Uh-oh

Uh-oh, here comes another lecture. How typical. This guy has something to say about everything.

Uh-oh. He knew I was lying - saw right through me. I didn't know what to say.

"Your Majesty, here I come — uh-oh, ah!" "Ow! You shitface! You crashed into me!" "Has your face been harmed? I'm sorry." "No shit, Sherlock! Look at my face." "Your face looks fine to me." "It hurts." "Whatever." "Fix my face." "..." "Fix it!" "Whatever."

Uh-oh! Mommy's home. You better clean up the mess.

Uh-oh! Dark storm clouds are gathering over the lake.

Uh-oh, here comes another lecture. This guy likes to show he has something to say about everything.

Uh-oh! I think we are in trouble.

Uh-oh! I made a mistake.

Uh-oh. I emerged from the Underground station at London King's Cross the other day to find a dense throng of people filling the main line station's concourse.