She didn't yield, Rachel. She chose.

I'm so glad she chose me

I'm so glad she chose me

So she chose to have facial surgery.

Now, she chose C, G, B, A, E.

But she chose to devote her life to her brother Pete, I guess.

Instead of drinking the blood of hateful samurai... she chose to love you and be banished to hell.

You chose your way, I chose mine. Mine was harder.

She deliberately chose not to participate in that hearing by refusing to be served a summons and a psychiatrist's opinion.

And no difference, the people they chose were the people we chose.

We chose rats.

He chose it.

Who chose it?

So I chose furniture.

Some chose the pen.

I chose this instrument.

I chose the gun.

Some profession you chose.

You chose it yourself.

And you chose Daniel.

No. I chose you.

I chose the right.

You chose it, Victor.

I chose the wrong one.

I chose you for Myself.

I chose you for Myself.

I chose to be here.

I chose in a hurry.

Who chose the name Ziebold?

The answer came, The problem isn't the people that you chose. The problem is that you chose them.

And I chose you for Myself.

I chose to design a column.

We chose John to be captain.

You chose this job yourself, right?

And I chose you for Myself.

And I chose you for Myself.

And I chose you for Myself.

That's the reason I chose him.

They chose me as a judge.

Control. He chose the cover name.

I chose to keep it temporarily.

Is that why you chose me?

Some chose the microscope as their instrument.

And as a consequence, people chose it.

We chose John to be our captain.