What is your father's name?
"One of these wreaths." said the queen, "is made of flowers plucked from your garden.
"Take off your hat," said the chief.
You forgot all your good manners.
But I don't doubt your word in the least.
But are there any gentle, harmless animals in your fields?
"I think your mother would nail my hide to the wall," he responded as he finished putting his belt on.
You must either jump overboard into the sea or be slain with your own sword.
Mount your horse, and my own men will ride with you and see that you reach the end of your journey in safety.
Don't forget your manners.
Did the glass houses in your city grow, too?
Did your eyes dilate?
Your eyes... they are so unusual.
You said Eduardo was your cousin.
I did play with your watch.
I'm sorry, but you weren't going to speak in your behalf.
I saw his picture on your refrigerator.
"You speak to each other across the room with your eyes," she said as if it were some incredible feat.
"Is Mr. Hugson your uncle?" she asked.
"How are your brains?" enquired the little humbug, as he grasped the soft, stuffed hands of his old friend.
Houses are set on fire in your presence and you stand by!
The kitten could not have eaten your piglet--for here it is!
"Under the bed in your own room," was the reply.
Your debt is paid.
"I'm glad of that," said Jim; "for I, also, have a conscience, and it tells me not to crush in your skull with a blow of my powerful hoof."
All the piglets are exactly alike, so no one can dispute your word.
I came to learn the customs of your people.
Bring me your Sunday suit, Charlot.
"The power is in your hands," Dron rejoined sadly.
It is this: When you oil your beard, don't oil it too much, lest it soil your clothing.
For the other day, when you sat at dinner with your officers, I noticed that the wine made you act queerly.
"Didn't you ever see your father behave so?" asked the king.
"Are you still seeing with your mind's eye?" enquired the Scarecrow.
Or have you changed your mind about leaving tomorrow?
Your little Texas stud.
"Yes. Uncle Bill Hugson married your Uncle Henry's wife's sister; so we must be second cousins," said the boy, in an amused tone.
"Can your horse talk?" she asked.
"We shall throw you three people into the Garden of the Twining Vines," said the Princess, "and they will soon crush you and devour your bodies to make themselves grow bigger.
Get your coat on.
He gives you the trees in which to build your nests.
Perhaps your father is waiting to help in the kitchen.
"Well, then," said the teacher, "you may take your slate and go out behind the schoolhouse for half an hour.
"Elihu Burritt, take your place on the floor," said the master sternly.
"If I had answered your questions differently, I should have told a lie," said Otanes; "and none but cowards tell lies"
Does the sun shine in your country?
Put on your white dress.
Where do you carry your gold?
This is what I expected from you--I knew your kindness!
I know it still galls you that he was willing to help pay for your college education, but not Katie's.
"Let me show you to your rooms," Felipa said, taking Carmen by the arm.
Tell us about your... clinic.
For starters, I think I got derailed when you said your mother's name was Alexandrine.
Love your Heavenly Father with your whole heart and soul, love every child of God as much as ever you can, and remember that the possibilities of good are greater than the possibilities of evil; and you have the key to Heaven.
"What is your name?" said Dorothy, thinking she liked the boy's manner and the cheery tone of his voice.
Otanes answered, I have already told two of your men that I have forty pieces of gold in my hat.
You toil not, neither do you spin, yet God takes care of you and your little ones.
"Choose your bundles, boys," said the master.
"Mr. Randolph," answered the innkeeper, "you have paid your bill and don't owe me a cent.
_Dearest Carl; You are a good boy to send me all your wages, for now I can pay the rent and buy some warm clothing for your little sister.
Be faithful to the king and do your duty._
"Oh, your Majesty!" cried Carl.
You may send the gold pieces to your mother with my compliments; and tell her that the king will take care of both her and you.
"Be brave, and defend your king with your lives," said their mother.
"Yes, here is your money," answered the young gentleman; "and send it to my house at once."
I pray that you will look at them and take them at your own price.
But, as I came to your palace this morning, I kept saying to myself, 'When our lord Al Mansour learns just how it was that I borrowed the gold, I have no doubt that in his kindness of heart he will forgive me the debt.'
Then he said, "Your house is a very poor place, I think."
"You want your mother, don't you?" said Mrs. Jacquot.
Your own mother, and no time to attend to her child?
"Your... your excellency," stammered Alpatych and broke into sobs.
Why shouldn't you go away, your excellency?
"We are all very thankful for your bounty, but it won't do for us to take the landlord's grain," said a voice at the back of the crowd.
