had studied at the University of Dijon, down in the Côte d’Or.