I'd get a soup plate and then slide the glass very carefully over to the edge of the table, and let the water run into the soup plate - it doesn't have to run onto the floor.

Tears fell from her eyes.

After she picked up the first glass and water went all over the place, she called the boss out.

They studied it a little bit, but they couldn't spend all day finding out what to do, so they finally picked up the other one, and the water went out again, all over the floor.

I burst into tears.

All of the milk was spilled.

The milk boiled over.

It is no use crying over spilt milk.

You've spilt your coffee.

I couldn't help but cry.