“You want me to tell Ed Murrow what to say or what not to say?…I'll tell him you said so, Governor, and thank you very much for your opinion.”

“If you tell me how you get your feeling of importance, I'll tell you what you are.”

“Just tell me you don't love me, and I'll let the matter drop."
"What?"
"What I said. Just say, 'Rai, I don't love you and I never will'. It's that simple."
"Raisa, this is getting us nowhere."
"Say it!”

““Tell me, then! What is so important?”
“Your life! I could not bear that you should lose it!”
“I feel much the same. Say on.””

“If you ask me what I want, I'll tell you. I want everything.”

“Tell me what you listen to, and I'll tell you who you are.”

“I still stand by what I said. Do you want me to lie about it?' he asks.
'No, I want you to rethink it and come up with the right opinion,' I tell him.”

“If you must tell me your opinions, tell me what you believe in. I have plenty of douts of my own.”

“You will tell me what you know now," he said.

"Or?"

He said nothing, so I elaborated. "See, this kind of threat usually has an 'or' attached to it. Or an 'and'. 'Tell me and I'll allow you to live' or something like that.”

“Tell me what you need."
"You," she said simply, that one word tearing to the very heart of him. "Just you.”