Helen wanted me to tell her about it.
You wanted the horse ranch?
My imagination carried me so far that I even had the refusal of several farms--the refusal was all I wanted--but I never got my fingers burned by actual possession.
Alex wanted the safari.
I guess she just wanted to say goodbye.
Carmen wanted to shrivel out of sight.
It was the way she wanted it as well.
She wanted to know if men were shooting in the sky when she felt the thunder, and if the trees and flowers drank all the rain.
Most girls wanted to be a princess at some point in their youth, though she couldn't specifically remember that wish.
This morning, while she was washing, she wanted to know the name for "water."
Count Rostov's mouth watered with pleasure and he nudged Pierre, but Pierre wanted to speak himself.
One side of her wanted to press on until she got some answers.
Maybe he wanted to look at the house too.
Right now she wanted to talk to Dulce.
I wanted her to write to her Uncle Frank this morning, but she objected.
I only wanted to know your opinion, and Anna Pavlovna let Pierre go.
Her heart was full of trouble, and she wanted to talk about it.
You and Jonathan wanted to go.
He was respectful of her concerns, but they didn't see eye-to-eye on any of it - except the fact that they both wanted another child.
Maybe Alex wanted to be in control because he had been dominated all his life.
Whatever it was, she wanted to know.
She wanted to cry.
Considering the information Katie had just disclosed, it wasn't surprising that he wanted to be in control - or that he had chosen a wife who asked few questions.
Prince Andrew had loved his wife, she died, but that was not enough: he wanted to bind his happiness to another woman.
If his tone was any indication, he wanted more.
If you have everything you have ever wanted, you have less to gain and more to lose by invading your neighbor.
One day, when I wanted her to bring me some water, she said: Legs very tired.
At the moment, all she wanted was to be snuggled close.
Later Helen came to my room, looking very sad, and wanted to kiss me.
I'm not all that secretive, but you were the one who kept telling me that if he wanted you to know, he'd tell you.
She wanted to find, and still seeks, some secret motive in our actions.
Alex might have convinced himself that he wanted a simpler lifestyle.
She felt that he wanted to say something to her but could not bring himself to do so.
She and the countess and Sonya were standing by themselves as in the depths of a forest amid that crowd of strangers, with no one interested in them and not wanted by anyone.
Only one thing, no more women are wanted in my house--let him marry and live by himself.
He took us to drive one afternoon, and wanted to give Helen a doll; but she said: I do not like too many children.
"Well, dear heart," said he, "I wanted to tell you about it yesterday and I have come to do so today.
He always wanted to be a veterinarian.
She wanted to know who made fire under the ground, and if it was like the fire in stoves, and if it burned the roots of plants and trees.
She found the word "brown" in her primer and wanted to know its meaning.
Commander of the third company wanted by the general!... commander to the general... third company to the commander.
He looked at them without understanding who they were, why they were there, or what they wanted of him.
We all knew about his family, but the way he acted, it was as if he wanted to hide them from us.
After all, he knew Katie too, but they only wanted the people he knew before he met his wife - excluding his sister.
Of course - and he wanted to be there as much as she did.
My teacher told me Tuesday that you wanted to know how I came to wish to talk with my mouth.
I guess the only thing he wanted more than that was a good woman and children.
He knew exactly what he wanted and I told him we would buy it for him.
Not because she wanted the money, but because it might become an issue.
Long ago, before Gutenberg, if you wanted to know something, you had to memorize it.
Man wanted a home, a place of warmth, or comfort, first of warmth, then the warmth of the affections.
"You will be called in when you are wanted," he said.
He wanted to protect her and preserve her innocence.
No one wanted to feel forced into anything.
Most of all, he wanted to change the subject.
She wanted to show it to the little boy in the seat behind us.
There were many things Petya wanted to say to the drummer boy, but did not dare to.
Her father objected to this because he wanted a more distinguished and wealthier match for Andrew.
She wanted nothing more.
Alex and Jonathan wanted to help decorate, but there were some basic things that could be done.
