Aren't you getting hungry?
Why aren't you serving in the army?
Tell me the truth now, aren't you enjoying the ride?
We're a lot alike, aren't we?
"My dear, these aren't toasters," he said and echoed her chuckle.
Thanks to the insurance, there aren't any.
We're leaving tomorrow, aren't we?
"You're a Healer, aren't you?" he asked.
Why aren't you going after the Other?
I'm here, aren't I?
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.
Aren't they laughing at me?
"These aren't needed," said she, putting aside some plates of Kiev ware.
Again, we aren't talking about anyone knowing anything about you personally.
Terrible in battle... gallant... with the fair" (he winked and smiled), "that's what the French are, Monsieur Pierre, aren't they?"
You're putting me on, aren't you?
That's a nice thought, but the rest of us aren't willing to let it stand that way.
Excuse me for staring, but aren't you the young lady that had Ashley in a dither?
Even the police, who see the aftermath of terrible, gut-wrenching crimes, aren't forced to watch them actually happening.
Aren't you captivated too?
We're on top of the world, aren't we?
Parents whose children are in the military generally aren't the ones hawkishly pushing for war.
And don't tell me you aren't playing house with him.
I gather you two aren't the best of friends?
You're curious, aren't you?
"You're him, aren't you?" she whispered.
My, aren't we in a good mood tonight.
You're beginning to enjoy it, aren't you?
You aren't giggly or a blabber mouth either, are you?
They just aren't expected to stray too far from the homestead in the process – or get paid for it.
A lot of jurisdictions aren't in a hurry to get us involved.
"False identities aren't easy to get," I said, remembering Daniel Brennan obtaining ours.
Julie, Quinn, Martha and the baby aren't coming.
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.
You are okay with this, aren't you?
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.
It is a shame that de Tocqueville's voluntary associations aren't more prominent around the world today—but in the future, they may be.
Similarly, our agricultural processes aren't so hot.
And then, the seeds we are using aren't anything to write home about, either.
You are studying English history, aren't you.
"Well, aren't you ashamed of yourself, Captain Tushin?" he continued.
"You are friendly with Boris, aren't you?" asked Vera.
"Aren't you cold?" he asked.
Some are, and some aren't--like us.
My, aren't you the night owl tonight - the boy who has been dancing with me half the night.
You're really off on yourself, aren't you?
But people are out here all the time with ATV's, aren't they?
Aren't you going to eat lunch?
Women aren't supposed to assume a man's role.
There are other cases, aren't there?
You're going to tell us Howie isn't a virgin anymore, aren't you?
Why aren't you more concerned?
"You aren't alone in that," she said with a small smile.
Sofi said the Originals aren't what we've been led to believe them to be.
And those notes aren't good enough.
A little testy today, aren't we?
There aren't many of us, and we're all over the world, but we're really close-knit.
I'm going back to Europe with you, aren't I?
"Kindness and compassion aren't weaknesses," she countered.
"You aren't coming?" she asked, facing him again.
You aren't Death anymore.
All cops aren't bad, Martha.
Most cases aren't like our jelly bean example where each person had the items the other person wanted.
They aren't responsible for the oil being in Alaska and do nothing to extract the oil from the earth.
News and information that undermine their credibility or authority aren't so welcome either.
"Dmitri," said Rostov to his valet on the box, "those lights are in our house, aren't they?"
Aren't there plenty of troops on the march?
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.
I guess it's just something different - something we aren't used to yet.
But aren't you a little concerned about what people will say?
Quinn and Martha aren't there?
I'm bad, aren't I, or I wouldn't have done what I did to B.
You aren't going to ask me?
And in our Internet Renaissance, aren't we seeing an explosion of these same things at a spectacularly more massive scale?
You're of the gentry yourself, aren't you?
You know you love each other, but you aren't about to admit it.
I say, aren't the flints in your pistols worn out?
I don't sleep with random men, especially those who aren't … you're not even human, are you?
Aren't you the least bit concerned about whether they made it?