I don't understand, he said.
He said he didn't understand.
He said that he understood.
The Golan Heights are a lonely, out-of-the-way place no one really cares about.
There is a dog besides a pool.
A sad man with a big backpack is walking through a grass trail up a hill.
A baby is standing outside holding a ball.
Perot and Ventura are fighting for the Republican nomination.
The man is in a room alone.