You Want Me Quotes

I’m a fish swimming by…catch me if you want me.

You want me and I want you. right?” Who did she think she was? You can’t just go around blurting out the truth like a prophet with Tourette’s Syndrome. He said, “Well, I guess. Yeah, that’s right.

If you want me to sing this Christmas song with the feeling and the meaning, you better see if you can locate that check.

You want me to admit I’m a four-foot, six-inch freckle-faced person of Jewish extraction? I admit it. All but the extraction. But being short never bothered me for three seconds. The rest of the time I wanted to commit suicide.

Can you come over to Amberwood? I need you to help me break curfew and escape my dorm.” There were a few moments of silence. “Sage, I’ve been waiting two months to hear you say those words. You want me to bring a ladder?

You want ME in the ring? Now I know you’ve been drinking

Have taken Trier with two divisions. What do you want me to do? Give it back?

Darling, I don’t want you; I’ve got no place for you; I only want what you give. I don’t want the whole of anyone…. What you want is the whole of me-isn’t it, isn’t it?-and the whole of me isn’t there for anybody. In that full sense you want me I don’t exist.

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your bootsoles.

Wait, so am I allowed to put my shirt back on? Or did you want me to remove my pants, too?

You want me to say something? Okay. Sometimes I think I am what you made me. And sometimes I don’t know who I am at all. And either way I’m not happy.

Nobody wants to pay higher taxes. But do you want your kids to get a good education? You have to pay for that. Do you want Medicare for senior citizens? I do. We have to pay for it.

This be OK?’ I asked, innocently. ‘You want me to have no skin left?’ You rolled your eyes. Actually, don’t answer that one.

Lord, may I think what you want me to think. May I desire what you want me to desire. May I speak as you want me to speak. May I work as you want me to work.

We believe in the wrong things. That’s what frustrates me the most. Not the lack of belief, but the belief in the wrong things. You want meaning? Well, the meanings are out there. We’re just so damn good at reading them wrong.

Eugenie, my sweet, your outraged protests are adorable, but they only continue to slow us down. If you want me to help you, then let me. If you don’t, then take me to one of those places where human women wear revealing clothing and quickly lose their virtue through alcohol.

I’m your private dancer, a dancer for money, I’ll do what you want me to do.