Only to get a job and be married.

“Better get one,” said a man in a derby hat.

How you ever get anything done is beyond me.

All her muscles are trying to get the baby born.

“How do you get to West Egg village?” he asked helplessly.

They tried to get over it, and we potted them from forty yards.

After the armistice they agreed he should go home to get a job so they might be married.

“Don’t look at me,” Daisy retorted, “I’ve been trying to get you to New York all afternoon.”

That’s what I get for marrying a brute of a man, a great, big, hulking physical specimen of a⁠—

After he got on crutches he used to take the temperatures so Ag would not have to get up from the bed.

They wanted to get married, but there was not enough time for the banns, and neither of them had birth certificates.

They were all about the hospital, and how much she loved him and how it was impossible to get along without him and how terrible it was missing him at night.

The kid came out and had to kill five bulls because you can’t have more than three matadors, and the last bull he was so tired he couldn’t hardly get the sword in.