Give him an inch and he'll take a yard.
Even though my friend was a vegetarian, I didn't tell him that the soup had some meat in it.
For him, hunger was an abstract concept. He had always had enough food.
Though Tom's English seems quite good at times, he doesn't seem to know his limitations and it's impossible to convince him that he's wrong when he makes a mistake.
Just a minute, please. I'll call him to the phone.
I not only gave him some advice, I also gave him a bicycle.
Now and then I think of divorcing him. "You must be kidding!"
It must have been something really big for him to strike a triumphant pose like that.
Nobody likes him, because he is always blowing his own horn.
A group of militia saw him and began shooting.
I can't remember what question I asked him.
The only way to handle him is to let him think he is having his own way.
His family and his doctor urged him not to go.
I'll get in touch with Tom by telephone tomorrow and ask him to give us a hand.