Quotes About Drill

Few witnesses agree, and fewer still were granted a glimpse of the Incredible Bone-Shaking Drill Engine. Its course took it under the earth and down hills, gouging up the land beneath the luxurious homes of wealthy mariners and shipping magnates, under the muddy flats where sat the sprawling sawmill, and down along the corridors, cellars, and storage rooms of general stores, ladies' notions shops, apothecaries, and yes ... the banks.

The selection rate is less than three per cent. Most of us can't crack these tests, basic probability. But who will drill it into our parents' heads?

I've been to the dentist several times, so I know the drill.

BP had a lease to drill. They did not have a lease to pollute the Gulf of Mexico. They did not have a lease to blow oil into the environment. They did not have a lease to disperse the oil and try to hide the body. They don't have a lease to clean up.

Every drill instructor knows that leadership is something to be cultivated and that virtually every recruit has the potential.

Plus, magic just doesn't feel like a tool. Can you imagine how boring it would be if casting a spell were like turning on an electric drill? But it's not. It's irregular and beautiful. It's not an artifact, it's something else, something organic. It feels like a grown thing, not a made thing.

I am seeing youts getting off the street. They talk about drill and its influence and how it's bad blah, blah, blah, but all I'm seeing is it's getting youts off the streets.

Repetition is the mother of skill."

They had three cadences, these spectral drummers, which they called First Kings, Second Kings, and Revelations. Going into a fight, they went from one cadence to another with no apparent signal until the officers began to shout commands and men began to fall. Then the drummers began a solemn drill beat that Bushrod believed would be the muttering undertone of every nightmare he would ever have.

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the words I once learned during an office safety drill: Pull, aim, squeeze, sweep. Pull, aim, squeeze, sweep.

Believe me, you have to have a certain confidence in your powers of descretion to let a dentist loose with a drill in your mouth less than an hour after you've...um...entertained his wife.

You know the drill. 18 is legal. 17 with consent. 16 with a note. 15 if her dad's in the room. Low five!

I think we should drill up in Alaska.

Left! Right! Left! Right!" Dr. Carbles yelled as we marched. "Stop lagging behind, kindergarteners!" Dr. Carbles had us march around the playground a million hundred times. I thought I was gonna die.

Left! Right! Left! Right!

Repetition is the key to learning.

If you drill, there's going to be a spill. It's axiomatic.

They are not racist. They'll drill and mine the land of white ranchers and farmers too if they think their area is "resource rich." So we told those white folks: "You'll be next, you'll be the next Indians.

The drone in my ear, it's like the tornado drill in elementary school, the hand-cranked siren that rang mercilessly, all of us hunched over on ourselves, facing the basement walls, heads tucked into our chests. Beth and me wedged tight, jeaned legs pressed against each other. The sounds of our own breathing. Before we all stopped believing a tornado, or anything, could touch us, ever

Your attention please. This is not a rehearsal. This is not a drill. This is your life. Make the most of it. Become a hero. Bring the ultimate cosmic journey – your journey – to its appointed end. Become God.

We installed something Dean called "the persistence drill," which tested their stamina: they had to make consecutive full-court layups for two straight minutes—and if they missed, start over. On the defensive end, they had to make seven straight defensive stops before they could get off the floor.