What time is it?
What is an earthquake?
What could he do about it but lose more sleep?
What time are we going to leave tomorrow?
What was that supposed to mean?
No one knows what the mother might do.
I see how human ingenuity and new technologies have eliminated previously insoluble problems once we stand back and let free markets do what they do best: direct the allocation of capital to find a solution.
What is your sorcery good for if it cannot tell us the truth?
What in the world is this?
Let us examine our prison and see what it is like.
"What would you have me do?" he said at last.
"What an awful fight!" said Dorothy, catching her breath in little gasps.
It was Alex who talked her into the IVF, but what did it matter?
"Oh, what cunning things!" cried Dorothy, catching up one and petting it.
If this was what defined a vacation away from home, she'd just as soon stay at home.
What joy to talk with other children in my own language!
Alex walked into the room, smiling when he saw what she had done.
Maybe that was what Felipa was talking about - that she fussed over him too much.
You are welcome to what we have.
"What are those holes up there?" enquired the boy, pointing to some openings that appeared near the top of the dome.
That's what I say.
When new technology comes out, we generally understand it in terms of what it displaces.
What did she eat today?
You faced what you thought was a great danger, and you were not afraid.
What many children think of with dread, as a painful plodding through grammar, hard sums and harder definitions, is to-day one of my most precious memories.
"What is he good for?" was the next question.
"What are Gargoyles?" asked Zeb.
He looked at the bright, yellow pieces and said, "What shall I do with these coppers, mother?"
What shall I do?
What answer did Novosiltsev get?
And what little they have promised they will not perform!
They were well aware of what could have happened.
"Well, then," answered the stranger, "I will see what they can do for me at the Planters' Tavern, round the corner;" and he rode away.
"What will happen otherwise?" asked the Wizard.
What a big family it was!
I can't imagine what he was thinking to hide a thing like that from you.
My dears, what shall we do?
"What sort of place is this?" asked the boy, trying to see more clearly through the gloom.
What do you think of it, Prince?
What do you mean, 'wow'?
Once a little fish swam too near the surface, and the kitten grabbed it in her mouth and ate it up as quick as a wink; but Dorothy cautioned her to be careful what she ate in this valley of enchantments, and no more fishes were careless enough to swim within reach.
Then the king called one of the wisest scholars in Egypt and asked him what the word meant.
What distant and different beings in the various mansions of the universe are contemplating the same one at the same moment!
I cannot recall what happened during the first months after my illness.
That night, after I had hung my stocking, I lay awake a long time, pretending to be asleep and keeping alert to see what Santa Claus would do when he came.
What demon possessed me that I behaved so well?
What is the nature of the luxury which enervates and destroys nations?
Oh, Dorothy--you can't imagine what horrid things they are!
The 1920s to 1950s renderings of what people thought the future would look like are full of things like personal jetpacks and flying cars.
"In what way?" enquired the Wizard.
Whether things in the future stay the same as they are today or change from what they are today, both are understood in terms of the current reality.
"What a delightful woman this little princess is!" said Prince Vasili to Anna Pavlovna.
"That is what I advise," said the Wizard.
What had happened that made him ditch everything he knew and come to Arkansas?
"What do you do?" asked the Sorcerer.
"What is the matter here?" asked the first lawyer, whose name was Speed.
Examining history is not like gazing into some fantasy crystal ball, where what we see is prophetic in detail.
I do not remember what they all were; but I do know that mother, father, sister, teacher were among them--words that were to make the world blossom for me, "like Aaron's rod, with flowers."
Some have asked what I got to eat; if I did not feel lonesome; if I was not afraid; and the like.
"What shall we do now?" asked Dorothy, anxiously.
It took a decade or two for the new medium to be seen in light of itself, not just in terms of what it displaced.
I used to sit in my mother's lap all day long and keep my hands on her face because it amused me to feel the motions of her lips; and I moved my lips, too, although I had forgotten what talking was.
Confucius said, "To know that we know what we know, and that we do not know what we do not know, that is true knowledge."
Alex said nothing, his stoic features giving no suggestion of what was on his mind.
"What an absurd creature!" he exclaimed.
"What do you mean by that?" asked the little Wizard, greatly puzzled.
He picked it up, but could not see what he held.
What do you call it?
"What the Gargoyles most dread is a noise," said the man's voice.
"What are your products?" enquired the Wizard.
The Wizard had listened intently to what Eureka had said.
"Tell us, dear, what do the creatures look like?" she asked, addressing her pet.
If we have once seen, "the day is ours, and what the day has shown."
What are you going to fix?
What else can you do?
Then try to tell what it is, what it is like, what it is good for, and what is done with it.
"Well, I know what that is," he said to himself; and he wrote the word _turnip_ on his slate.
Today you may stand up before the school and read what you have written about the turnip.
