If a servant strives to please his master and studies and takes pains to do it, I believe there are but few masters who would use such a servant cruelly.
That's what I paint, I paint people. They're portraits, but you won't always be pleased with the way you look in my paintings. Which is fine, I guess. Unless you're buying it, and it's of your kid!
When you're drowning, you don't say 'I would be incredibly pleased if someone would have the foresight to notice me drowning and come and help me,' you just scream.
I famously had a huge television producer say to me one time, 'Can you please stop doing that to your face? It's very distracting and unattractive.' And I was like, 'You mean move it? Okay, sorry, I guess we're not going to work together.'
[Lee Samson is dying from the nano-machine virus] Lee Samson: Now I'll never... get to meet Spooky Donkey... ugh. Please restart...
[first lines] Debbie: It scares us just thinking about it. When you hear it, you're gonna think we're insane. Ed Warren: Try Us. Please, from the start.
The Joker: [Is about to unmask the unconscious Batman but Gordon suddenly points a gun to his head] Arrrgh! Could you *please* just give me a minute?
Dr. King Schultz: I wish to parlez with you. Dicky Speck: Speak English. Dr. King Schultz: Oh, I'm sorry, please forgive me. it *is* a second language.
Alex: Please tell me, is the Shaq also the Jew? Jonathan: Who? Alex: The Shaqweel O'Neal, the Los Angeles Laker. Jonathan: Uh, no. Alex: And Michael Jackson? Jonathan: [Scoffs] *No*, definitely not a Jew.
Narrator: Clean food, please. Waiter: In that case, sir, may I advise against the lady eating clam chowder? Narrator: No clam chowder, thank you.
Stathis Borans: If you plan to make anything disappear, please let me know - I've got an assistant editor who has outlived his usefulness.
Norman Ellison: Sergeant Collier? I think I want to surrender. Wardaddy: Please don't. They'll hurt you real bad. And kill you real bad.
[first lines] Lambeau: Mod fx... squared... dx. So please finish Parceval, by next time. I know many of you had this as undergraduates, but it won't hurt to brush up.
Mikael Blomkvist: What are you doing? Lisbeth Salander: Reading your notes. Mikael Blomkvist: They're encrypted! Lisbeth Salander: [Looks up at him] Please.
Tauriel: [weeps for Kili] If this is love, I don't want it. Take it away, please! Why does it hurt so much? Thranduil: [sadly] Because it was real.
Nicholas Angel: Mr. Porter, what's your wine selection? Roy Porter: Oh, we've got red... and, er... white? Nicholas Angel: I'll have a pint of lager, please.
[first lines] Doug Billings: [on recording] Hey, you've reached Doug. Sorry I missed your call. Please leave a name and number and I'll get back to you.
Dolores Umbridge: Please, tell them I mean no harm. Harry Potter: Sorry, Professor, but I must not tell lies.
Cornelius Fudge: The Ministry of Magic is pleased to announce the appointment of Dolores Jane Umbridge as High Inquisitor, to address the falling standards at Hogwarts School.
Pat Archer: [relating the last words of the orphan slain by the Hutus] Please don't let them kill me. I... I promise I won't be Tutsi anymore.
Professor Henry Jones: Junior? Indiana Jones: Yes, sir. Professor Henry Jones: It *is* you, Junior. Indiana Jones: Don't call me that. *Please*.