He hesitantly announced to Carmen one evening that he wanted to learn to play a guitar.
He came to town and wanted to invite me to dinner--I gave him a pretty dinner!...
Felipa looked like she wanted to eat the words.
Probably because he didn't know how to handle the situation - and Alex always wanted to be in control.
She wanted me to tell him - and you.
I can imagine why she wanted you to tell me.
Yes... I just wanted to let you know that the twins were born this morning.
Right now all he wanted to do was get it over with.
Not like I wanted to take him away from the man who had been a Dad to him.
If they wanted what he and Carmen had, why didn't they go out and find it?
Carmen thought she wanted him to make the decisions, but she wanted to be involved with the process.
Connie packed and left that evening after work, still expressing her concern and insisting that Lisa call her if she wanted to talk.
I just wanted to ask you a question.
He had volunteered his help, and now he was going make his offer good... whether he wanted to or not.
On the other hand, if he wanted to harm her, he might snatch the stick from her and use it as a weapon against her.
How come them soldiers wanted you with them?
If he wanted to discuss her father, it was going to be a one-sided conversation.
She wanted to ask him to slow down, but she was already holding him back.
She wanted to hit him.
No wonder the cavalry wanted you bad enough to pay you twice what they thought Pete might pay.
If that was the way he wanted it that was the way he would get it.
She wanted to tell him how much he was like her father.
She wanted to inflict pain.
She wanted to hate Bordeaux for what he had done, but like a shameless hussy, she still longed to hear his voice - feel his touch.
Bordeaux had found what he wanted and claimed his prize.
I told Bordeaux if he wanted to buy it, he'd have to talk to you.
You might as well know right now that I wanted to buy your ranch so I could use the creek.
I know, and I guess I was deliberately a little evasive because I wanted you to learn to trust me.
He said she deserved the rest and he wanted her to keep in touch with her friends.
People always wanted what seemed unobtainable.
By the end of the second day, she had adapted to the guests and felt completely at ease - a state that Claudette apparently wanted to shatter.
Dad would have given her anything she wanted.
The last thing she wanted was a reluctant husband.
I rationalized myself right into his bed – right where I wanted to go.
It was plain that Cade was content with things the way they were, but she wanted more.
It made no sense, but neither did the sudden craving for peanut butter that dragged her to the kitchen, where yet another man she wanted to avoid was lounging.
All I wanted was a chance with you.
He wanted to see me, and I was standing close by, outside the door.
You know, love, I wanted to tell you...
Alex had invited her to look at his financial files any time she wanted, and yet it seemed an intrusion on his privacy.
If he wanted to see Mary, why did he have to drag her along?
Well, he did say he would go because she and Jonathan wanted to.
We both wanted a baby.
He wanted my opinion.
He merely wanted to establish his authority, so the others would follow his lead.
She wanted to tell him how much she missed him - how much she wished he was there, but he might jump in the truck and travel dangerous highways.
I suppose he wanted to help.
The tongue is so serviceable a member (taking all sorts of shapes, just as is wanted),--the teeth, the lips, the roof of the mouth, all ready to help, and so heap up the sound of the voice into the solid bits which we call consonants, and make room for the curiously shaped breathings which we call vowels!
Also, our sentences wanted room to unfold and form their columns in the interval.
Though in the new reign he was free to return to the capitals, he still continued to live in the country, remarking that anyone who wanted to see him could come the hundred miles from Moscow to Bald Hills, while he himself needed no one and nothing.
Yes, I wanted it to end quicker....
She was surrounded, and they wanted to kill her and had wounded some of her people.
They wanted Dad to annul the marriage - even cut off any money for Mom.
Zeb also wanted to see his home, and although he did not find anyone morning for him, the sight of Hugson's Ranch in the picture made him long to get back there.
When they wanted to move the boat from one place to another they had to pole it; that is, they pushed against a long pole, the lower end of which reached the bottom of the stream.
Without changing his careless attitude, Pierre looked at them over his spectacles unable to understand what they wanted or how they could go on living without having solved the problems that so absorbed him.
