So I asked her if she felt pain, and she said: Which one's pain? Then what happened? Musgrave.

Oh, yeah, that is not quite right. And it hit my dead tooth.

My head hurts and I'm more tired than ever.

Erica, are you okay? Yeah, you know, maybe I ate too much. I keep getting these stomachaches. They come and go every few minutes.

Hey, doctor, my arm hurts. Can you fix it for me?

What are you guys doing? Try it. I can't feel a thing.

Does it hurt when I touch it? That's okay. No. No touching.

That hurts. Sorry. I saw Francis out there. He seems on edge.

What's your status? My chest hurts. I have broken my ribs. How are you?

The crab is pinching Grandpa Pig's finger. Ouch. Naughty, Mr. Crab.

Lacerated spinal column, cracked sternum, shattered collarbone, perforated liver, one hell of a headache.

Joints ache, bones and muscles are weaker, the heart doesn't beat with the same power it once did.

No, it's better to let Beth die of a heart attack. Enough. This won't hurt. I promise.

I don't care how much it hurts. I don't care how controversial it is. Your job is to find a way.

You tricked me. You didn't say one. It didn't hurt, did it?

Of course, we are fickle stupid beings with poor memories and a great gift for self-destruction.

How much will it hurt? It's just a tiny skin sample. You saw me do it to myself.

How are you feeling? My stomach aches, I got the chills, my mouth tastes weird, it hurts to swallow, and I've got a little double vision. Yeah. I'm feeling better, too.

Miss rabbit has tripped over one of Richard's toys. Oh, my ankle. I can still hop to work.

This time for real. Jim McKay, that hurts. I'm gonna just adjust these springs.