The boy and girl came dripping out of the water.

The hair at the back of his head was dripping.

He could feel water dripping on his face and body.

When we got inside the water was dripping off of us.

A moment later they were out and running back, dripping.

When he brought his hands away, they were dripping blood.

I saw once this green thing dripping down the wall.

What was that dripping from the cut on her father's hand?

"Are you going to leave him there dripping all over my floor?"

The head, dripping water and blood, had only half a face.

He saw oil dripping onto what was left of his television.

"My hands would be dripping before I said all that."

But now she felt water, dripping cold onto her face.

He sat and felt it dripping off him like a physical thing.

He turned around to see her still standing there, dripping.

Blood was dripping from my hand where the glass had gone in.

Then she heard the sound of water dripping into a pool.

He stopped, water dripping off him, in front of one.

I'm looking at him and I see blood dripping off from somewhere.

I could feel blood running down and dripping off my sides.

It was the skin of a man, dripping blood still.

He looked down to see blood dripping from his fingers.

Blood still dripped down my hand from where she'd cut me.

Players kept leaving the field with blood dripping from them.

There was the sound of water dripping in the distance.

Here's how to figure out what is behind the drip.

She looked at me as if I was a total drip.

I used to think you were just a nice little drip.

On the other side of the bed stood her drip stand.

Other than the drip of water from the leaves, there was no sound at all.

We expect to get a drip going in ten minutes at the outside.

No one offered me a drip, so I still remember what came out of her that day.

Now he attended to the drip of his own blood.

The only sound was the steady drip of the water.

She could hear the drips of water from the trees.

She takes a pill and once a week gets a drip.

There is a large drip of paint on the floor.

But she stepped back to let him come inside and drip.

Again he felt blood drip down the side of his scalp.

They connected up the drip, set it running and turned him on to his side.

Instead from her eyes came the slow drip of tears.

Most of the time, everyone has long left the building, lost interest and moved on to celebrate some other first drip.

He was on a drip for three months but came through the treatment and made a full recovery.

In theory there should be the drip of water, but the air felt quite dry.

But there will be some sort of physical drip line around this hole, right?

Then very slowly the water trails off to a drip.

For those like her with no relatives, the drips are kept running.

There was blood on the mirror running in long drips.

What if the pace is more like a slow drip?

She walked to the other side of the bed to increase the drip, waiting a few minutes before his eyes closed.