Magda Goebbels: My Führer, I beg you to leave Berlin! My Führer, please. Don't leave us! What will become of us? Adolf Hitler: Tomorrow millions of people will curse me, but fate has taken its course.
[Lee is at his mother's gravesite] Lee: You will not agree with what I'm going to do. It is contrary to all that you have taught me, and all that Su Lin believed. I must leave. Please try to find a way to forgive me.
Mikael Blomkvist: I can't find any record of her and I'm pretty good at that kind of thing. Armansky: She's had a rough life. Can we please not make it any rougher?
Dolores Umbridge: [holding clipboard and smiling at Trelawney] Could you please predict something for me? Sybil Trelawney: [stops teaching and looks over at Umbridge with a surprised and unhappy face] I'm sorry?
[from trailer] Dr. Miles J. Bennell: Listen to me! Please listen! If you don't, if you won't, if you fail to understand, then the same incredible terror that's menacing me WILL STRIKE AT YOU!
Harry: [voiceover] I sent Harmony home believing A, we'd meet tomorrow to go over her case, and B, I'm not actually gay. Please do not ask me how I did B.
Jennifer Kapur: Why don't you have something? Kurzon bhai Patel: Yes... sure! [to Rohit] Kurzon bhai Patel: Listen... Pass me the Cock! Rohit Patel: Coke, dad! Please...
Sarah: You're him, aren't you? You're the Goblin King! I want my brother back, please, if it's all the same. Jareth: What's said is said. Sarah: But, I didn't mean it. Jareth: Oh, you didn't?
Jack Crabb: Might I ask who I are addressin'? Wild Bill Hickock: Name's Hickok. Wild Bill Hickok. Jack Crabb: Oh, uh, pleased to make your acquaintance, Mr. Hickok.
Scuttle: It's a dinglehopper. Humans use these little babies to straighten their hair out. See? Just a little twirl here and a yank there and voila. You've got an aesthetically pleasing configuration of hair that humans go nuts over.
Doris: Would you please tell her that you're not really Santa Claus, that actually is no such person? Kris Kringle: Well, I hate to disagree with you, but not only IS there such a person, but here I am to prove it.
Trinity: Please Neo, you have to trust me. Neo: Why? Trinity: Because you have been down there Neo, you know that road, you know exactly where it ends. And I know that's not where you want to be.
Bill: We should get tuna. Stan: Please no more tuna. Bill: It has protein, we need protein. Stan: Beans have protein. Bill: Beans make you fart. Stan: We got a convertible.
Eve Kendall: How do I know you aren't a murderer? Roger Thornhill: You don't. Eve Kendall: Maybe you're planning to murder me right here, tonight. Roger Thornhill: Shall I? Eve Kendall: Please do.
[Szpilman is discovered by the Polish army, wearing the German dress coat given him by Capt. Hosenfeld] Wladyslaw Szpilman: No. Please. I'm Polish. I'm not a German. Polish Soldier: Then why the fucking coat? Wladyslaw Szpilman: I'm cold.
Flora: I know why Mr. Baines can't play the piano. She never gives him a turn. She just plays whatever she pleases and sometimes she doesn't play at all. Stewart: And when is the next lesson? Flora: Tomorrow.
Jack Sparrow: Move away. Will Turner: No. Jack Sparrow: Please move? Will Turner: No. I cannot just step aside and let you escape. Jack Sparrow: This shot was not meant for you.
Mrs. Dashwood: [watching Brandon court Marianne] He certainly is not so dashing as Willoughby, but he has a far more pleasing countenance. There always was a something, if you remember, in Willoughby's eyes at times that I did not like.
The Ringo Kid: That was my kid brother that broke his arm. You did a good job, Doc, even if you were drunk. Dr. Josiah Boone: Thank you, son. Professional compliments are always pleasing.
Luke Skywalker: What are you doing hiding back there? C-3PO: It wasn't my fault, sir, please don't deactivate me. I told him not to go, but he's faulty, malfunctioning. Kept babbling on about his mission.
Barbara Wakefield: What's Washington like? Robert Wakefield: What's Washington like? Well its like Calcutta, surrounded by beggars. The only difference is the beggars in Washington wear fifteen hundred dollar suits and they don't say please or thank ...
