“Father! Can I box him? Please!”
“I would like an extra tight vagina, in a to-go box please. Can I get it with extra gravy on top?”
“Let him grow taller,she asked the gods.Let him know sixteen, and twenty, and fifty. Let him grow as tall as his father, and hold his own son in his arms. Please, please, please.”
“Yes, faith; it is my cousin's duty to make curtsy and say 'Father, as it please you.' But yet for all that, cousin, let him be a handsome fellow, or else make another curtsy and say 'Father, as it please me.”
“Please, I know nothing of the world, except my father is lost in it.”
“Is that a banana in your lunch box, or are you just pleased to see me?”