Can do Quote by Brian Clough

The truth is I quite like to dress in jeans and a woolly jumper.

— Mireille Enos

When I was younger, I used to be a high jumper before I switched to hurdles.

— Liu Xiang

The days of an open mic night when I'd rock up in an old jumper are over.

— Katy B

If Anthony Johnson ever gets a jumper, who's going to stop him?

— Bill Walton

I got a nice jumper on me, and i'm not just bragging.

— Bow Wow

Security, we have a jumper! Security?

— CM Punk

She looks like a jumper to me. Jumpers do that a lot, stand on the edge and stare out. Never kill yourself in a…

— Maureen Johnson

My on-the-court game was ordinary. I had a jumper but needed screens. I could go right but not left.

— Marv Albert

In fashion design, you can divide people into two groups. You have people who come with an aesthetic that is there forever, even if…

— Raf Simons

LaMarcus Aldridge, his midrange game, his turnaround jumper is awesome.

— Pascal Siakam

“Matar slowly approached the coffee and picked it up carefully, like it might bite him. He removed the lid and sniffed. "It's not poisoned," I said. "What are you? You conjure things from nowhere." "Perhaps I'm an afrit, a genie. Perhaps I'm an angel." Cox watched this exchange with interest. "Perhaps you are Shaitan," said Matar. I raised my eyebrows and Cox obligingly said, "Satan." I smiled a smile that didn't touch my eyes. The blood drained from Matar's face. "Perhaps," I said. "Welcome to hell.”

— Steven Gould

Once I start shooting that jumper, I feel like I will be one of those guys that is hard to stop.

— Ben Simmons

NBA's spacing's really helped. Teams gotta really respect my jumper.

— Kyle Kuzma

“I told her about my revenge on Topper the attempted rapist and the guy at the transient's hotel in Brooklyn, and, finally, I told her about stealing the money. "You did what?" She sat straight up in her chair, her eyes wide, her mouth open. "Shhh." Other diners were staring at us, frozen in silent tableau, some with forks or spoons halfway to mouth. Millie was blinking her eyes rapidly. Much quieter, she said, "You robbed a bank?" "Shhh." My ears were burning. "Don't make a scene." "Don't shush me! I didn't rob a bank." Fortunately she whispered it. The waiter walked up then and took our drink order. Millie ordered a vodka martini. I asked for a glass of white wine. I didn't know if it would help, but I figured it couldn't hurt. "A million dollars?" she said, after the waiter left. "Well, almost." "How much of it is left?" "Why?" She blushed. "Curiosity. I must look like a proper little gold digger." "About eight hundred thousand." "Dollars!" The man at the next table spilled his water. "Christ, Millie. You want me to leave you here? You're fifteen hundred miles away from home you know.”

— Steven Gould

I wanted a jumper. After all, in Shetland you are in the land of the Fair Isle sweater. But then everyone said to avoid…

— Douglas Henshall