Jill Myers | Professional Voice Actor for Commercial & Video Games

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Every week this summer, Anka are giving away a great escape to the country worth £3,000. Look out for special packs in store. Anka, the free-range butter company.

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Right Mr. Clare, just to confirm your Caller order, that's one unspoilt view, 23 breathtaking sunsets, two excitable children running through the sprinkler, oh, 16 different bird species, three admiring comments about your begonias and nine family gatherings. That's amazing! At Caller, we don't just do home energy, we do underground tanks in your garden home energy. To switch now, visit Caller.co.uk Caller, igniting your day. Teas and teas supply.

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At the Halifax, we think it's all about people. People who get married and live happily ever after. People who get married and grow apart. People who are saving to get some sun in the med. People who just want to get to the end of the month. Dog people, cat people, iguana people. For us at the Halifax, people are everything. That's why we say, it's a people thing.

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Something new is happening at Homebase. We're making it even easier to have your dream kitchen with a stunning new range from kit and caboodle including work tops, appliances and all the finishing touches in the latest styles and colours. But don't just take our word for it. Come challenge us on style, challenge us on quality and challenge us on price even during competitor sales. Homebase. Always low prices.

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Boris needs regular check-ups after eating a tennis ball and having 18 inches of intestine removed. At Petplan, we pride ourselves on our breadth of cover, which allows us to pay 97% of all claims we receive. So whether your pet needs surgery and aftercare like Boris, or suffers from a congenital, hereditary or behavioural condition, Petplan can help settle your veterinary bill. Call or go online to insure your pet today.

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Time. It slips by doesn't it? But when you visit Lincolnshire, you can press pause. You can wander charming historic market towns, lose yourself in rolling countryside, or just sit back and relax at the beach. It's your time. Make it count. City, countryside, coast. It's time to visit lincolnshire.com Visit lincolnshire.com

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right I'm your official guide now before I show you around I'll just fill you in on a few details as we call them as you can see we're standing in the hall of the Howarth Parsonage where Howarth's parson the Reverend Bronte lived here with his daughters the famous Bronte sisters now alas no longer with us but they have left us their novels which I've not read being more of a Dick Francis note now if you pass by me into the parlour mind me vaccination this is what was known in those days as a parlour somewhat similar to our lounge type sitting room affair in modern terminology I'm afraid the wallpaper isn't the original period to which we were referring to it is actually Laura Ashley but I think it does give some idea of what life must have been like in a blustery old Yorkshire community of long ago

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My house has chicken legs. Two or three times a year, without warning, it stands up in the middle of the night and walks away from where we've been living. It might walk a hundred miles or it might walk a thousand, but where it lands is always the same. A lonely, bleak place at the edge of civilisation. It nestles in dark, forbidden woods, rattles on windswept, icy tundra and hides in crumbling ruins at the far edge of cities. At this moment, it's perched on a rocky ledge high in some barren mountains. We've been here two weeks and I still haven't seen anyone living. Dead people? I've seen plenty of those, of course. They come to see Baba and she guides them through the gate. But the real, live, living people, they all stay in the town and villages far below us.

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Mr. Bennet was among the earliest of those who waited on Mr. Bingley. He had always intended to visit him, though to the last always assuring his wife that he should not go. Until the evening after the visit was paid, she had no knowledge of it. It was then disclosed in the following manner. Observing his second daughter employed in trimming a hat, he suddenly addressed her with, I hope Mr. Bingley will like it, Lizzie. We are not in a way to know what Mr. Bingley likes, said her mother resentfully, since we are not to visit. But you forget, Mama, said Elizabeth, that we shall meet him at the assemblies, and that Mrs. Long has promised to introduce him. I do not believe Mrs. Long will do any such thing. She has two nieces of her own. She is a selfish, hypocritical woman, and I have no opinion of her.

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I'm fed up of sitting here waiting for him. It'll be another hundred years at this rate. What a life. Get up, feed every baby in the house, do everything else I can without cash, while he drinks it. Drinks it, drinks it, and shoves nothing my way except his fat, hard hands in bed at night. Why do we do it? Why do I stay? Always scrimping and scraping. He just takes the gyro and does what he wants with it. That's why I have to borrow. Borrow off everyone. I am like a bony rat, going here, going there, trying to sniffle something out. They help me. Oh, I'll bet you they ate me, really. God, I can't wait till the kids are older and I can send them.