"What does harm to another is wrong," said Pierre, feeling with pleasure that for the first time since his arrival Prince Andrew was roused, had begun to talk, and wanted to express what had brought him to his present state.
He knew that he must do something to put an end to this suffering, but what he wanted to do was too terrible.
Certainly she wanted to feel special to Alex - and did.
It was as if she wanted to show him that his losses were an achievement that made her love him all the more, but Nicholas now considered himself unworthy of her.
Well, let him think what he wanted.
Was that what Dulce was arguing with him about - that he didn't know what he wanted?
Alex knew very well what he wanted.
If he had passed Dulce over, it was because she wasn't what he wanted.
I wish that was all she wanted.
Lisa watched the two of them, sensing that there was something neither of them wanted to mention.
I just wanted to ask him something.
On the other hand, who wanted the odors of animals drifting through their house all the time?
What was down that path that no one wanted to talk about, and why did Giddon insist that his houseguest should not wander around alone?
But then, there was the package, and the money he wanted back.
That's why I wanted you to look for me.
Did he say what he wanted?
For a moment she wanted to retract the part about being entertainment, but when he spoke she realized it might have been exactly what she needed to say.
Didn't he know that the more he didn't want her to see it, the more she wanted to see what it was?
I don't know what he wanted, but he certainly put you in a reflective mood.
Nothing she wanted to confess.
It wasn't something she wanted to talk about.
No. I only wanted to pick up a few pictures and pay some bills.
Because he wanted to make me look bad in your eyes.
Her hands were shaking and her knees wanted to buckle.
No, a restraining order wouldn't stop him from finding me if he wanted to, and it might just make him mad enough to do something worse.
The only difference was that she wanted Yancey to kiss her, not Howard.
It wasn't a relationship she had planned or wanted – until now.
Now she wanted it more than life itself.
If he wanted to hurt me, he could follow me in my car.
Right now all he wanted out of her was absence.
You wanted nice things, so you substituted your family for a conscience.
They wanted her out of the way, or at least silent.
He wanted you to get rid of me.
Yeah, he wanted me to get rid of you, all right.
I would never stop you from going to college or doing anything else you wanted to do.
I can see why you wanted to keep this a secret.
If I wanted someone to organize my life, I would have stayed back in Muskogee with my parents instead of moving here.
I made the mistake of telling her that parents of two of the girls wanted me here to protect them from thieves and murderers.
They wanted to stay at the party.
How could she blame him if he wanted to call the marriage off?
This is the way he wanted it.
Nobody wanted this to happen, but don't let his death be a complete loss.
"I think they wanted some privacy," Adrienne finally said.
If he wanted the relationship to end, she wasn't going to cling to him shamelessly.
If you had left when Brandon wanted you to, you still couldn't have done anything.
I wanted to stay, but I thought you wanted to be alone with your mother.
She wanted to ask him how long he would stay at the ranch, but she couldn't think of a way to word the question that didn't sound insensitive.
Adrienne felt the rage tearing at her lungs, plucking at her nerves until she wanted to twist Julie's neck off.
Sure, they had spent more time wandering on the ranch, but that was only because Brandon wanted to get her alone.
Brandon must have wanted something different as well.
Last time we talked, you sounded like you never wanted to see me again.
I love that ranch and I wanted to stay there.
She could wear men's clothes and crack that whip all she wanted, but she was still a woman at heart - and he knew it.
Let them all think what they wanted.
All he wanted was the ranch.
She wanted to talk to Bordeaux about it, but they were moving so fast that conversation was impossible.
The last thing she wanted was rivalry among the men.
So he still wanted to marry her.
She wanted to run but her feet wouldn't move.
She wanted to scream at him, but her vocal cords were paralyzed.
I thought I wanted to stay that way.
"That's all I wanted to hear," he interrupted with a grin.
I know she wanted him to come back.
She wanted a permanent relationship with him - marriage.
She had always wanted children, although this wasn't the way she had intended to start a family.
