I would like to ask a question.

I was asking girls if they like being a girl, and all the girls were like, No, I hate it. I can't stand it.

May I ask where are you going?

May I ask where are you going?

Why are you doing this, if I may ask?

I continue to ask myself, Why?

God Bless his soul and his family.

Let me ask my parents, maybe they can help figure out...

Meanwhile, I ask

I went down. I go, Where's my son?

May I come in?

I can't eat.

I can't leave you.

I can't understand.

Can I stay?

I can see it now.

And when I was teaching, I used to always ask the students, What's the definition of a good job?

Step one was the moment I said, I can. I can do this.

I could blow the depression away.

Where do I get stamps?

I can't find my watch.

I can't believe it!

I can't thank you enough.

I can't do it.

I can't believe it!

I can't say the opposite.

Anyone thinking, I could do that service better, I could deliver it cheaper, it's all available there.

I can't put up with this noise.

I can't live without you.

I can't convey my feelings in words.

May I ask your name?

I can carry those suitcases for you.

Can I see your passport?

Can I take this with me?

Can I bring someone?

I can't read this.

I can live without water.

She has been saying strange things. I really don't get it.

May I come again?

How much could I buy this house for?

I'll never be able to love you again.

I can send you my Berber dictionary.

I can only mention a few.

Maybe someday I can visit them again.

Where can I get a taxi?