We won't take your grain.
Pull down your houses and go into bondage!
The princess ordered me to ask your regiment and your name.
"May I make bold to trouble your honor?" said he respectfully, but with a shade of contempt for the youthfulness of this officer and with a hand thrust into his bosom.
Go when you please, and I give you my word of honor that no one shall dare to cause you annoyance if only you will allow me to act as your escort.
You'll dig up your pot of money and take it away with you....
It was your son's turn to be conscripted, but no fear!
You begrudged your lump of a son," a little old man suddenly began attacking Dron-- "and so they took my Vanka to be shaved for a soldier!
"But you ruled it wisely and well for many years," said she, "and made the people proud of your magical art.
Your actions alone accuse you.
I happen to be going that way, and I will carry your turkey, if you will allow me.
"Your position is doubly terrible, dear princess," said Mademoiselle Bourienne after a pause.
On the contrary, I ask you to go with all your belongings to our estate near Moscow, and I promise you I will see to it that there you shall want for nothing.
The great cathedral Notre Dame de Paris, which was begun before your birth, would not be finished by your death.
When you hear about a new company and your response is, "Why in the world would anyone want to do that?" it will be because there is no offline corollary.
From your dear little daughter.
Did the cat get your tongue at the table?
High maint... who put that in your head?
"Now I will fix your hair," Felipa said.
"We salute your Royal Highness!" cried the Wizard, kneeling and kissing her hand.
"But I make you wash it, every time I think of it," said the mother; "for it stands to reason your face is dirty, Ianu, whether I can see it or not."
"Your people built it," he answered.
What would your Highness like for dinner?
Keep the third piece of wisdom for your own use, and let me have the gold.
Imagine that every word you said was recorded by your personal recorder and automatically transcribed.
The children who crowd these grimy alleys, half-clad and underfed, shrink away from your outstretched hand as if from a blow.
What is it you have got into your heads, eh?...
You've filled your belly....
Who is your Elder here?
I doubt you need me to prove these assertions—they are probably part of your daily experience.
If my reasoning stopped there, you would probably start fishing around for the receipt for this book and read up on your bookseller's return policy.
Everything you saw, that your eyeballs tracked to, how long you looked at it—and not just everything you ever looked at, but your physiological response.
We are talking about a setting to your Digital Echo file that says, "Information that isn't tied to me personally can be contributed to pools of rolled-up data."
Would you contribute your anonymous location to a traffic speed optimization engine?
Or, through serendipity, scientists stumbled into things—with those "your chocolate is in my peanut butter" moments.
It is most perplexing and exasperating that just at the moment when you need your memory and a nice sense of discrimination, these faculties take to themselves wings and fly away.
My dear uncle Morrie,--I think you will be very glad to receive a letter from your dear little friend Helen.
Answer me these questions, and then perhaps I may look at your bawbles and find them ornamental.
It shall be on your family's behalf that I'll start my apprenticeship as old maid.
Are you not ashamed to deprive us of your charming wife?
Our lives and property--take them, Your Majesty!
'One man though undone is but one,' as the proverb says, but with thirteen in your family and all the property...
Your excellency! answered Alpatych, immediately recognizing the voice of his young prince.
Yes, a Cossack, your Honor.
You'd better go wash up and tell your Dad supper is ready.
Hope that you'll start accepting me as your husband - your mate; not just a lover.
"Alex tells me you have some nice horses on your ranch," Carmen said to Señor Medena.
It is nice to have so many people to take care of your children, yes?
"I will go get your dress," Nina said to Carmen, and left the room.
Obviously your father has a brother or a sister.
So tell us, how is your life in Arkansas?
"Do all your people grow on bushes?" asked the boy.
Just now, my dear, there is not a single warrior in your company.
Will you kindly tell us which way your mother went to get on top the earth?
"Your Royal Highness and Fellow Citizens," he began; "the small cat you see a prisoner before you is accused of the crime of first murdering and then eating our esteemed Ruler's fat piglet--or else first eating and then murdering it.
"Your Highness," cried the Woggle-Bug, appealing to Ozma, "have I a mind's eye, or haven't I?"
"Mr. Jefferson," he said, "I have come to ask your pardon.
And here is something for your trouble.
It was a good place for a fly, and I never thought of spoiling your picture.
To avoid privacy issues at this point, let's stipulate that everything is recorded only for your future reference.
Then imagine GPS is layered in—very accurate GPS that tracks your every move, even in your own home.
No more trying to retrace your steps to find your car keys; you can see where you left them by checking your GPS system records.