As the nation grew, so did what came to be called the American Dream.
But what about a reasoned belief based on a balanced look at both history and current reality that leads you to be optimistic?
From that vantage point, if you had tried to look fifty years ahead to what the world would be like in the year 2500 BC, you would have expected very little change.
But I cannot remember any instance in which this feeling prevented me from repeating the naughtiness when I failed to get what I wanted.
"Heavens! what a virulent attack!" replied the prince, not in the least disconcerted by this reception.
And what have they promised?
What does it explain?
Let us consider for a moment what most of the trouble and anxiety which I have referred to is about, and how much it is necessary that we be troubled, or at least careful.
What if the Smolensk people have offahd to waise militia for the Empewah?
But to judge what is best--conscription or the militia--we can leave to the supreme authority....
Those standing behind noticed what a speaker omitted to say and hastened to supply it.
Old Rostov could not tell his wife of what had passed without tears, and at once consented to Petya's request and went himself to enter his name.
But all these hints at what happened, both from the French side and the Russian, are advanced only because they fit in with the event.
I'm old and weak and this is what you wanted.
Dessalles looked in amazement at the prince, who was talking of the Niemen when the enemy was already at the Dnieper, but Princess Mary, forgetting the geographical position of the Niemen, thought that what her father was saying was correct.
Yes, he writes that the French were beaten at... at... what river is it?
She gave it to him and, unpleasant as it was to her to do so, ventured to ask him what her father was doing.
Tikhon, what did we talk about at dinner?
What a horrible thought.
I want what you have - a husband who loves me - and children.
What about Dulce and Alondra?
Remembering what Felipa had said about the girls being out of a home if Alex refused the inheritance, she smiled.
Maybe they knew what kind of bait to throw out.
Some might think Dulce didn't know what she was missing, but Carmen suspected she did.
Wait until you see what Nina has sewn for you.
"What a waste," Nina said.
Carmen shrugged, not knowing what to say.
"What is your name?" said Dorothy, thinking she liked the boy's manner and the cheery tone of his voice.
"What are you going to do with us?" asked Zeb.
Then the three held a counsel to decide what they should do next, but could think of no way to better their condition.
"What does all this mean, anyhow?" asked the horse, jumping to escape a thorn.
"What would you do?" enquired Jim.
What is it, do you s'pose?
"What a horrid, savage beast!" exclaimed a piglet; "and after we've been such good friends, too, and played with one another!"
"And that's just what I shall do if you don't let those little balls of pork alone," said Jim, glaring at the kitten with his round, big eyes.
"What harm can the Gurgles do?" asked Dorothy.
"What made them fly away?" asked Dorothy.
Mother usually knows what she is about, but she made a mistake this time; for you are sure to escape us unless you come too near, and you probably won't do that.
"What shall we write about?" they asked.
Then he tried to tell what it was like, what it was good for, and what was done with it.
"What is that word?" asked the king.
He looked at the beast, and--what do you think it was?
I understood a good deal of what was going on about me.
"What can one say about it?" replied the prince in a cold, listless tone.
He felt that his words, apart from what meaning they conveyed, were less audible than the sound of his opponent's voice.
"What for?" asked the girl.
What became of him afterward our friends never knew.
"What do you want?" demanded a third voice, in a stern, gruff accent.
As Benjamin ran down the street, he wondered what he should buy.
Oh, what a pretty sound it made!
Few know what joy it is to feel the roses pressing softly into the hand, or the beautiful motion of the lilies as they sway in the morning breeze.
What old people say you cannot do, you try and find that you can.
The stars are the apexes of what wonderful triangles!
"What curious animal is that which is eating the grass on my lawn?" enquired the man's voice.
She introduced dry technicalities of science little by little, making every subject so real that I could not help remembering what she taught.
Every one in the family prepared surprises for me, but what pleased me most, Miss Sullivan and I prepared surprises for everybody else.
What was he disappointed about - the new baby?
For one terrifying moment the enormity of what they had done brought her close to panic.
What difference does it make?
Do the Sanders know where everything is and what needs to be done with the animals?
"Did you what?" he asked, running fingers through his hair to straighten it.
"What?" she asked, glancing around to see what she'd absentmindedly done this time.
So why should we listen to what they call normal?
This time he didn't simply indicate what he felt.
Señor Medena eyed Carmen thoughtfully, but like Alex, there was no way of knowing what was on his mind.
What breed do you raise?
It was impossible to know what was going on in Señor Medena's mind by observing his expression.
That's what you get for waiting so long.
Does that mean I'm supposed to change, or that what I'm wearing is considered casual?
What you have on is fine, but if you want to freshen up and wear something else, go ahead.
What did you want me to say?
What's going on in that pretty head?
What are we going to do today, Dad?
Maybe that was what made him such a good salesman in the past.
So what did Tessa want?
