I've told you my remittance hasn't come. Remittance indeed! said Mrs. Hall.

With reference to the invoice No.56789 which was due last month, we have not yet received your remittance.

If you cannot make full remittance, please get in touch with me by October 28, 1998.

That's what I want to know. I told you three days ago I was awaiting a remittance

We believe, however, that over a period of time, we will be able to make remittance in full settlement.

I was all against the scheme. At the same time, don't you know, I had to have that remittance.

Re crafting your work, your love, your play, your friendship, your parenting.

Your shoes, your clothes, your home appliances, your car.

Your friend, your parent, your lover?

The idea was that he would give me a remittance on condition that I dashed out to some blighted locality of the name of Colorado and learned farming or ranching, or whatever they call it, at some bally ranch or farm or whatever it's called.

And this man, he's every man your grandfather, your uncle, your father, your son, your neighbor, your professor, your student.

Your wife, your children, your family, your education, your religion, endless number of identifications.

Your call. Your call.

Your record. Your court.

Your mouth. Your mouth.

Your Corps Your Corps

Forsake your love, your charm, your beauty too

We need your perspectives, your curiosity, your voices.

your destination, your nationality and your full name.

All I need is your love (Your love, Your love, your love...)

All I need is your love (Your love, Your love, your love...)

Bring your guns, bring your knives Save your children and your wives

All I need is your love (Your love, Your love, your love...) I need your love.

Because we also need your intellectual capital your ideas, your skills, your ingenuity.

Your cells regenerate, your hair, your nails, everything grows for your entire life.

Your message will only go to your audience, your family, and your friends.

I don't know your cameraman, your board, your format.

Shut your mouth. Shut your mouth. Shut your mouth.

You know your problem? Your problem is your mother.

Your uncle is wearied by your malcontent your warmongering.

The fact is, the poor old lad is absolutely dependent on that remittance of yours, and when you cut it off, don't you know, he was pretty solidly in the soup, and had to think of some way of closing in on a bit of the ready pretty quick.

Your time is your own.

Your work and your cell.

Only your pretending your not.

Password , your name , your address ,

Bush Your eyes, your eyes

Despite your indisposition, Your Highness?

Your SA, your PL button.

Your overconfidence is your weakness.

Your body, even your skin.

Your troubles dismay your daughter

Your focus determines your reality.

He's your friend, your mentor.

Monsieur... your change, your change.

Madam, your bag, your keys...