All your tax records.
It happens too often that your trumpet call is unheeded.
Your darling child HELEN KELLER.
My dear Miss Moore Are you very glad to receive a nice letter from your darling little friend?
With much love and two kisses From your little friend HELEN A. KELLER.
And Lise, your wife?
I knew because he proved to me that I could trust him with my heart and soul - the way you trust your mother and father.
"Excuse me, your excellency," he began.
"Are we really quite lost, your excellency?" he asked again.
It's very nice, your excellency!
Will this be your last baby?
Your aunt and uncle seem pretty fond of you.
Just because he doesn't ask for or want your help, doesn't mean he doesn't need it.
You're trying to live like your parents, Carmen.
I had hoped that you would resolve your problem, but it seems to have no end.
You had your chance to solve it on your own.
I want to be a part of your life.
I am on your side - 100%.
Is being in control so important that you're willing to sacrifice the happiness of your only son?
And your point is?
He has to learn how... and maybe he senses your anxiety.
Savor it and stash it in your memory for safekeeping.
You have your children in your home.
I see how it is with your children.
I did not take your Dad away.
So why did you think she was out of your league?
Your face is as white as a sheet.
"Keep your head down," Len said softly.
Do you always visit the relatives of accident victims on your personal time?
If you weren't concerned about your own life, you might have thought about your chances of taking someone else with you.
I appreciate your help.
If I could use your phone, Mrs. Giddon, I'll see if I can find someone to come get me.
It looks like I'll have to accept your invitation to spend the night, but I'll pay you as soon as I get my things.
This must be your daughter.
So you threw your clothes in a suitcase and ran away.
Why don't you try calling your family again?
Was it your parents' car?
She glanced at Lisa You sit down and finish your meal.
What about your horse?
It must be nice having your land so close to the park.
Your parents will realize that.
"You can call your parents from the house," he said.
Why don't you call your parents?
I washed your clothes.
They're lying on your bed.
I'm sorry about your car and the rest of your things, but please don't mention money.
Now, go take your shower before you catch your death of cold.
Your lips are turning blue!
I found it upside down and figured it was the boyfriend at the bottom of your troubles.
So what are your plans now?
"You can't find a sitter closer to your home?" she asked skeptically.
Good. Pack your clothes and come back with me.
Do you need to clear it through your boyfriend?
Sure. Is it someone your family knew?
Good luck with your job this summer.
Has your mother always taken care of Tammy?
Is your fit of curiosity satisfied, or do you have some more questions?
Your breakfast is in the microwave.
Anyway, I saw your boss in town, so I figured you were alone.
So get your filthy little mind out of the gutter.
After all, it's your pool, your house.
I'm sorry I was rude to you, and I know it's not your fault you look so good in that suit.
I meant I'm not your boss.
Speaking of your mother, we'd better go in so she doesn't worry.
I sure hate to think of something awful happening to you because of your curiosity.
Is your ankle up to a two-step?
Come on, I'll show you something that will take your breath away.
Where is your car?
How do you like your job?
It's not too late to change your mind.
I want to pay you for your time.
You don't think I betrayed your trust?
"Thanks for revealing your strategy," she said in an acid tone.
Well, since you just graduated, my guess is that this is your 20'th.
Well, you haven't broken your record with me.
Len told me about your car.
I'm sending you this card and hope to see you on your birthday if you can get away.
I guess that would be for your birthday.
I simply didn't want your mother to feel uncomfortable.
I didn't mean to make you late for your appointment.
I hope your meeting goes well.
So when are you getting your car?
Why don't you sit down and finish your breakfast.
Because you had something else on your mind.
Of course it never crossed your mind.
I can't believe that it's healthy to push them from your mind altogether.
Maybe if you took some pictures from the house and put them in your room.
Those jeans make your legs look so long.
I don't think you're as afraid of me as you are of your own feelings.
Was that your boss?
Is he listening to your phone call?
Do you tell all your boyfriends you love them?
How many times have I told you not to leave the house at night in your bare feet?
Are you wiping the sleep from your eyes?
About your boyfriend and his family.
Get it through your head.
You'll stop fighting when the breath is gone from your body!
Because he wanted to make me look bad in your eyes.
Thanks. Since your radio isn't on, I'm guessing you're off duty.
He did save your life, you know.
So did I. Maybe you feel like we both betrayed your trust.
We can leave your car here and come after it tomorrow.
You'll strain your back.
You've got a good job as a middle man, but don't let it go to your head.
Alright. We'll do it your way... but be careful.