Much as she wanted the baby, she felt adoption was the best choice.
She wanted the best for it - better than what she had.
I wanted to know what I could do to help you.
I wanted you to say something - anything.
Instead, you acted like you wanted to forget the whole thing.
If you wanted to marry me, why did you tell me you only wanted to spend a few nights with me?
You said marriage was for people who wanted to spend a lifetime together, not a few nights.
I wanted you to tell me that wasn't your sole reason for wanting to get married.
I wanted a wife and children, but I didn't want to risk losing them because of the ranch.
I thought she would have wanted him to wear them.
I think she just wanted to get him off her back.
I could tell Quinn wanted to change the subject.
I'm sure he meant well, but his lecture wasn't what Howie, and to a lesser extent Betsy, wanted to hear.
When my aunt practically insisted he visit me, I was scared to death wondering what he knew or why he wanted to come.
I wanted it to be your Alder's Bridge too.
I wanted to stop and see it for myself.
Howie wanted to wait until we were all together.
I knew he desperately wanted to pursue Howie's never-before-encountered ability as far as it would go.
Betsy was awake when I returned home and wanted to know what delayed me.
I wanted to be sure he was at home and hopefully alone.
I knew what I was about to say was far more than I wanted to offer.
There was a lion in the linen closet and no one wanted to reach for the towel.
This Cooms guy said he'd fix us up any place we wanted, didn't he?
We wanted a firm economy, reasonable real estate costs, and a good school system.
There was no question he wanted to nail Mr. Jude Bryce.
Howie simply wanted to see who was in the assigned hotel room sometime during the weekend.
I just wanted to see a bit of your city before I drive to your car.
The director wanted me to help as much as I could but if someone was getting too close, I was to drop it.
"I wanted Julie to come out here," he said the second day he was away.
While I wanted to wake Betsy and explain the situation I felt following Julie's directive might free her to be more forthcoming.
While Martha was as upset as Betsy and I, she wanted no part in resolving the matter.
She harbored suspicions as a result of Howie's dreams and wanted to know if they were true.
I've wanted desperately to talk to you!
You've wanted this all your life; admit it.
I woke him up but he listened intently while I explained what I wanted he and Howie to do.
Naw. I just wanted to know how much I left on the table.
You're the third person who wanted them.
I couldn't sit still in the office alone and I frankly I wanted the company of my wife.
We turned the phone over to Molly who wanted to offer her condolences to Howie.
I wanted to say the entire French Foreign hiding in the other room but before I could speak, we both could barely hear a voice.
I wanted to ask questions but a medic stuck a needle in my arm.
Anyone you know who wanted to kill him?
Yes, I thought, there were scores of people who wanted to murder Howie.
He wanted to know if there was anyone else in the house.
Quinn is gone and we couldn't do anything more if we wanted to.
Because it's your life, Howie, I wanted to say but didn't.
The guy driving is wanted nationwide for a number of murders!
Molly wanted to fix supper on her own which both Betsy and I were thankful to let happen.
She wanted to explain herself more thoroughly but I shushed her and continued with business.
It would be the first time in an airplane for her and she wanted details of what to expect.
I felt compelled to follow but I wanted to hear more.
Howie was patient but I wanted some time to talk to my wife in privacy.
I wanted to add, instead of just you, but I didn't.
They're okay with your statements but they wanted to talk to your other pals, the LeBlancs.
I wanted to shout something like Dracula is out of his casket and has a thirst for my wife's A-negative blood, but I bit my tongue and begged that this was truly an emergency.
I wanted to remind this troubled soul of the good he'd wrought but thoughts of Betsy prevented my saying the words.
I knew he wanted to remain close to Julie so I said nothing further about trying to go back.
I was sure he wanted to know about the tipster and when he asked me outright if it was I, I knew I was correct.
Try as I might, I couldn't fix the time or the location anywhere close to the present where we wanted to be.
The detective seemed unconvinced until I told him John Luke Grasso wanted something from my friend and he might have contacted him.
He was annoying, and she wanted him to leave her alone.
