My, aren't you the night owl tonight - the boy who has been dancing with me half the night.
We're leaving tomorrow, aren't we?
You know you love each other, but you aren't about to admit it.
Thanks to the insurance, there aren't any.
Tell me the truth now, aren't you enjoying the ride?
And don't tell me you aren't playing house with him.
My, aren't we in a good mood tonight.
You're putting me on, aren't you?
You aren't giggly or a blabber mouth either, are you?
That's a nice thought, but the rest of us aren't willing to let it stand that way.
Aren't you the least bit concerned about whether they made it?
Excuse me for staring, but aren't you the young lady that had Ashley in a dither?
But aren't you a little concerned about what people will say?
Aren't you getting hungry?
I gather you two aren't the best of friends?
Aren't you captivated too?
A lot of jurisdictions aren't in a hurry to get us involved.
We're on top of the world, aren't we?
"You're a Healer, aren't you?" he asked.
We're a lot alike, aren't we?
"You're him, aren't you?" she whispered.
Why aren't you more concerned?
Why aren't you going after the Other?
"My dear, these aren't toasters," he said and echoed her chuckle.
And those notes aren't good enough.
I don't sleep with random men, especially those who aren't … you're not even human, are you?
I'm still here, aren't I?
But, if an Immortal or human or deity corners you, and you aren't able to summon me, you need to know how to defend yourself, Darkyn started.
"Kindness and compassion aren't weaknesses," she countered.
You aren't Death anymore.
I'm here, aren't I?
All cops aren't bad, Martha.
You are okay with this, aren't you?
Again, we aren't talking about anyone knowing anything about you personally.
While we have deciphered the genome in that we have written it all down, we aren't at all sure which parts do what, as noted before.
So, when I tell you we will see the end of war, if you are over thirty-five years of age, you have every reason to roll your eyes and tell me you have seen this movie before and aren't up for the sequel.
You are studying English history, aren't you.
Why aren't you serving in the army?
Aren't they afraid of sinning?... said the same mob now, looking with pained distress at the dead body with its long, thin, half-severed neck and its livid face stained with blood and dust.
Terrible in battle... gallant... with the fair" (he winked and smiled), "that's what the French are, Monsieur Pierre, aren't they?"