"What's his name?" she asked.
I'll tell you what's going on; he read about this place in a book, maybe a long time ago, and now he's dreaming about it.
"What's that?" asked the Scarecrow.
Anyway, what's so terrible about a woman wearing pants?
What's more, the Internet can be a fact checker, post office, Rolodex, Yellow Pages, White Pages, game board, garage sale, university, movie theater, jukebox, matchmaking service, travel agent, photo album, bank, support group ...
What's the point of living to a ripe old age if you can't enjoy yourself?
We'll start by taking out what's here and the warehouse where he's storing weapons.
What's the matter, are you expecting a better offer?
What's more, I knew she was right.
Rostov shrugged his shoulders as much as to say: "Nor do I, but what's one to do?" and, having given his order, he returned to Telyanin.
Oh, what's the use?
What's worse, you were so naïve - and you love him.
"What's that?" asked Dorothy, gazing fearfully at the great scaley head, the yawning mouth and the big eyes.
So our ability to find cause and effect in that—and to really discern fact from fallacy, what's good from what's bad for us—is highly suspect.
What's up with you?
What's important is that you're alive.
Do you want to talk about what's bothering you?
What's wrong with it?
"What's to become of me?" asked the horse, uneasily.
Hardly a man takes a half-hour's nap after dinner, but when he wakes he holds up his head and asks, "What's the news?" as if the rest of mankind had stood his sentinels.
"What's the matter with her?" thought Pierre, glancing at her.
And what's your name?
"What's this?" she said, frowning as she took the envelope.
Otherwise, what's so different from yesterday?
What's petrifying about that?
I don't disagree and God knows I have no more idea what's causing these visions but they're ruling his life right now.
What's this negative-positive business and electrostatic field?
I don't want to abuse what's been given to me but I'm half sick with worry and I can't think straight.
I'm sure you'll do what's best.
No. She's sleeping but I'm sure she'd be willing to hear what's troubling you.
So what's the problem?
"What's the matter?" he asked.
What's one to do? he asked, evidently expecting an answer.
What's to be done?
As it is we have played at war--that's what's vile!
"Ha, what's this?" asked Napoleon, noticing that all the courtiers were looking at something concealed under a cloth.
Well, what of it... do what's necessary... said the count, muttering some indefinite order.
"What's in it?" asked Natasha.
What's the matter? asked Natasha, as with animated face she ran into the room.
Our King of Naples, who knows what's what, cried 'Bravo!'
"What's burning?" asked Natasha.
"What's this?" said the doctor, rising from his bed.