All he ever wanted to do was play with his stupid baseball, and she'd taken it and thrown it into the forest.
He'd always wanted a big brother and idolized Aaron.
That level of agony was something she never wanted to go through again.
Her heart leapt, and she stood, halfway to him before his sharp look reminded her he wasn't someone she wanted to approach.
Sofi wanted her watched for some reason.
Bianca looked at him, and he ignored the sense she wanted to be alone with her brother.
"You think I wouldn't have killed you by now if I wanted to?" he challenged.
But I don't know what he wanted with you.
And the fact the Black God wanted her.
His thoughts went to the memory he wanted nothing more than to forget forever.
His body screamed for him to follow and let Toni handle whatever it was Iggy wanted.
No sooner had he opened his eyes than he heard the voice he least wanted to hear.
Her evolving power told her more than she wanted to know, even before she faced him.
I've always wanted to go to Europe.
He'd wanted her, but he kept his distance.
He wanted to lose himself in her warmth and liveliness on his last night.
He wanted Bianca back.
He wanted Darian dead.
She didn't want to die; she wanted to be with him, even if only during the nights.
No woman would ever be more than second to a man like that, but being the woman who was second in his world sounded better than anything else she'd ever wanted.
Dusty wanted nothing more than to order Darian back to Ohio to finish one mess before dragging them into another.
I just wanted to say hi before you left.
She didn't believe she'd turn into a princess any more than she believed she wanted anything to do with killing anyone.
He strode toward the end of the alley, wanting out of the rain as much as he wanted to talk to the intriguing woman over his shoulder.
Part of her wanted to return to her home that very night, and another part of her feared what she'd find if she did.
She looked him over again, certain he could escape any time he wanted.
Running up the stairs to the main floor, she wanted nothing more than to return to the safety of her room.
If the man didn't freeze down there, he'd die at the hands of her father and his strange delusion that this man wanted her dead.
I heard something in the basement and wanted to see what it was.
That man wanted to kill you.
Anyway, she wanted me to tell you to trust your instincts.
When it didn't morph into something else, she knew it was what he wanted.
She wanted more of Jule's magic caressing her from the inside, and his soft skin caressing her on the outside.
For the first time in her life, she wanted not to feel completely alone.
She wanted more … She shook her head and took a wet washcloth into the living room.
She wanted to think he was talking about more than her powers, but such an idea was out of the question.
She wanted to ask but didn't.
Satisfied it was getting what it wanted, the Watcher left him alone.
The more Damian dealt with them, the less he wanted to deal with them again.
The fact the mysterious creatures could find him whenever they wanted made him cautious about outright opposing them.
Still, he wanted them out of his hair—permanently.
He couldn't get over seeing his brother whenever he wanted, after so long without him.
She wanted to scream, cry, or flee.
Jenn had wanted to shoot him since meeting him, and she opened fire.
All I know is that I wanted them to stop beating me.
The training was part of what Damian wanted her there to do, and she mixed training with good old-fashioned spy techniques.
They wanted your head, too, but Damian set 'em straight, Dusty replied.
It might mean nothing, but I wanted to tell you.
She'd hoped … she'd wanted Jonny to be different.
The creature walking away from her wanted something, and she couldn't figure out what.
He almost refused before he realized he had no choice, if he wanted to help Yully survive and Damian defeat the Other.
"I always wanted a dog," Yully said.
Dr. Mallard wanted me to give you a call and schedule an appointment for tomorrow morning, first thing.
Just said he wanted it done soon because he wasn't taking any risks, even if she hadn't started transforming yet.
He wanted to keep it that way.
Sofia wanted to pound Jake's face in.
Suddenly, she wasn't so sure she wanted his help.
But he was so handsome, and she so amazed he wanted to go out with her, that she ignored the instincts warning her it would never last.
She didn't fear him—she wanted him.
By the glimmer in his eye, he wanted her to move.
Isn't it what you all wanted?
She shoved against him as hard as she could, knowing when he released her it was because he wanted to.
