Now throw it away.

I was the cafeteria monitor. I saw potatoes not where potatoes are supposed to be.

Why would you throw a rock at a child? I just said I wouldn't.

Well, we have to throw something out. How about this box? No. Not my hats.

Well, we have to throw something out. How about this box? No. Not my hats.

I don't have an urge to fling my waste.

Oh, it's all dirty. You should throw this out. Okay.

He's gone. Holy cow.

Or adopt "Flipism," a pseudo-philosophy of life in which the most important decisions are made by the flipping of a coin.

You can't just throw everything in the closet.

Let's start by throwing out this box. Oh. Not that box. Do we really need this? That's my ship in a bottle.

I am a bit of an expert in throwing things.

And do you have the receipt? No, I think I threw it away.

She's got quite an arm there, doesn't she?

Hey, hey! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Leave Pam alone!

One of them could end up in the backseat of her car, or her shower.

Keep it. Don't throw that at me.

Don't take advice from a man who threw his shoe at a crow.

And that's Chandler climbing on Chandler. That's Leslie throwing bagels at him.

"Life is but a gamble. Let flipism guide your ramble."