A faulty carburetor sputters intermittently, causing the car to lurch.
After a long silence, the radio suddenly sputters to life.
He sputters a denial, but his eyes betray his guilt.
He sputters excuses, his face flushed with guilt.
He sputters his disagreement, unable to articulate a coherent argument.
He sputters in protest but quickly realizes he’s outnumbered.
He sputters with indignation at the unfair accusation.
He sputters, trying to explain his embarrassing mistake.
Her anger sputters like a wet fuse, threatening to ignite at any moment.
Her argument sputters due to lack of supporting facts.
Her attempts at charm sputters like a damp firework.
Her outrage sputters as she runs out of breath.
His anger sputters for a moment before he calms down.
His apology sputters out unconvincingly.
His defense sputters as the prosecution presents irrefutable evidence.
His defense sputters under intense questioning.
His initial enthusiasm sputters under pressure.
His justification sputters out feebly, failing to convince anyone.
His protests sputters against the overwhelming evidence.
His rebuttal sputters out weakly under the weight of the evidence.
His voice sputters out with emotion as he recounts the tragic event.
My attempt at humor sputters and falls flat.
My attempt to explain the complex theory sputters and becomes incoherent.
My attempts to start a fire with wet wood always sputters pathetically.
My confidence sputters when facing a difficult task.
My creative spark sometimes sputters, making it hard to write.
My efforts to fix the broken appliance sputters in failure.
My enthusiasm for the project sputters out as deadlines approach.
My initial confidence sputters and dies as the challenge becomes apparent.
My initial idea sputters as I encounter obstacles.
My inspiration sometimes sputters like a dying ember.
My motorcycle sputters when I try to accelerate too quickly.
My temper sputters whenever I see someone littering.
The air conditioner sputters before shutting down completely.
The bonfire sputters less intensely as the wood burns low.
The broken lawn sprinkler sputters a weak spray.
The broken pump sputters and leaks.
The broken speaker sputters out distorted sound.
The broken toaster sputters and burns the bread.
The campfire sputters and pops, sending sparks dancing into the night.
The campfire sputters its last embers into the night.
The candle sputters its last few flickers before going out.
The conversation sputters to a halt when the awkward silence descends.
The damaged hose sputters water under pressure.
The damaged microphone sputters during the recording.
The damaged printer sputters and produces a blurred print.
The damaged wire sputters sparks with each movement.
The damaged wiring sputters, emitting a burning smell.
The dying candle sputters, casting long, dancing shadows on the wall.
The dying flashlight sputters with fading light.
The exhaust pipe sputters, emitting black smoke.
The faulty connection causes the television to sputters and flicker.
The faulty connection sputters and cuts the signal.
The faulty generator sputters, plunging the house into darkness.
The faulty lightbulb sputters before finally burning out.
The faulty microphone sputters during the important presentation.
The fireworks sputters before launching into the night sky.
The flickering screen sputters with static interference.
The fountain pen sputters, leaving blots on the expensive paper.
The gravy sputters as it thickens in the hot pan.
The grease sputters in the frying pan, sending tiny hot droplets flying.
The indignant senator sputters with disbelief at the accusation.
The lawnmower sputters and stalls, leaving the yard half-mowed.
The leaking faucet sputters a rhythmic drip-drip-drip.
The leaky faucet sputters a continuous stream of water.
The malfunctioning device sputters erratically, emitting strange noises.
The malfunctioning robot sputters a series of nonsensical phrases.
The malfunctioning robot vacuum sputters around the room, missing spots.
The malfunctioning vending machine sputters and refuses to dispense a drink.
The news broadcast sputters momentarily due to a power surge.
The old car sputters and shakes its way up the steep hill.
The old car’s engine sputters and dies at every stop sign.
The old computer sputters and crashes, losing all unsaved data.
The old engine sputters and coughs, a testament to its age.
The old heater sputters and groans, struggling to produce warmth.
The old phonograph sputters, then finds its groove and plays the music.
The old printer sputters and jams, a frustrating daily occurrence.
The old projector sputters and shows blurry images.
The old radio sputters static between songs.
The old sewing machine sputters and skips stitches.
The old typewriter sputters and clanks, producing a messy page.
The outdated equipment sputters its last breath before failing completely.
The pilot reports the engine sputters intermittently, requiring an emergency landing.
The politician sputters platitudes, avoiding the real issues.
The pressure cooker sputters steam as it releases pressure.
The rain sputters against the windowpane, a prelude to a heavier storm.
The romance novels she writes always sputters out in the third chapter.
The rumor sputters to life and then quickly fades away.
The rusty chain sputters a complaint with each turn.
The rusty pipes sputters water, causing damage to the basement.
The soda sputters as I pour it over the ice.
The sound of the sputtering engine echoed through the deserted valley.
The sputtering engine was a warning to get off the road before it died completely.
The sputtering fire struggled to consume the damp kindling.
The sputtering flame gave the only light source for miles around.
The sputtering sound of the motor indicated a problem with the fuel line.
The storm sputters momentarily before unleashing its full force.
The volcano sputters with warning signs before erupting.
The water heater sputters before delivering hot water.
The wet wood in the stove sputters before finally catching flame.