Long ago... I found I could no longer call my soul my own.

I'd gladly face not having an acre of land to call my own...

For my own information... would you call your approach toward me typical of the local morale?

I call to remembrance my song in the night I commune with mine own heart and my spirit made diligent search.

I call to remembrance my song in the night I commune with mine own heart and my spirit made diligent search.

Well, thanks a lot but I prefer to roll my own. This is what I like to call my Operations Room.

You're my own sister's son, but where does that give you the right to call me a liar?

Understanding my own self, understanding my own pain, my own isolation, was my greatest teacher.

And instead of using that money to top up my own phone, I call up the local village operator.

That's my call.

Call my bluff.

My own.

There I was, better than a millionaire in the morning... and a penniless refugee by nightfall... with nothing but these rags and my poor flesh to call my own.

Heavens, that's my call.

I'll call my mother.

I'll call my wife.

Don't call my father!

Cathy. My own

My own mother!

My own reflection.

My own beloved.

My own father.

My own command.

My own brother.

My own son!

My own tabernacle.

My own father.

My own torero.

My own home

I tried to call Joe. He wouldn't answer my call.

My friend May I call you my friend?

I'd like to fly over my own doctor from Atlanta... and my own nurse and my governess.

Me, Giuseppe Martini, I own my own house.

Mind your own business and call me a taxi! Yes.

My friends call me Ken.

My friends call me Beth.

I'll call you my boss.

Thanks for returning my call.

I'll bet it's my call.

My friends call me Nick.

My friends call me Mike.

Call me at my hotel.

Somebody better call my wife.

Call my wife, will you?

My friends call me Tania.