"I wanted to make sure you're okay," she said.
I wanted to explain things to you in a way you'd be able to understand.
He knew without touching her mind that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
If he made a choice, she wanted it to be the choice he'd make whether or not she was there.
At Clair's soft voice, Sofia wanted to throw up again.
There was one person she wanted to know more about.
Ikira wanted to meet you.
I wanted to welcome you.
"I wanted to see if you're to the point where you don't need human touch," Damian said, gesturing to the pictures.
It was irritating most of the time, like now when he wanted to get a quick response out of one.
She wanted to tell him about Claire, but she was afraid to.
She wanted to warn him about Claire… Later.
Sofia's words freed them from deep within his mind, and Dusty's hammering at the facts made it impossible for him to silence them as he wanted to.
Darian had even tried to warn him, and he'd never wanted to see what was in front of him.
He wanted her to see what he saw, the good his Guardians did for humanity, the courageous, selfless hearts of his men, the difference they made in fighting evil.
She wanted him, the man behind the titles and the power.
Damian's men were not the type she wanted to piss off.
Sofia stood as his hot gaze fell to her, sensing he wanted no stranger near the woman.
And if he didn't, you could leave him there and do whatever the hell you wanted for the day?
Or maybe he just wanted her out of the house so he could kill the traitors.
When he wanted, he could be as cold as Dusty.
She wanted him, God did she want him!
As much as she wanted him, needed him, she was terrified to take the final step that would make her his for eternity.
Let me guess, you asked him if he wanted a croissant?
She would never give this man the visions he wanted!
She took his face in her hands the way she had Damian the night he wanted to destroy the world and forced him to meet her gaze.
She didn't know if she'd hurt him enough to drive him away forever or if there was a sliver of him that still wanted her.
And then to waltz in and deliver such an important message at a time when he wanted nothing more than to remain infuriated with her for her actions ...
Since he was the one she wanted to learn to outsmart, in case things broke bad, she doubted he'd teach her anything.
If Darkyn wanted her to win, what had she forgotten to add to the terms, so she won?
She wanted to win, so she could return to Gabriel.
She wanted something as elusive as the scent.
Maybe he wanted to ensure I didn't kill you before we were bound.
She was almost ready to say whatever he wanted to get rid of him.
She wanted – needed – to taste him again.
On some level – in the newfound instincts that wanted to taste him – his words made sense.
She wanted him so bad, it hurt.
She'd been on the verge of dying, discussing how her impending death forced her to decide whether she wanted to live or mourn.
He wanted a mate.
"You got what you wanted," she objected.
She wanted to slap him, more because he was making it obvious how right Darkyn was.
She wasn't so sure she wanted to know what was behind that door.
She paused, knowing she shouldn't ask what she'd wanted to since finding out what he did.
Deidre wanted to deck him again.
She wanted to ask after Gabriel but didn't.
She also wanted to step outside and see the forest.
She wanted to think that Gabriel wouldn't turn his back on her so quickly.
She crossed the shadow world to the glowing portal that would take her where she wanted to go.
She wanted to cry again.
I wanted to see what you would do when confronted with the man you thought you were going to return to, he replied.
You wanted to rule Hell.
She wanted Gabriel to be happy but couldn't bear to see it, not when her own world was still so new and frightening.
She wanted to ask him why he chose this spot but was afraid to.
I saw how you were created from a seventeen-year-old boy who wanted nothing more than for your mistress to love you.
No part of her wanted to reveal what Gabriel told her or that she meant it when she said she would find a way to help him.
He is a fearless opportunist who has always wanted to be a god, and the deal was unofficial.
It was hard to imagine something that fed off depravity wanted peace.
I guess I wanted to see how you're faring.
If you were alive, I wanted to see if you had any … advice about how to deal with Gabriel.
She wanted to say no and walk away.
She wanted to make sure the woman whose gaze had gone from confident to sad ended up okay.
I had to be sure I even wanted you here.
His slow, cunning smile was not what she wanted to see.
