Let's get them, Knuckles.
You do have nice Knuckles.
Those are my brass Knuckles.
Get out and fix it, Knuckles.
Me? I was always all Knuckles.
Your wife has perfect Knuckles.
I could use some brass Knuckles.
Got some bruising on your Knuckles.
Hit with the top two Knuckles, okay?
A face full of Knuckles, that's what.
Did you get the empty bags, Knuckles?
Yeah, my Knuckles are feeling swollen.
What happened to your Knuckles anyways?
Okay, Knuckles! Start loading the moola.
Got my Knuckles all lined up for nothing.
Where are you keeping your brass Knuckles?
I've tried that once and only barked my Knuckles.
If it's brass Knuckles, how much pain should I portray?
And you wanna wrap it a little thicker over your Knuckles.
Now you're gonna start working him over with the brass Knuckles.
I'm gonna unload a heavy load of five fat Knuckles on your nose.
I'd give you a knuckle sandwich if I knew where my Knuckles were!
These marks are something smaller, maybe brass Knuckles or a ring.
These cuts and contusions on his Knuckles, they're defensive wounds.
Just like the skin on your Knuckles, the mind can be made callous as fuck.
Would you like those Knuckles to rub up against the grain of your wooden head?
Your Knuckles. The little joints in your toes.