Rainy, where's my chopper?
"Why, where's Eureka?" cried Dorothy, suddenly.
"Where's your old man?" she asked.
Where's the mine that everyone is so concerned about?
So where's the pen?
Where's your country bumpkin?
'Now then, where's your chief's quarters?'
"And where's the fur cloak?" asked Dolokhov.
Where's the package of cigarettes?
Where's your mate, Gabe?
Where's the suicide note?
Where's that one you gave me for my birthday last year?
So, where's Darren, golfing with Larry Tate?
"No, Jonny, Sofi's—" "Where's Jenn?"
"Where's the Elder?" he cried furiously.
"Where's Jonny?" he demanded.
"Where's your bodyguard?" he demanded.
"Where's Fred?" he managed to say, trying his best to keep his voice casual.
Where's Fred off to?
And where's her... unmentionables?
Where's Jeffrey Byrne now?
Now, where's my reward?
"Where's the Elder?" demanded Rostov in a loud voice.
"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?
"Bianca, where's Jenn?" he demanded.
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.
You know, I think, my dear... let them be taken... where's the hurry?
"Where's Jonathan?" he called after her.
Where's the med station?
"Where's your master?" she prodded at his silence.
Where's this poisoned tea?
Where's that huntsman from?
Where's the pretty girl?
When they reached Jackson's room, Elisabeth noticed her artwork and asked, "Where's the fall scene?"
"Where's my milk?" asked the kitten, looking up into Dorothy's face.