Rainy, where's my chopper?
"Why, where's Eureka?" cried Dorothy, suddenly.
Where's the mine that everyone is so concerned about?
"Where's your old man?" she asked.
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?
Where's Jeffrey Byrne now?
"No, Jonny, Sofi's—" "Where's Jenn?"
Now, where's my reward?
"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 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 this poisoned tea?
Where's the med station?
"Where's your master?" she prodded at his silence.
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.