“Mr. Towers, you are going to have to beg for that.” He lets out a loud chuckle, “Beg?” “Oh, Ms Austen, just wait for what you are in store for this evening. Begging doesn’t even begin to describe what I am going to make you do,” he smiles seductively.”

“Let me go, Faith." he said quietly."If that's what you really want.""You know what I want. I told you on the helo--I want you to love it, crave it. Beg for it...beg for me."~Wyatt”

“You’re practically begging for it, aren’t you?” he murmured.“No.”His chuckle rasped over her senses. “I like begging, Reagan.”“I’m not going to beg.”He was silent for a moment, his fingers still playing, and she wondered if she’d said the wrong thing. Then he said softly, “Damn.”

“I beg you, no matter what happens, no matter where you go in life or how many millions you make, no matter anything, I beg you: never buy a German car. ”

“Mr. Passaro, let me teach you about how medicine works.” He starts out.“One of two things is going to happen. Either the Doctors are going to say I told you so, or they are going to say that Jess was the exception. What you believe will determine who gets to say I told you so to whom.” “Never stop believing.” He begs me.“Doctor, you are on the team”. I say.He smiles.”

“Go along with it, Ed. I am begging. I am on the ground begging you." "You're standing at a urinal about to take a piss." "Don't make me get on the ground. Do you know how many germs there are in a toilet?”