Jane: I've written a letter to Daddy / His address is Heaven above / I've written "Dear Daddy, we miss you / And wish you were with us to love" / Instead of a stamp I put kisses / The postman says that's best to do / I've written a letter to Daddy / ...
Outside the family circle, papa, I'm glad to say, is entirely unknown. I think that is quite as it should be. The home seems to me to be the proper sphere for the man.
You can stay here with your papa and die or you can go with me.... You'll be all right.
She didn't tell him white folks couldn't love the same as coloreds. She couldn't love the same neither though, cuz more than half of her was white.
Papa was right, after all. A ship's crew was like a family, and together we had done what we never could have managed alone.
I asked my kids, 'Do you know what Papa used to do.' They said, 'You were a boxer, you won the Olympics!' And that's what they know.
I was criticized at some level within the Republican Party by those who say government should not be in the economic development business at all. My response is that the only country I know that doesn't have an economic development plan is Papa New G...
Berikan kepadaku mereka yang lelah dan papa Yang terbelenggu dan mendambakan kebebasan Yang terbanting ke pantaimu, berimpitan lemas Beri aku para gelandangan, dan yang terhempas Akan kunyalakan pelitaku di sisi gerbang emas
[from trailer] Rosa Hubermann: From now on, you call me mama, ya? And that lazy pig over there, you call him papa.
[from trailer] Liesel Meminger: Who is he, papa? Hans Hubermann: His name is Max. He needs help. I need you to promise me that you will not tell anyone
[Hodel is leaving on a train for Siberia] Hodel: Papa, God alone knows when we shall see each other again. Tevye: Then we will leave it in His hands.
[watching a clip of Hitler speaking] Lilibet: Papa, what's he saying? King George VI: I don't know but... he seems to be saying it rather well.
Avner: [over the phone with his infant daughter] Hey, sweetheart, this is your papa... this my voice, my darling... don't forget what I sound like, okay?
Melanie is more of a disciplinarian with the little girl than me, probably because it's my first baby. She gets everything easy from Papa. I am more weak. She takes advantage of me.
Sheeta: [hugging her] Dola! Dola: Thank goodness you're alive! Pazu: So are you. This is great! Papa: No it's not! My poor little ship is gone forever! Boo hoo hoo hoo! Dola: Stop with the cryin', ya big baby! I'll get you another ship! Papa: [stops ...
Papa!” she whispered. “I have no eyes!” He patted the girl’s hair. She’d fallen into his trap. “With a smile like that,” Hans Hubermann said, “you don’t need eyes.
Just take me with you. Please. I cant. Please, Papa. I cant. I cant hold my son dead in my arms. I thought I could but I cant.
We’re animals, primates to be precise,” I pointed out. “Games are role playing from our hunter gatherer days.” “That's nothing to be proud of,” he said, in a fair imitation of Papa's manner.
Dez: Geez, Edele. It looks like we picked up a stray. Better get another ice cream cone. Edele: I think you're right, Papa Bear.
... Papa's always had the ability to remember the good things and let the bad ones go." "Not a bad ability." "... I'm not sure. I think we have to remember it all before we can forgive it.
When your mama was the geek, my dreamlets," Papa would say, "she made the nipping off of noggins such a crystal mystery that the hens themselves yearned toward her, waltzing around her, hypnotized with longing.
