The ones you can find all cost too much.

The lucky ones found men they could rule, or who loved them.

The educated ones had found jobs, settled all over the world.

Even these small ones with their own frailties find us guilty.

The little blue ones found with the body, on the blanket.

But the ones who turn to violence find it hard to turn back.

You may have to try a few different ones to find the one that's right for you.

The ones your police department has been finding around the city?

Of course not; the ones that are hungry enough will find a way.

But the bad ones had found her here, first.