Now remember, it's your first day of trainin', so listen to your teacher and no fightin', play nice with the other kids, unless, of course, one of the other kids wanna fight, then you have to kick the other kid's butt. /You're the saddest bunch I've ever met,/But you can bet, before we're through/Mister, I'll make a man out of you.
] Let's get down to business to defeat the Huns./Did they send me daughters when I asked for sons? It would mean a lot if you'd come and back us up." Hmm, that's great, except you forgot, "And since we're out of potpourri, perhaps you wouldn't mind bringing up some." *Hel-lo!
But I'm feeling gracious today, so carry on before I report you.
You stole your father's armor, ran away from home, impersonated a soldier, deceived your commanding officer, dishonored the Chinese Army, destroyed my palace, and...
Your ancestors never sent me, they don't even like me.
Who is that girl I see, staring straight back at me?
Now I see, that if I were truly to be myself, I would break my family's heart.
He felt so helpless right now and so bitter towards the people who thought they were trying to save her but really were stopping her from actually being saved. Then I can do what I need to do.” He needed to save her and he couldn’t do it when everyone was around her still.
As the machines all stopped and the doctors slowed down, Sam let out a cry of pure pain, dropping down to the floor as he slammed his fists against his legs. Lydia felt helpless, unable to do anything to help her husband or her mother in law as the doctors tried desperately to get her heart started again.
He wanted to slam them to the floor but knew it would break it so he couldn’t exactly do that. She’d read enough medical journals to understand the jargon, having a vague idea of what they were doing and it sounded as if things were getting hopeless - Mary was unresponsive.
After this Great Stone Humpty-Dumpty mess, I'd have to bring her home with a medal to be let back in the temple.
I'll make Mulan a war hero, and the ancestors will be begging me to come back.
Sam finally stopped fighting though he pressed his hands to the glass as he struggled to keep himself controlled.
“She’s gonna die and I can save her but they can’t. Lydia, I can’t– I can’t let her die.” Sam’s voice cracked as he pressed his forehead to the glass.