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She and Donsonnie are head over heels in love. It started when she asked me if it would be wrong for her to write to him. First I said yes, and later I said no, it would be all right, as long as she showed me both sides of the correspondence. Then I arranged a meeting. But Donsonnie was so paralyzed with chivalry, he didn't lay a finger on her. All his energies go into writing her poems of great ingenuity and minimum impact. I tried to ginger things up by telling her it was Jercourt her mother intended her to marry. She was shocked enough to discover he was a geriatric of 36, but by the time I'd finished describing him, she couldn't have hated him more if they'd been married ten years.

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How this vile world is changed! In former days, prologues were serious speeches before plays, grave, solemn things as graces are to feasts, where poets begged a blessing from their guests. Armed with keen satire and with pointed wit, we threaten you, who do for judges sit, to save our plays, or else we'll damn your pit. But for your comfort, it falls out today. We've a young author and his first-born play. He prays, Bless me, what shall I do now? Hang me if I know what he prays, or how. And t'was the prettiest prologue as he wrote it, but the deuce take me if I hadn't forgot it. O Lord, for heaven's sake, excuse the play, because, you know, if it be damned today, I shall be hanged for wanting what to say. For my sake, then. Oh, but I'm in such confusion. I cannot stay to hear your resolution.

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Sometimes, when I go to visit my mother, I sit on the bus rehearsing conversations in my head. What shall I tell her today? How I finally lost those ten pounds she was always telling me were putting an extra strain on my heart. It's a matter of discipline, Julia. Or that I'm thinking of buying a new car. One of those mini Clubmans with the doors that open like barn doors. Whenever I see a mini Clubman, I always imagine a pig lying in straw in the boot. My mother wouldn't think that was amusing. She'd think it fanciful and silly. In her car, she kept travel suites in the glove box and a road map of Britain on the parcel shelf.

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I farted in yoga class. It was so loud, and I didn't die. My heart started pounding, but it did not explode. I thought I would be devastated, but I was not. Instead, something unexpected happened. I laughed. At first, a little giggle, and then a full-blown belly laugh. In fact, I laughed so hard that I farted again, and again, and again. I could feel people staring, but I didn't care. I thought I would care. Feel my palms growing clammy, my chest tighten. No, I felt a lightness, wonder, awe. Who knew I had so much air inside me?

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Welcome to Virgin Media. This video will take you through setting up your new kit step by step. It'll take just under an hour. You'll see this icon when we think it will be helpful for you to pause the video. First, we need to get you activated. Make sure you have your account number and area reference handy. You can find these on a recent bill. All done? Great. Let's start getting your old hub uninstalled. You might need a spanner for this bit.

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In today's competitive marketplace, happy customers are paramount to the success of any business. As such, for each and every project we take on, we aim not only to meet client expectations, but to exceed them. It's all very well saying this, but at DJS Research, we monitor our performance against these objectives. Results from our clients' customer satisfaction surveys are extremely positive. Currently, 99% of our clients since 2001 are satisfied with our service.

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I have a son, a little baby boy. I think of the smell of his skin, his tuft of brown hair. There is nothing I wouldn't do, nothing. Just, just hold him again. What do you want then? Tell me, please. I'll do anything, just tell me! Bastard!

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All undercover agents are broken. The emotional distancing required to be successful stems from trauma. And now, it's your duty to take advantage of the situation. Be under no illusion. The only place you are going is back behind a desk.

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I have to say this out loud. This is the best fun I've had since I watched Perseus. Hack off the head of Medusa and spawn the horned dragon Amphisbaena.

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Thanks, Frank. That should get it out the way. I don't know what happened. It just died on me. Ugh, bugger. Pardon my French, but bloody buggering thing. Why won't it start?

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You're fighting the Black Magic Brute. Why don't you roll in fish paste and swim through hagfish-infested waters instead? You won't win.

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I think in our attempt to lead a normal life, we may have oversteered. Look, when I was on that island, I missed the adventure. I missed us.

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It wasn't a one-off. It wasn't even the first time. But let me tell you this, it wasn't your campaign manager who leaked the story. But don't worry, those photos will pay far more than any divorce settlement you could have given me.