When the dog would try to leave the mat, she would say, Rover, on the mat, on the mat, on the mat.

It's a beautiful rug.

I hate this rug.

This rug has been cleaned.

I hate this rug.

Put the key under the mat.

I need a mouse pad.

Tom wiped his feet on the mat.

Tom rolled out his yoga mat.

No, no, no, no , no.

No! No!

No, no, no!

'No, no! What view do you take of my position?

Ha ha. No, no, no.

No holes, no fungi, no mycotoxins.

Move. No. Move. No. Move. No.

No. No. No. Wrong.

No. Again, no.

No, no, ahh ...

Yes, yes, promise!...'

Not appropriate. No. No.

No, I suppose not.

No means no.

No! Absolutely not!

No, she's out.

I have no children, no wife, no car, no credit.

No, no, no, no, no. I take attendance.

Voice No. No. You're not to do that. No.

No Development, No Peace

No War, No Famine

No, no, no. It's four minutes long.

No, I'm being told, No.

If not, not.

No, obviously not.

No water, no corrosion.

Why didn't I ask him?

'No, no I'll do it myself.'

No time, no money.

This rhetoric on the general strike is just incomprehensible.

No, I'm afraid not.

No, no, it's on me.

No, no! That's not right.

No context, no text.

No language, no nation.

No, no, no, shush. We've got to go quickly.