U-Um... I don't know the difference between the coffees...

there's no way to tell if your memories are real or a fairytale you just imagined.

I lost points on an English test because the teacher couldn't tell the difference in my handwriting.

We put them both into the chute to shuffle them when we finish.

I can't tell the seven of them apart!

More like a peasant now, sloshin' around in his own blood and shite. Be nothin' noble 'bout him.

One more word outta you and I'll scrap you so bad even Trauma won't know your ass from your elbow. Delta, now.

Do you know our friend Vivaldi is in possession of five canvasses by van der Knoob? Yet he cannot distinguish them from landscapes at five crowns apiece.

If she can't tell what's real and what's not, how will she continue to lead Hjaalmarch?