“Would you do me a favor milord? Be a boorish ass again. (Rowena)”

“Don't do me any favors, Glass Ass," Jason snapped.”

“Jason talking about Michael - "Don't do me any favors, Glass Ass," Jason snapped.”

“Don't you ever save me again. Do you hear me, you hotheaded little incendiary? Don't help me, rescue me, offer me succor, or do me a favor. Do you understand, you nihilistic dynamitard! Don't you dare ever save me again!”

“Do you know what a friend is, milord? (Emily)An enemy in disguise. (Draven)”

“There is just one problem, Captain,” the President said quietly. “I can’t order you to undertake such a covert project. It’s dangerous, could get you court-martialed and is probably illegal.” “But you could ask me as a favor, Mr. President,” Brock replied. FDR grinned again, his signature broad smile putting a wonderful sparkle in his eye. “Would you do this for me, as a personal favor, young man?” Brock nodded emphatically. “Yes, sir. It would be an honor.”