It’s bad.

Not so bad.

It isn’t bad.

You weren’t bad.

My legs are going bad.

He wants the title bad.

“He’s pretty bad,” I said.

The room smelled very bad.

They’re all bad in the legs.

You were in bad shape, Lootenant.

It takes some of them pretty bad.

I know what fixes up a bad stomach.

You know, that must get to you pretty bad.

Horthy’s men had done some bad things to him.

“Is Chaves hurt bad?” the second waiter asked Manuel.

“Things went from bad to worse,” suggested Miss Baker.

It isn’t that that’s so bad, as when they first lift ’em up.

When he’s got something supporting it his face doesn’t look so bad.

I got in pretty bad shape along early last spring and at night it bothers me.

“Yes. Things went from bad to worse, until finally he had to give up his position.”

After about four rounds Jack has him bleeding bad and his face all cut up, but every time Walcott’s got in close he’s socked so hard he’s got two big red patches on both sides just below Jack’s ribs.

Walcott was bleeding bad and leaned his nose on Jack’s shoulder so as to give Jack some of it too, and Jack sort of lifted his shoulder sharp and caught him against the nose, and then brought down the right hand and did the same thing again.