As much as it didn't make sense, as much as his day job terrified her … She wanted Darkyn, more so now that she knew he had a side – however tiny – that was capable of caring for her and only her.
She planted her hands on her hips, tempted but not about to do it, now the she knew he wanted her to.
A look of pained yearning crossed the girl's face, as if she wanted badly to speak but couldn't.
Deidre squeezed her arm in reassurance, not at all certain what Harmony wanted.
I wanted the thought of having your baby to stay with me, even if I was mistaken.
I wanted the dream to last.
I had some stuff I wanted to take with me and I didn't have a suitcase so I grabbed a shopping cart.
He knew Cynthia wanted to update him on her talk with Martha, but both realized time was short as they planned to take Martha to dinner for her last night under Bird Song's wing.
It was as if she was being forced to divulge what she wanted to tell but had promised not to.
It wasn't a topic anyone wanted to broach—after all, this was supposed to be a cheery farewell dinner.
She snuggled next to him, usually an invitation for love, but tonight he sensed she just wanted to be held.
I wanted a bird to remind you of Bird Song, and that you're gonna fly back here real soon.
Dean telephoned the sheriff's office, crossing his fingers that the redheaded deputy Lady Larkin was out bagging the ten most wanted speeders.
He wanted to warn the young man to wear a bulletproof vest and keep his hands in his lap for protection.
Paul and Paulette babbled about Telluride and how they wanted an early start for the fifty-mile trip on this summer sunshine morning.
And this woman wanted him to kiss it off, to stay in a classroom?
He wanted to stay in New Jersey this fall.
The next-to-last thing Dean wanted was to have to look out for the safety of his stepfather—the last was going himself.
Neither wanted to retrace their steps to investigate.
Nothing. I so wanted something we could toss back in Fitzgerald's face.
Yes. We just wanted to see it for ourselves.
It got me thinking that if someone wanted the place, there must be a reason.
I wanted to ask Billy about teenage partying.
The jerk wanted me to buy him some booze and I wouldn't.
She wanted to make sure her stuffed owl SB was being hugged and Alice watered.
My lawyer wanted to toss him from the panel but I insisted he stay.
I wanted to stay there but I assumed my presence might make the Dawkins boys a tad uncomfortable.
They spouted some cock-and-bull story that their mother always wanted them to have the property.
Paul wanted me, not them, to have the land.
He wanted to make sure he had time to hook up with Billy Langstrom and question the young man, whom he knew would be there.
He wanted to tell her about meeting with Jennifer Radisson, but as soon as he started to speak, Fred O'Connor rushed up, a look of panic on his face.
By the sound of it, she just wanted the trunk for storage.
The young girl wanted to know about Fred, Maria, and Mrs. Lincoln and even asked about SB, her newly acquired stuffed owl.
Jennifer wanted to know the names of each flower and Cynthia was able to respond to most of her questions.
As much as Dean wanted to press his guest on the possibility that the bones were those of her father, he realized such a question was tasteless and inappropriate.
Besides, I didn't say I wanted to marry you, did I?
Dean could tell by the look on her face that Lydia wanted to forget about Billy Langstrom and the accident, but she answered.
Maybe Martha's coming back and the woman just wanted to know if we've been told!
I wouldn't wanted to be in this Josh fellow's shorts when Ed Plotke caught up with him!
"You said you wanted to grill her further but she'd been drinking too much," Fred said.
I wanted him to owe me.
I wanted to know about a prisoner.
He wanted to ask her about the bones but knew any such discussion would be the height of tastelessness for a long time to come.
Dean wanted to say the obvious—that the location was her suggestion—but held back.
Didn't get the other offer I wanted.
I just wanted you to know we're getting close.
All I really wanted was the land in the first place, and they approached me about settling.
Current events—our present life—was all we wanted.
By this time she was married to Bill Radisson and wanted nothing to do with Mulligan.
"Is Fitzgerald in there?" he asked, not sure he wanted to know the answer.
I figured you might come by and I wanted you to see it.
Weller seemed to consider just how much he wanted to know.