Your voice sounds strange.
I tried to call you on your cell phone, but I didn't get an answer.
"It's your door," she reminded him in a cool voice.
Oh, I can understand why you would want to deceive people, I just don't understand how you can involve your family in such a thing – especially Tammy!
You wanted nice things, so you substituted your family for a conscience.
How can you love a business that could get your family killed.
But you said... why would you change your name?
And then I found the powder in your pocket.
And the conversation I overheard between you and your mother tonight?
When I saw you standing there in the road, so beautiful, your hair flowing around you like morning mist, I couldn't let you walk away.
There is something about the way she looks at you when she needs your help – so vulnerable.
Put your head down between your knees.
So, what do your parents think of this arrangement.
What do your folks think?
Is that why you want to take me up there - to show your mother how ridiculous the thought of any hanky panky is?
The truth is, I like your companionship - and I'd like my parents to meet one of my best friends.
What about your parents?
All right, I'll throw a few things together and stow them in your car before I leave.
You can't spend your life terrified to leave the house alone.
I appreciate your concern, Daddy.
The last thing I want to be is your daddy.
I guess I can be a pill sometimes, but I really do appreciate your concern.
I see you're getting your exercise for the day.
Are you running back to check on your parents again?
Get your mind out of the gutter.
I think what I feel is none of your business.
I wonder if you'd still feel that way if your child was sick in the hospital.
But what you going to do when you have children of your own?
You seemed to be doing well enough on your own.
Now put your other foot in the stirrup.
Nudge him with your heals to get him started and pull gently on the reins when you want him to stop.
Don't you ever wish you had someone to share your troubles with?
You can always talk to me about your troubles, you know.
You're just like your father.
If your Dad is feeling bad enough to warrant medical attention, he needs to see a doctor, not a nurse.
Are you angry with me because I didn't want to go up to see your parents?
It's just that sometimes I wonder what is more important in your life - your career or me.
You're already at the top of your class.
Even your parents had to come up to see you.
Look, I know you're out of your mind with worry.
I know you need to get back for your finals tomorrow.
It isn't your fault, you know.
You've planned this all your life.
Don't put words in my mouth - or foolish thoughts in your head.
I wanted to stay, but I thought you wanted to be alone with your mother.
Your mother seems to be under the impression that you want to stay here - permanently.
Some fancy intern catch your eye?
Everything has to go according to your plans, doesn't it?
The only problem is that it all doesn't fit into your preconceived plans.
All your plans worked out.
I'm not forcing you to make a choice between me and your mother.
You let your mother tell me.
Now, about your experience.
How's your mother doing these days?
I saw your add in the paper.
You can stop making your pitch, Brandon.
"Thank you for your time," Adrienne said as she stood and shook Miss Clara's hand.
Are you trying to say that you're not happy with your success?
You shouldn't change your goals simply because they don't fit into someone else's plans.
I don't know how the ranch ever saw a spring without your sunny smile.
What did you do with that old road map to your future?
A woman your age ought to be looking for a husband – or already married, not chasing all over creation in pants, trying to act like a man.
We're short handed so you wind up taking care of your own team and wagon.
Maybe Pete didn't like your cooking.
Sure, 'til someone snatches that whip out of your hand and gives you the spankin' you've been asking for.
I don't think she's as impressed with your hunting skills as you are, Bordeaux.
If you change your mind, you know where to find us then.
Your concern is touching, but I know I can rely on my friends here in the wagon.
Why don't you ride up here with me for a while and give your horse a rest?
Not even if I get your teams ready?
Now there's a sight I thought I'd never live to see - someone hitching up your wagon while you're fixin' breakfast.
I thought maybe you were sick this morning when I saw Bordeaux harnessing your mules.
So, when is it your turn to cook?
Even your horse has better sense than you do.
You'd better put your hat back on.
If I didn't know you better, I'd swear you didn't think your mother was worth the cost.
You and your mules have a lot in common, you know that?
Your father asked me to look for you while I was out this way, and bring you home if I could.
Why get in a rush to ruin your trip?
He's your father, Cassie.
Anyway, he didn't know your mother was sick.
I'm sorry about your father.
I'm flattered by your offer, but I can't leave the twins.
Well, if you change your mind, I'd be willing to take the risk.
"Give me your canteen," he ordered, "And take this one."
Cassie, pull your wagon up beside Fritz.
Keep your rifles ready and stay close to each other.
It's your money, not mine.
It's not your fault.
Here, put some of this on your lips.
Your father told me you were a spirited girl.
