Lon, count three.

One, two, three.

Ahh, three hundred.

You're on float number three.

- of three bears. - Yeah, I know.

So we've got three wonderful angles:

Housemaster for you three little dears?

-No kidding! -Started about three years ago.

Three more days, you'd have been gone.

Three. Oh, you bite your nails too.

But, no. One bean and three men.

Three minds with but a single thought.:

Three letters, Your Honor, are hardly positive proof.

Why hasn't the Inquirer a three-column headline?

If it were one man and three beans...

We've had your bungalow wired for three months.

It happened about three years ago in Connecticut.

I'm conducting this examination. What is three times five?

I have three letters. They're addressed simply, "Santa Claus."

Donner's antlers have got four points instead of three.