You'd better go wash up and tell your Dad supper is ready.
I just wish you'd stop hiding everything from me.
You'd better stay in out of the weather... and get some rest.
I knew you'd be upset and there is nothing you can do... nothing I can do.
I wish you'd stop acting like I had a thousand guys on the string.
You'd have to know the whole story.
Oh sure, and if I started taking my clothes off, you'd tell me to stop, right?
All I know is that he's temperamental, and you'd better stay away from him.
You'd better sleep in.
No. But if I were trying to defend my honor, you'd be the one I would choose to take up there.
Unless you have someone you'd rather take?
I wonder if you'd still feel that way if your child was sick in the hospital.
If you want me to cook them, you'd better clean them up so they don't look like snakes.
You'd better put your hat back on.
Maybe you'd like to stick around here for a while to see if they show up.
Then you'd better start singing out.
You'd better give this some serious thought.
If you'd just tell him about the baby...
If you'd only said something - told me how you felt.
I thought about it, but I was afraid you'd get mad.
You'd think so and I guess he's curious about his past, but he's not as obsessed.
Think how much worse you'd feel if the town you visualized really existed.
I wish you'd let me come along with you.
About as you'd guess.
If you had any sense at all you'd known it was the earthquake.
You'd never miss ONE of them, I'm sure!
And if each of those billion people in turn shared a million of their life experiences, and you recorded them, you'd have an aggregate number of life experiences so large I had to look it up online.
You'd better scramble and get a chair even if it means elbowing little Timmy out of the way.
If you doubt it, you'd better come and see for yourself.
"You'd better go now, John," said his wife, with glistening and hopeful face; but John demurred.
You'd better listen more carefully!
We knew you'd say so.
"I knew you'd give permission... so I'll tell them," and, having kissed her mother, Natasha got up and went to the door.
You'd better lie down, said the countess.