You can't force me.

But you force me to choose and I'll leave you.

That's right, order me to do it.

I came with the family to see you, but an emergency at your squad forces me to turn away.

You make me want to do things that i'm not allowed.

Chinese forces me to constantly think about it.

And you can't force me to.

But, darling Now, don't make me stay home.

Picture in a frame, ashes in a bottle, boundless energy confined in the bottle, forcing me to deal with reality, forcing me to deal with being grown up.

My relations with my aunt forces me to be on far too many trips. I apologize.

I suppose that good manners force me to include your romantically inclined friend.

She made me read them to her, one by one, out loud.

Many more encouraging statistics could be mentioned, but time constraints oblige me to be brief.

And in fact, if I want to speak correctly, Chinese forces me to constantly think about it.

But I was about to leave the school, because my poor mother couldn't afford schooling.

What my language would have forced me to do, instead of just telling you, This is my uncle, is to tell you a tremendous amount of additional information.

Those sobering statistics, together with Yaguine and Fodé's cry for help, compel me to draw the Assembly's attention to the problem of youth unemployment.

It was just sitting there and if you really wanted to force me to say what it was doing, well, it was giving a little bit of confidence behind what this thing was, right?