Quotes About Plea

Richard told Gallegos he was intent upon pleading guilty to all of the crimes except the abduction-molestation charges. He knew, he said, he'd probably get the death sentence, but that didn't matter. He didn't want to go through with any long, drawn-out trial that he'd lose in the end because of all the negative publicity against him. He didn't want his father to suffer the disgrace of all the details that would surely come out during a protracted trial.

The Hernandezes asked to be allowed to read the charges before Richard entered a plea. The judge called for a short adjournment to give Daniel and Arturo the opportunity to go over the particulars of the complaint. As Richard was led back to the holding pen, he shouted, "Hail, Satan," again throwing the court into a tizzy. The Hernandezes said they hadn't heard it, but the court stenographer heard him clearly and she put it in the record—"Hail, Satan.

Judge Nelson set May 21 as the date Richard had to enter a plea on the fifty new felony charges. There were now fifty-eight, including the initial charges leveled in September 1985. Richard was taken out of the courtroom, chains rattling, feeling triumphant, feeling that Satan's hand had helped in getting the eighteen charges dropped.

Handwritten in neat block letters on a page torn from a novel by Nikolay Gogol, it read: S.O.S. I NEED YOUR HELP. I AM INJURED, NEAR DEATH, AND TOO WEAK TO HIKE OUT OF HERE I AM ALL ALONE, THIS IS NO JOKE. IN THE NAME OF GOD, PLEASE REMAIN TO SAVE ME. I AM OUT COLLECTING BERRIES CLOSE BY AND SHALL RETURN THIS EVENING. THANK YOU, CHRIS MCCANDLESS. AUGUST?

Alejandría, debelada, imploró en vano la misericordia del César

He reminds me of the man who murdered both his parents, and then when sentence was about to be pronounced pleaded for mercy on the grounds that he was an orphan.

Please, mister, could I have a cracker for my oontatherium?

Esta oración se podría considerar como el fundamento de donde se forman todas las demás peticiones.

Please, Tommy, Please.

Kill me. If you've ever been my friend, kill me. Please Tommy. Please

Richard walked over to him. It was not a long way but he walked slowly, as if he were tired, and halted, eventually, face to face with his younger brother. He said, 'Change your mind. It is the last chance in life you may have.' Spoken soberly, with all the honesty of which he was capable, it was neither threat nor impassioned appeal but a simple plea, simply put. To which Lymond, looking him in the eyes, shook his head.

Will you please leave whelks out of it?

We demand admission!

I was thinking, that when my time comes, I should be sorry if the only plea I had to offer was that of justice. Because it might mean that only justice would be meted out to me.

He looked real sad and lost. And all he said was, 'Help me, please help me.

Don't let me do this! As always, his plea received no answer. Half an hour later he entered

Whoever tramples on the plea for justice temperately made in the name of peace only outrages peace and kills something fine in the heart of man which God put there when we got our manhood.

I'm on my knees begging, please come and save me.

Whoever tramples on the plea for justice temperately made in the name of peace only outrages peace and kills something fine in the heart of man which God put there when we got our manhood.

The plea of necessity, that eternal argument of all conspirators.

Though justice be thy plea consider this, that in the course of justice none of us should see salvation.

Please God, we're all right here. Please leave us alone. Don't send death in his fat red suit and his ho-ho baritone.

Please God, be merciful to me!

Ah, Lord God be merciful to us all!