A Quote by George M. Cohan

I don't care what they call me as long as they mention my name. — © George M. Cohan
I don't care what they call me as long as they mention my name.
I really don't care at all what people call me as long as they're listening to the music and talking about it. They can call me a space-jazz flautist. I don't care at all.
You can call me he. You can call me she. You can call me Regis and Kathie Lee; I don't care! Just as long as you call me.
Everything in the least connected with him has value for me; if someone even mentions his name it is like a little present to me-and I long to mention it myself
When people talk about the lightweight division they will probably mention my name a little bit. Whether they believe I don't deserve to be up there or I do, they are at least going to mention me.
My college friends call me Karu, which is the worst. Only in our country can we make a short form for a short name. But otherwise, I've never had a pet name all my life. But now, in official meetings, someone will call me KJo. And I'll judge that person in my head. Just call me Karan.
They mention that it's a nonstop flight. Well, I must say I don't care for that sort of thing. Call me old fashioned, but I insist that my flight stop. Preferably at an airport.
In this industry, people want a 'yes sir' attitude. But ad men usually have a chip on their shoulders. We have more money and are more successful. We call everyone by the first name. My assistants call me Vivek but I don't care.
You are frightened of everything. You call it caution. You call it common sense. You call it practicality. You call it playing the odds, but that's only because you're afraid to call it by its real name, and its real name is fear.
Call me Ildar! Call me Abra-ca-da-bra! My name is my name.
Spirit, who are you?' Andy demanded. Bobby remained silent, his entire body strained, his lips tightly together, his eyes bulging out. He was taking frantic, short breaths through his nose. His face was crimson. Spirit,' said Andy, 'I command you to tell us who you are in Jesus' name!' Don't you mention that name!' the spirit hissed and then cursed. I will mention that name again and again,' said Hank. You know that name has defeated you.
Names are still magic; even Sharon, Karen, Darren, and Warren are magic to somebody somewhere. In fairy stories, naming is knowledge. When I know your name, I can call your name, and when I call your name, you'll come to me.
I don't care what I'm being called as long as I'm playing, that's all that matters. You can call me anything you want as long as I'm playing.
I don't care what you label me as long as you call me president.
I don't care what the newspapers say about me as long as they spell my name right.
You can call me 'Tons of Lard' for all I care, as long as I get to work.
Whereas Europeans generally pronounce my name the right way ('Ni-klows Wirt'), Americans invariably mangle it into 'Nick-les Worth'. This is to say that Europeans call me by name, but Americans call me by value.
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