Take a few swallows of water and rest your legs for a minute.
Was your horse following them?
Wear this above your left ear if the answer is no - right if the answer is yes.
You've got to put it behind you and get on with your life.
I want you to get your things and meet me at the mission.
You're going back to your ranch?
You decided to come back and talk to your father.
Taking you to see your father.
"So you can collect your money?" she asked sourly.
I hope you got your money.
Maybe that will ease your conscious.
So why did you propose marriage, or was that part of your plan to get the ranch?
Your Aunt was always talking about you, but she never mentioned a sister.
Cassie, your father should be the one to tell you this, but since you're not likely to give him the chance, I'll tell you.
Your father didn't leave willingly - and he didn't leave with the saloon girl, the way everyone thought.
He had a fight with your mother that night and went into town.
I never met your mother, but if she was anything like you, I reckon he thought she'd do just that.
Yeah, well she probably never took a whip to your father, but there's always a first time, Anyway, I guess she was pretty worked up.
You might as well know right now that I wanted to buy your ranch so I could use the creek.
Every time the subject of your father came up, you got defensive and I backed off because I was afraid of losing you.
If you decide to take the job, have your things ready then.
Thanks for your time.
It sounds like you've already made up your mind.
That sounds like your kind of logic - always thinking of the other person first.
I'd like to have your reputation.
Your boss says you're the best thing that ever happened to the diner.
You seem to enjoy your work - and you are respectful toward me.
Your answers were all encompassing.
That door over there is your personal bathroom.
Did your mother pass away?
You may call or have friends over anytime you wish - as long as they don't interfere with your work.
Did you call your friend yet?
Was your mother lonely?
I apologize for badgering you about your mother.
If you don't want to talk about your mother, we won't.
If you figure out a way to do this all day and still make the ranch turn a profit, you could make a fortune teaching your method at seminars.
So you're saying the wolves improve your herd by culling out the weakest animals?
I guess I'm judging you by what I'd be doing in your shoes.
I can tell by the color in your cheeks.
Is something on your mind?
Your loving sister, Claudette Cade-Lander.
If there was anything going on in this house, it's not like your rooming upstairs would make it look any different.
I mean, it might be hurtful for your sister to see me using your mothers' things.
It wasn't your fault.
Let's go by and take a look at your truck while we're in town.
It's just that... well; it's not your responsibility.
Well, if I was in your shoes, I'd see my doctor about some form of birth control.
I'd better get a screwdriver and tighten that ladder before you fall and break your neck.
Did your mother play?
But she's your sister.
What's the matter with your foot?
Daddy wants to fix your foot.
You're even getting hair in your ears.
Your brother's sexual preferences are none of my business.
Put your head down.
I couldn't care less what Claudette thinks, but let me take the question out of your mind.
I betrayed your trust.
If you think you'd be happier with Claudette, I won't stand in your way, but I want to make it clear that I don't want you to go.
It only proves you have a mind of your own.
I don't want you fainting and breaking your neck or something.
You don't miss your friends?
Whatever. I came out here to enjoy your company, not argue with you.
Why don't you curl up on the couch and get your bare feet off this cold floor?
I'm your housekeeper, remember?
You want me to get out of your hair?
I guess that makes me your employer.
You've lost almost all of your self-esteem.
You can run away from him, stay in the same relationship, or set your foot down and get things back into control.
A short pause, then: Of course, it's your decision.
Why don't you drive out here with your truck?
But you could put an ATV in the back of your truck.
I know; you like your solitude.
You said you didn't want to sleep with me again and I respect your decision.
You said you didn't want any little brats tearing your house up.
I wanted you to tell me that wasn't your sole reason for wanting to get married.
Which made three times you were broaching the subject of matrimony and I thwarted your attempts.
I knew I'd have to talk to you about it sooner or later, but I didn't want to hold the financial burden of an unplanned pregnancy over your head like a club.
"Your lunch is on the table," she said.
"He's just pulling your leg," Martha answered.
"If we're going to be frank," She said, "why don't you ditch that stupid rug you're wearing on your head?
Stop talking and do your duty.
Go back to your lovely bride.
I'll bet it was the damn buzzing of your Tesla thing.
He picked at his food while the rest of us wolfed down stacks of pancakes and melt in your mouth sausage, the finest breakfast I'd eaten in years.
You know, Howie, I've given some thought to your flying saucer analogy.
Get it off your chest.
Do you think the woman and the girl were people from your past; relatives?
Perhaps your mind remembered something you read?
