She wanted to give him money no matter what,

I'd hoped to give it to her in person, but I'm too important here.

Hand me my purse, will you, darling?

I'll hand them over to you.

And make sure he personally gives me

Oh, well, in that case, send the stuff to my mother. She lives in Detroit.

I'll bring the keys to you right away, my dear.

Don't you want to deliver it yourself?

You make sure you give it to him, and nobody else.

Give me your gun!

Get me your hand grenades.

I'm handing it to you, father of The Son of the Cat Men.

Now I will myself give her a letter of almost a thousand pages.

Li Keqiang shook hands and had cordial talks with the diplomatic envoys stationed in China.

Here. Take this to the captain of the night watch.

Did he leave it to his lawyer?

If she does not do so, the right reverts to her own mother.

I kiss your mother's hand.

Go fall on your knees before Aleko Sinnikoglou shed a tear or two, however false, kiss his hand and so on.

Since you sent me the key to your house, I decided to use it to make a little social call on your father.

I would like to know... how many French lives you have personally contributed to that Wagnerian dream.

Here, Father.

I ain't paid this month. I'm a little short.

And I baked it.

Buried her with my own hands.

Lakshmi Pratury remembers the lost art of letter writing and shares a series of notes her father wrote to her before he died. Her short but heartfelt talk may inspire you to set pen to paper, too.

Give me your pistol. I'll shoot him.

Here, darling.

You're killing me, and you're killing yourself.

He killed him personally.

Do you shake hands with her? Do you kiss her?

I'll do it personally.

Mother had a hand in this.

Beloved father, I went, as you asked, directly to our cousin here but I couldn't trust our money to him.

and I'd like to speak with your father.

Here you go.

Oh, thank you. There you are, my dear.

In March 1992, the Family Court granted custody to the mother and right of access to the author, and divided the property.

Cigarette me, Pete, honey.

Honey, read!

Put him on the train myself.

The curtains. I made them myself.

You're killing me and yourself.

I oughta wring your neck.

As a proof she is a singer, sir ermine.