“Why couldn't you let me have it? Why did you have to take it? Why did you always take everything?”

“Why? Why did you do this to me?" "He's going to come after me. He won't just kill me. He'll go after you, too." "That's right, He can't take the chance. I didn't tell you about it...why?" He repeated on a sob? "Why did you-"You wouldn't take me to New York"His mouth dropped open "NEW YORK?" he shouted. "You did all this because I wouldn't take, you to New York!”

“Why did you envy? Why you go against me? When I got trendy, why you aint commend me? Why when I needed it, why you couldn't lend me? Why you was secretive frontin like you friendly?”

“Why did you take me down this road if you don't want to walk with me? Why do you exist all alone, when you could just talk to me?”

“Why did you let her take the head off London Bridge?"Cromwell:"You know me, Stephen. The fluid of benevolence flows through my veins and sometimes overspills.”

“In the end, the wind takes everything, doesn't it? And why not? Why other? If the sweetness of our lives did not depart, there would be no sweetness at all.”