Bring

Waiter, please bring me a single malt whiskey.

Ne take noon hede to brynge togidere þe parties of þe boon þat is to-broken or dislocate, til viij. daies ben goon in þe wyntir, & v. in þe somer; for þanne it schal make quytture, and be sikir from swellynge; & þanne brynge togidere þe brynkis eiþer þe disiuncture after þe techynge þat schal be seid in þe chapitle of algebra.

At twilight in the summer[…]the mice come out. They[…]eat the luncheon crumbs. Mr. Checkly, for instance, always brought his dinner in a paper parcel in his coat-tail pocket, and ate it when so disposed, sprinkling crumbs lavishly[…]on the floor.

A waiter brought his aperitif, which was a small scotch and soda, and as he sipped it gratefully he sighed. ¶ ‘Civilized,’ he said to Mr. Campion. ‘Humanizing.’[…]‘Cigars and summer days and women in big hats with swansdown face-powder, that's what it reminds me of.’

Next month, Clemons will be brought before a court presided over by a "special master", who will review the case one last time.

The new company director brought a fresh perspective on sales and marketing.

“[…]it is not fair of you to bring against mankind double weapons ! Dangerous enough you are as woman alone, without bringing to your aid those gifts of mind suited to problems which men have been accustomed to arrogate to themselves.”

Let's bring our differences to an issue.

The controversial TV broadcast brought a storm of complaints.

Seeing her brought the memories flooding back and tears to my eyes.

It has jailed environmental activists and is planning to limit the power of judicial oversight by handing a state-approved body a monopoly over bringing environmental lawsuits.

It seems so preposterous a thing[…]that they do not easily bring themselves to it.

What does coal bring per ton?

The closer Jones can really bring it.

You want to bring the rook and then start pushing your pawns.

Near-synonyms: ring-a-ding, ding-a-ling

Having a telephone was a novelty; the cat certainly thought so as Charlie would yowl every time it rang, just in case the “bring bring” sound was not sufficient enough to bring to your attention that someone was attempting to contact you telephonically.

A shrill bring bring sounded down the hall. The doorbell? Nope, the phone. I hesitated, drawn by the bath’s enticing promise. Bring bring. Let the phone ring.

I get up from the bed and walk to the wardrobe and all the while the phone keeps on ringing. It’s one of the basic ringtones that you get on every mobile, a bring-bring sound.

A gentle bring-bring sounded with interruption. A phone on a side table next to Victor Zarruq.