I'm one of those low-maintenance people - let's get it done and get going. It's not that painful to wax, but... I don't have time for it - just give me the razor.
The only time I ever appeared in the 'Enquirer' was for a piece about people who let their hair grow gray. I guess I'm not much of a wild child.
Let no vandalism of avarice or neglect, no ravages of time, testify to the present or to the coming generations, that we have forgotten, as a people, the cost of a free and undivided Republic.
It might have been easier to retire, to say my knee couldn't handle it and let that be that. At the same time, the prospect of not being able to compete in gymnastics anymore was heartbreaking.
My biggest challenge is trust, and really believing that trust, in letting things just happen personally and professionally and trust with myself. But I'm getting better at it.
It's so much easier to like people, and to let people in, to trust them until they prove that you should do otherwise. The alternative is being an iceberg.
The only thing I can do is tell the truth as I see it and let the chips fall where they may.
Jake Gittes: Evelyn, put that gun away. Let the police handle this. Evelyn Mulwray: He owns the police!
Ash: Then let's head on down into that cellar and carve ourselves a witch.
Orval: Let's do some huntin'! Preston: Hunting? We ain't huntin' him, he's huntin' us!
Ash: There's a lot of attitudes going on around here... don't let me get one.
Cameron: [singing] When Cameron was in Egypt's land... let my Cameron go!"
Wanda: Let's make love. Archie: Well, if you absolutely insist...
Ryan Stone: Five. Four. Three. No more just driving. Let's go home.
Richard Brown: I've stayed alive for you. But now you have to let me go.
Hit Girl: Okay you cunts... Let's see what you can do now!
Leonard Shelby: I don't think they'd let someone like me carry a gun. Teddy: I fucking hope not.
[from trailer] Imperator Furiosa: Wanna get through this? Let's go!
Boss Spearman: We'll let the brains of the outfit do the thinking. Sue?
Griffin Mill: Let's go to Acapulco. June: Is that the thing to do? Griffin Mill: It's *a* thing to do.
Hold me, Touch me: [locking the door to Max's office] Let's fool around.
