“Tell me truly, I implore-- Is there-- is there balm in Gilead?--tell me--tell me, I implore!”
“I must tell you this, Maggie. Your letters are my lifeline. Your threat to stop them terrified me. Never stop writing to me, I implore you.”
“Please Mia," he implores. "Don't make me write a song.”
“Tell me. Tell me, Grace, that you don't feel this. Please. Tell me and I will walk right out of here”
“I have something to tell you.""How, you have something to tell me?""You have understood me exactly.""Well, I am listening.""Listening? Then, you wish me to tell you?""Yes, that is it. I am listening, and therefore I wish you to tell me.""Shall I tell you now?""No.”
“Science tells me God must exist. My mind tells me I will never understand God. And my heart tells me I am not meant to.”