I started asking questions

I was just asking.

I am asking you.

I was only asking.

I was just asking.

I was just asking.

I know. I was asking you.

So I started asking myself,

But I was asking myself,

Now, I know you're asking,

I know what I'm asking.

Am I asking too much?

Am I asking too much?

... I am asking so little.

Am I asking too much?

What am I asking for?

Am I not asking you?

I'll keep on asking. Something I can't avoid acknowledging, I'll keep on asking.

Darling, I didn't know what I was asking.

I feel so lame asking you.

Shouldn't I be asking you that?

And I understand what you're asking.

I was just asking. That's all.

I shouldn't have started asking questions.

Am I asking for too much?

I was only asking 'cause, uh...

Oh, forgive my asking. I forgot.

I know, that's why i'm asking.

I took the liberty of asking

And while I was writing, I was asking myself,

But I suppose I was asking... hoping too much.

I don't remember asking for your opinion.

I am trusting you and asking you.

So I started asking myself the question

And then I stopped asking, Why me?

And I kept asking myself these questions.

So now I see what they're asking.

I'm asking myself, Why am I here?

As your patient, Dawson, I am asking.

Only asking a civil question, I was.

But I feel proud for asking me ...

I have a reason for asking this.

And I spent the years asking myself,

I figured you'd be asking about that.

I just adore his asking for more