I'll ask again. Who killed him and why?

Don't shove me around!

Such selfishness will not be tolerated!

Go back to this image again and ask yourself, not only who made it and for who, but who knew how to make it.

But those who covet more than this will be transgressors

So whoever desires more than these two they are crossing the limits.

(but whosoever seeks after more than that, those are the transgressors)

And Whosoever seeketh beyond that, then it is these who are the transgressors

But whoever seeks beyond that, then those are the transgressors

But whoever seeks anything beyond that these are the transgressors.

As for those who seek beyond that, they are transgressors

But whoso craveth beyond that, such are transgressors

but whoever seeks anything beyond that it is they who are transgressors),

Those who seek beyond that are transgressors.

But whoever seeks beyond that, then those are the transgressors

Those who desire to go beyond such limits they commit transgression,

But whoever seeks to go beyond that, these are they that exceed the limits

but those who seek to go beyond that are transgressors

But those whose desires exceed those limits are transgressors

That solves one problem. Now we don't have to worry about who to pay first.

Come on. Quit stalling. Who are you?

I'll flail all of you myself!

Besides, who's going to pay for this little thing?

No, i don't want to hear no more about... who's that?

Could you please tell me again who your father is?

One false move out of any one of ya, and I'm gonna let you have it.

Say it again. Who killed Takeshita? Say the name!

And who lights it again

You can't touch him now. Nobody can.

Don't think about it, girl. Shrug it off.

I wanna hear another word out of someone!

Each time you go into there, you have to tell it again who you are and all your friends are.

Now stop the monkey business and tell me who she was.

Farewell, honest soldier. Who has relieved you?

Shut up. I can't take it anymore. You can stuff your orders.

They are all dead, you won't find one better than me.

The content doesn't matter anymore, the problem is the media.

There's no need to say who he is... or to speak of his brilliant record as a soldier and a statesman.

I must ask you again. Who did this?

Why, for you, Captain Brittles.

Canidius.

And who revealed this to you, Hobart?

The truth of what I am, so you don't go on thinking about me.

And for whom?

Who for?