In fact, what she felt was pity.
What are you doing over here?
He doesn't remember what happened.
What do you have against me?
If I didn't want to do what he said I'd tell him so - and he would listen to my reasons.
He doesn't force me to do what he wants.
What else has happened to make you think she is trying to break us up?
But I think it's important that we're both aware of what's going on, don't you?
"I know what you mean," she said," but wouldn't all this have come up eventually?"
I didn't realize what a mess it was.
What are you taking away?
What could you give them here that you couldn't give them at home?
What if Señor Medena had three boys instead of three girls?
"What's this?" she said, frowning as she took the envelope.
What had they done?
She was just surprised by what was in the envelope.
No matter how sorry Alex was for what happened, or how many times he apologized or tried to make up for it, he couldn't remove the hurt.
What would be different this time was the fact that he couldn't deny the babies were his - that and the fact that this time she had no uterus to lose.
A part of her might never forgive him for what he did... and that was a dark part of her personality that she didn't want him to see.
Mom used to say that people suspected in others what they had experienced or what they would do in the other person's shoes.
Still, Alex had taken ownership for what he had done.
Maybe he was thinking about what his father would say or do when he came in.
I don't know what you mean.
Carmen, remember what you said to me before we married?
He probably didn't even realize what he said.
What was Dulce upset about tonight when she was talking to you?
What was that all about?
What do you do at home on this holiday?
He had never mentioned what Christmas had been like at his home.
Alondra and Felipa were watching her intently, and even Señor Medena seemed to be interested in what their life was like at home.
Well, let him think what he wanted.
Like Alex, it was impossible to guess what was going on in his mind by the expression on his face.
What's up with that, anyway?
I am in the middle of it right now - only I don't know what I'm in the middle of.
How would you feel if I was fighting with my brother and wouldn't tell you what we were fighting about?
Oh, and we were whispering so you knew we were talking, but you didn't know what we were saying.
What a ridiculous thought.
A couple of wing-backed chairs and sofa sank luxuriously into that thick wine carpet, but what caught her full attention was the wide curving staircase.
Señor Medena was watching her again in that strange way, as if it truly mattered what she thought.
What is your style?
Alex had raced to her rescue because he knew she was too naïve to realize what his father was doing.
Yet, what about the uneasy feeling she had today?
What made a man so distrustful?
What have you two been arguing about, and why did you kiss your brother like that?
Was that what they had been arguing about?
He does not know what he want.
Was that what Dulce was arguing with him about - that he didn't know what he wanted?
Alex knew very well what he wanted.
If he had passed Dulce over, it was because she wasn't what he wanted.
"What?" he finally said.
"What are you doing," he finally asked.
What part have I got wrong, Carmen?
Who could say what might have been if the smallest thing had been different in their lives?
No matter what she said, getting him back meant financial security - a roof over her head and everything that went along with it.
Apparently he found what he was looking for, because a smile touched the corners of his mouth and his eyes warmed.
What did she want?
Let him wonder what she would do when they got home.
After what seemed like a short wait, they boarded another plane.
What felt comfortable only moments ago now seemed bold and foolish.
What are you talking about?
That's what's been bothering me all this time.
I pretend like I know what's right and wrong, but I don't.
All I know is what Mom and Dad taught me.
Apparently finding what he was looking for, he finally shrugged.
Double strollers, two cribs, two car seats... and what about the car?
He had apologized for what he had done and she had forgiven him.
What's wrong with it?
Actually, what I said was that no one got to the point that they couldn't use more money.
So, if money wasn't your reason for going, what was?
This wasn't about what he had hidden from her or the fact that he had left her alone for two weeks to go to Columbia.
While she was outside having a pity party, he was trying to figure out what he'd done wrong.
Now what brought on that comment?
Are you blaming a little boy for what his mother did?
As for buying a child - was it so different from what they were doing?
What a complicated situation Alex had been born into.
What causes a parent to love one child more than another?
My guess is that he meant exactly what he said.
I guess that's what they mean by cutting off your nose to spite your face.
What part of 'wealthy' were you having problems understanding?
Maybe they had, but what choice did they have?
"Look what you've done," he growled.
God is punishing my daughter for what you did.
Hands clasped, she prayed fervently, asking God not to let Destiny suffer for what they had done.
He must understand what Alex had been through.
Well, I haven't seen her, but... what does the doctor say?
I just wonder what his angle is.
He's at home with Jonathan and he can't come in because Destiny might catch what he has.
What does he have?
Alex would be upset, but what could she do?
That was what mattered right now.
He knew exactly what he wanted and I told him we would buy it for him.
I don't know what the odds are, but I figure god is responsible for both - don't you think?
He had a lot on his plate right now... the twins, his father and who knew what else?
I think I know what you mean.
What was clear was the fact that he was struggling over something.
