The buyer held up delivery and the juice went bad as a result.

The peanut butter was good and the orange juice went down in two long drafts, but it wasn't enough.

He smiled real big, like I had said the right thing, then went and brought us our juice.

The orange juice went into a plastic pitcher that had seen much better days; the tumblers each acquired a few ice cubes.

The juice went down forty, fifty, sixty below zero.

He gave the spit a quick, savage turn so that the juices went flying into the flames with a loud crackling sound.

And all the juice gone on the floor.

"All of a sudden the juices are going, and I get really excited," the rejuvenated baseball pitcher said.

So the juice will go right to power-starved consumers without being dissipated in long transmission lines, he said.

The lemon juice went in a drop at a time.