I am pleased to launch the Friends of Thailand Caucus in the U.S. House of Representatives.
Though life may not always go the way you please, remember to always see the forest through the trees.
You write to please yourself, you write to move yourself, to engage yourself in the asking of questions that are important to you.
What I will say will not always please you, but what I say will always be honest and true and how I genuinely see it.
I just read that Time magazine cover story with all this information about how you have to have your kids by the time you're 12 or it's all over. Please.
You can't please everybody. You'd be crazy if you're trying to. So take some time out to do some things for yourself.
If you ever want to get the facts straight about me or the Batman, please write to the original source, myself, for the truth, instead of second guessing.
Richard Nixon: Please excuse my golf outfit. It's the official uniform of the retired.
Nick Rice: [to Darby] Please fuck this up, so I can destroy you.
The Gyro Captain: Don't touch please, that's a precision instrument.
Roger De Bris: Will the dancing Hitlers please wait in the wings? We are only seeing singing Hitlers.
Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: Dear Buddha, please bring me a pony and a plastic rocket...
Rex: I can't look. Could somebody please cover my eyes?
Lotso: Welcome to Sunnyside, folks. I'm Lots-o-Huggin Bear. But please, call me Lotso.
Martin: I gave God a chance to kill me. He didn't do it, so he's pleased with me.
Dr. Frederick Frankenstein: Please, I beg you! For safety's sake, don't humiliate him!
All I can ask from society is that it please stop telling me why I should like sports.
Those who have virtue always in their mouths, and neglect it in practice, are like a harp, which emits a sound pleasing to others, while itself is insensible of the music.
Jim: Please... Corporal Mitchell: Believe me, I'm not interested.
[first lines] Aries-1B stewardess: Here you are, sir, main level please.
Mrs. Lowe: My son is in pain! Please, stop this! Dr. Sayer: He's fighting, Mrs. Lowe. Mrs. Lowe: He's losing.
