"Consistent judgments, please" was a plea from the defence on the prejudice limb.
That's not a sign, that's a plea from the New Jersey State Department of Transportation, which says it recently completed a program upgrading its signs.
It was a plea from a victim with no shortage of Jimmy Choos or Christian Louboutins, asking a judge to do his part in securing the sanctity of retail America.
Written on it was a plea from a Roman called Silvianus, asking Nodens, the god of the Lydney temple, to return a ring, stolen by Senicianus, and placing a curse of ill health on the thief.
It's a plea from John Podhoretz and Michael Medved to Republicans: stop the infighting, the primary challenges, the insistence on ideological purity, because "the truest beneficiary of the intra-Republican civil war will be the Democratic Party".
The most sobering note of the morning was a plea from George Rupp, Columbia's president and the keynote speaker, for the graduates to reach beyond themselves to help others.
His solo in the movie is a plea from an all-but-invisible everyman: "Mister Cellophane should have been my name," it goes, " 'Cause you can look right through me, walk right by me, and never know I'm there!" "I really relate," Mr. Reilly said contemplatively.
The memo, seen by the Guardian and titled: "Ideas please: Sinking", appears to be a plea from a jobcentre manager to her staff for solutions to tackle an ever-growing workload brought about by the new system for delivering social security to more than 7 million people.
Maybe this is a plea from LaBeouf?
It's a plea from a pedestal that's used to people listening.