Were you in your dream?
Too bad you couldn't pick where your dream would take you.
Thanks. I appreciate your understanding.
"Drop dead; prick your finger, cross your heart," he added as we smiled our agreement.
Your scenes can't be real.
No matter how life-like they are, they have to be visions your mind is creating, as mundane they seem to be.
We don't know if Quinn's paraphernalia has anything to do with your dreams.
He's offered to pay for everything; even your flight down.
No; we promised to maintain your privacy but is that the best course?
Say your prayers angels, here comes the boogie man down the road!
I wanted it to be your Alder's Bridge too.
I should have recorded your first reaction.
Remember in grade school when one of those bullies would put you in a half-nelson or whatever you call it, and twist your arm up your back?
It's too bad he's convinced it's your tests that cause the visions.
Explain about your test.
That theorizes if you travel in time and kill your grandfather before your father is conceived, would you simply not be?
Make a note of the exact settings after you remove all your plants.
That proves it isn't the plants or location that are the cause of your visions.
I'm not about to go on your honeymoon with you or watch Martha undress!
Could you see your past?
Why wouldn't you want to see yourself growing up, what your childhood was like?
If I can somehow utilize this gift I can't do it without all your help.
Get out your wallet, honey.
It's so pleasant when you understand your true talents and realize your superiority makes you capable of near impossible goals.
Betsy screamed, It's like if The Lord Jesus was standing here, writing a mother's day card to the Virgin Mary, you'd be sitting around on your asses discussing if it was really the month of May!
It was your notes that Ben conveyed to the tip line.
"The ball is in your court," I said.
You told your husband?
If you want to speak to an agent, you best leave your number.
Is it one of your cases?
Cross your fingers the group doesn't eat me alive over this.
You keep your privacy.
Can you hint at your limitations?
We could use your help on how we remain anonymous.
It could do serious harm to your so-called anonymity.
I spent forty minutes alone with the director and related all the situations where your uncanny tips were involved.
Our nailing Otto Rudman on your tip impressed the hell out of him.
Sworn assurances you or your people will not pursue our identity in any way and you'll do all in your power to protect our anonymity.
You know you could name your price.
You don't have to open your mouth.
It seems you or your associates have a unique ability in these situations... more than unique; unprecedented.
Would any of you truly miss your everyday lives?
I'd like to eliminate your handicap of life's tribulations and fund you.
I applaud your anonymity.
Never let go of that privacy or be lax with your security.
I'm offering you full funding for your endeavor; secure operating quarters, any place of your choice, sizeable salaries for all of you involved and a gift of stock to each that will assure a lifetime income from dividends.
God knows who else will hound you if they have any idea of your capabilities.
It's imperative to your success.
I'm as curious by nature as the next person, probably even more so, but to answer your question; no.
Your investment would be for naught.
I trust you because of your actions.
You've demonstrated your abilities and yet you've restricted your activities to accomplish a specific good, at no small risk to yourselves, I might add.
Will I see you playing in your yard or strolling to school?
I'll locate your house and your bedroom and snatch you away in the dark of night.
"Your turn," Betsy called, cutting off further conversation.
"And what does your mind have to say?" my wife asked.
Put that on your Christmas wish-list.
I'm in your hands, like always.
What are your thoughts?
Well, if you do exist, Mister or Missus Psychic, I'll find you first and smash you and your crystal to bloody dust!
Are your people checking him out?
Not your usual kidnap victim.
Are you jealous this Youngblood guy is stealing your thunder?
When you called in your tip, we came down on him like a shoe on a bug.
If you're concerned my little project might impact your security, don't be alarmed.
They'll maintain a public web site you might peruse occasionally but they'll know nothing of your group or what you're doing.
By the way, your competition met his maker.
So what is your take on the murder?
It's almost like your married.
Lock your doors and windows, boys and girls.
Keep your eyes on the future.
To answer your question, no, I didn't go there; it's the final present from a gone-forever boyfriend.
It's your call if you don't want to go there.
I love you anyway and I've quit twisting your arm about trying to dig up the past.
I still think it's a crime you lost so much time out of your life.
If they succeeded, they'd stick your guy... or girl, in a box in McLean and pump 'em dry.
Watch your back and keep your fake papers handy, just in case.
He has to believe you guys truly exist and he may guess some of your limits and capabilities.
I'm not doing this for the five hundred dollars or getting in your book.
I just wanted to see a bit of your city before I drive to your car.
Don't shake your head.
You keep saying you don't care about your past anymore; you want to move ahead.
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