So where's the pen?
Where's that one you gave me for my birthday last year?
Where's your mate, Gabe?
"Where's your old man?" she asked.
Where's the suicide note?
And where's her... unmentionables?
"No, Jonny, Sofi's—" "Where's Jenn?"
Now, where's my reward?
"Where's the Elder?" demanded Rostov in a loud voice.
"Where's Jonathan?" he called after her.
"Where's the thermometer?" he asked, his focus still on Destiny.
Where's Julie in all this?
The mall; where's the mall from here?
"Where's Jonny?" he demanded.
"Where's your bodyguard?" he demanded.
Rainy, where's my chopper?
Where's the package of cigarettes?
Where's the mine that everyone is so concerned about?
"Where's Fred?" he managed to say, trying his best to keep his voice casual.
Where's this poisoned tea?
Where's Fred off to?
So, where's Darren, golfing with Larry Tate?
Where's Jeffrey Byrne now?
"Bianca, where's Jenn?" he demanded.
"Where's your master?" she prodded at his silence.
Where's your country bumpkin?
The one night she'd been too tired to check on her cousins before bed … "Where's my phone, Brandon?"
"Where's Ashley?" she called after him.
"Why, where's Eureka?" cried Dorothy, suddenly.
"Where's the Elder?" he cried furiously.
'Now then, where's your chief's quarters?'
"And where's the fur cloak?" asked Dolokhov.