gushes

“I just got my nails done,” gushes Michael C. Hall, extending his manicured, silver digits towards me.

It will always ring hollow when people try to turn it into a product—no matter how much Bill Clinton gushes over it.

Angie is cramping, which she expected, but gushes to me that she loved the nurses.

In this surreal footage, water gushes into the Brooklyn Battery Tunnel.

“Acting with Bill Murray—another dream come true,” gushes Colman.

Its gushes of sound rolled along the valley, and up the side of the great hills.

The wind that impelled them came in great gushes of its power, as their changing shapes, and rapid motion gave full evidence.

Hearing his voice and not seeing him, you thought of a pure spring that gushes suddenly out of the dark and grudging earth.

If blood, issuing from a wound, gushes in distinct pulsations, then we know that an artery has been severed.

But the sentimentalist who gushes over ills, real or imaginary, can commonly be brought to book easily enough.