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I told you that Gloria Melfi is seriously ill.

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I told you to eat first. Alright. I’ll try to talk to Emma.

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I told you, Evan: we're at the point where we can correct nature's mistakes. And there are quite a lot of those in humans!

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I took in a boy from the streets yesterday. He's very weak... Starved, sick, thin as a rake...

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I took the bonds so that you could make some money off of fines for their disappearance.

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I tried to make report. No one understands. I'm scared. No way out.

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I tried watching Quantum Junk Heap and didn't understand a thing!

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I trust you! But you know what they say: “trust, but check you must!”. Sorry, Simon, but do you have any ID?

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I understand all of that, but what does it have to do with me, damn it?

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I understand how unpleasant that must be, but we have more serious issues to deal with...

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I understand that asking this from a stranger is too much. But there might be no other chance.

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I understand that this product gives you the illusion of power. But it won’t change anything in my life. I can manage without stimulants.

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I used my shoe voucher at Store No. 3. The shoes I bought have a quality stamp on the soles featuring the state coat of arms.

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I wanna say that Nicholas Pergheim, the warden of the prison, is violating guards’ rights and making the job real crappy!

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I want cool bugs like that too! Can you get a couple for me and put them in a bag?

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I want her prosecuted for neglecting the future of our Great State!

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I want him kicked out of the Writers Guild, his typewriter confiscated, and his poems about love banned!

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I want it now!

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I want nothing, but Mom says it's hard for her to carry on pulling double shifts as a janitor. As if it's that hard to do an extra shift! What does…

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I want thirty flags to decorate my street, and 10,000 to spend on patriotic decorations for the benefit of the population!

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I want to apologize to you, Evan. I was a bad father. I wasn't with you when you needed me. I'm not with you now, when you’re caught in the center of…

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I want to be reassigned. I graduated from culinary college and should be working as a cook, not a welder.

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I want to buy them.

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I want to change my job!

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I want to complain about Ivan Felmeyer, the director of our lab. We have no chemicals, no test tubes, no equipment - nothing!

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I want to complain about my neighbors, Werner von Gray and Sergey King. There used to be an elevator in our apartment building. It broke some years…

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I want to complain about the city utilities management. They only hire North Borean immigrants!

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I want to complain about the mobile propaganda units near my apartment building.

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I want to complain about the terrible working conditions in the police force. Who the hell decided that we have to wear hats underneath our helmets?…

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I want to file a complaint! Our despicable enemies derailed a performance by my Youth Drummers in honor of the Battle of the Pzhista River!

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I want to find out what they’re up to and evict them!

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I want to free this man!

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I want to get a permit to read certain extracts of our Wise Leader's biography aloud on Patience Square and Obedience Drive.

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I want to go to home, Evan. Or to die.

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I want to have it published in the next edition of the newspaper! Where can I leave it?

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I want to help you look for your brother.

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I want to help you.

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I want to inform you that my brother-in-law is keeping forbidden books. I know for a fact that he reads them under a blanket with a flashlight.

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I want to inform you that my neighbor, Walter Gauss, is a chronic freeloader! He thinks he's a poet, so he doesn't have a job... He just spends his…

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I want to know whether or not you can break free if the pain becomes unbearable...

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I want to let you know that a couple of the peddlers on Labor Square, Bertha Proschek and Anna Hobbes, have been feeding stale bread to the pigeons!…

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I want to make a complaint against Trade Trust No. 3. They refused to hire me in the import deliveries department! What an outrage! They say there’s…

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I want to make a statement. My mother-in-law steals cotton candy from work and takes it home.

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I told you that Gloria Melfi is seriously ill.

I told you to eat first. Alright. I’ll try to talk to Emma.

I told you, Evan: we're at the point where we can correct nature's mistakes. And there are quite a lot of those in humans!

I took in a boy from the streets yesterday. He's very weak... Starved, sick, thin as a rake...

I took the bonds so that you could make some money off of fines for their disappearance.

I tried to make report. No one understands. I'm scared. No way out.

I tried watching Quantum Junk Heap and didn't understand a thing!

I trust you! But you know what they say: “trust, but check you must!”. Sorry, Simon, but do you have any ID?

I understand all of that, but what does it have to do with me, damn it?

I understand how unpleasant that must be, but we have more serious issues to deal with...

I understand that asking this from a stranger is too much. But there might be no other chance.

I understand that this product gives you the illusion of power. But it won’t change anything in my life. I can manage without stimulants.

I understand, Evan. Did you two ever patch things up?

I understand.

I understand. But what do you want from me?

I understand. That bastard crossed every line imaginable.

I understand. There is nothing else to talk about, then. I'm tired.

I understand. You’re in charge.

I used my shoe voucher at Store No. 3. The shoes I bought have a quality stamp on the soles featuring the state coat of arms.

I wanna say that Nicholas Pergheim, the warden of the prison, is violating guards’ rights and making the job real crappy!

I want cool bugs like that too! Can you get a couple for me and put them in a bag?

I want her prosecuted for neglecting the future of our Great State!

I want him kicked out of the Writers Guild, his typewriter confiscated, and his poems about love banned!

I want it now!

I want nothing, but Mom says it's hard for her to carry on pulling double shifts as a janitor. As if it's that hard to do an extra shift! What does…

I want thirty flags to decorate my street, and 10,000 to spend on patriotic decorations for the benefit of the population!

I want to apologize to you, Evan. I was a bad father. I wasn't with you when you needed me. I'm not with you now, when you’re caught in the center of…

I want to be reassigned. I graduated from culinary college and should be working as a cook, not a welder.

I want to buy them.

I want to change my job!

I want to complain about Ivan Felmeyer, the director of our lab. We have no chemicals, no test tubes, no equipment - nothing!

I want to complain about my neighbors, Werner von Gray and Sergey King. There used to be an elevator in our apartment building. It broke some years…

I want to complain about the city utilities management. They only hire North Borean immigrants!

I want to complain about the mobile propaganda units near my apartment building.

I want to complain about the terrible working conditions in the police force. Who the hell decided that we have to wear hats underneath our helmets?…

I want to file a complaint! Our despicable enemies derailed a performance by my Youth Drummers in honor of the Battle of the Pzhista River!

I want to find out what they’re up to and evict them!

I want to free this man!

I want to get a permit to read certain extracts of our Wise Leader's biography aloud on Patience Square and Obedience Drive.

I want to go to home, Evan. Or to die.

I want to have it published in the next edition of the newspaper! Where can I leave it?

I want to help you look for your brother.

I want to help you.

I want to inform you that my brother-in-law is keeping forbidden books. I know for a fact that he reads them under a blanket with a flashlight.

I want to inform you that my neighbor, Walter Gauss, is a chronic freeloader! He thinks he's a poet, so he doesn't have a job... He just spends his…

I want to know whether or not you can break free if the pain becomes unbearable...

I want to let you know that a couple of the peddlers on Labor Square, Bertha Proschek and Anna Hobbes, have been feeding stale bread to the pigeons!…

I want to make a complaint against Trade Trust No. 3. They refused to hire me in the import deliveries department! What an outrage! They say there’s…

I want to make a statement. My mother-in-law steals cotton candy from work and takes it home.

I want to present the Ministry with my chemical formula for transforming gold into lead. Which office should I go to?