He might not have heard what she said, but he must have heard her speak.
Maybe that was what he had been so preoccupied with lately.
You spring something on me and then you just shut me out - like what I feel isn't important.
I don't know what's been bothering you lately, but if I've done something, I wish you would tell me.
I want to be able to focus on solving this problem, not worrying about what might be said or done to you.
What was even worse, their love life was suffering.
It shouldn't be any surprise, since that was what suffered when he had been troubled in the past.
"Is that what this is all about?" he asked.
What is it, honey?
I sure hope you're going to deliver what you've been promising all evening.
I mean - does he tell you what to cook for supper and what to wear?
I want to know what the problem is.
Is that what you and Dulce were fighting about?
So exactly what is it that Dulce wants you to do?
I guess the way I've acted... not telling you things - what else could you think?
"What's his name?" she asked.
Does her husband know what she's doing?
So what were you and Dulce arguing about?
I didn't know what to tell you until then.
Maybe the last situation was what gave her the courage to speak up when the inheritance tension came back.
They admire you for what you have accomplished.
What makes you think that?
What was this sudden obsession with her ability to run the ranch, and what made him think she was qualified?
You have thought much about what we discussed yesterday?
What felt good a minute ago now sounded like suicide.
No one knew what the future held, but if they faced everything together, surely they would grow together.
That explains how you treated Katie, but what about Felipa and Alondra - and even Dulce?
They want what you give Carmen.
If they wanted what he and Carmen had, why didn't they go out and find it?
She didn't know anything about what he was doing.
In spite of what Allen thought, no incriminating words had crossed her lips.
You simply had to make better use of what was left.
What took you so long?
Do you know what they would want?
And what does crying help?
That night exhaustion did what no pill could do, and she finally slept.
What were you trying to do, kill yourself?
What a fool she had been to come here.
"That wasn't exactly what I had in mind," she answered in a dry tone.
But after what you've been through, I guess it would seem like a picnic.
What's the matter, are you expecting a better offer?
He didn't look like a rich man, but then, what did a rich man look like?
Those blue eyes were boring into her soul, searching for heaven only knew what.
Why hadn't she realized what wonderful parents she had while they were still alive?
His mouth twisted into what might have passed for a smile.
What about your horse?
What did she know about this man... other than the fact that he had a volatile temperament?
After what seemed like hours of traveling down trails that were little more than rockslides, Giddon stopped the ATV and shut off the engine.
What's important is that you're alive.
Still, what could he expect?
What would give him the idea that she enjoyed having him carry her across the creek?
And what about the hug?
There was another way, but after what had happened today, she was reluctant to bring it up.
Look what you've done to the poor girl.
What was he angry about this time?
Sarah silently watched her son with what appeared to be amused interest.
What are you laughing about?
Maybe what I needed was someone to kick me to my feet.
So what are your plans now?
What kind of job are you looking for?
What makes you think I'm qualified for the job?
What does it pay and what are the hours?
So, what was his motive?
And what did she know about him?
What was she thinking of?
What did he do?
I'll be over there in a few minutes so you can show me what needs to be taken care of while you're gone.
What's got into you, Lisa?
He knew what she meant.
What did she know about him?
Well, he has a home office and he goes there pretty often, but I can't figure out what he's doing.
What he did there was a mystery.
What the Giddons did on their own land was their business, yet it left her feeling uncomfortable.
What lay at the end of that path?
What was down that path that he didn't want her to see?
He was certainly mysterious, even a little eccentric, but... what did she know about the business?
It was simply a ruse to keep her from exploring that path and what lay beyond.
So, what was down that path?
What she expected to see when she turned was Sarah's white Plymouth, but the car that stopped before the house was Allen's red Eagle Talon.
What was he doing here?
What makes you think I came here to see you?
"For what it's worth," she began, "I didn't invite him, but...
This is what is commonly known as a swimming suit.
What would you have me wear, a sweat suit?
What else was there to say?
His steady gaze gave no indication of what else was on his mind.
What's that supposed to mean?
What have I done?
See what I mean?
Who knew what would tick him off?
The topic on Sesame Street was professions, which was the perfect opportunity for Lisa to ask her what Giddon did to earn a living.
What was down that path that no one wanted to talk about, and why did Giddon insist that his houseguest should not wander around alone?
What did Giddon do to afford such finery?
There might be a thousand explanations for what she had witnessed, but only one came to mind.
What other reason would there be for telling his daughter not to discuss his occupation?
What would Giddon do if he found out she had witnessed his connection?
What was it about him that she responded to in spite of what she knew about him?
In her room that night, she wrote a letter to Connie explaining what she had observed.
What she needed to do was get a look inside the building and put her fears to rest.
They had talked in front of her, so it couldn't be what she thought.
What if she had been seriously injured?
What if a snake had been in those bushes?
What was it she had heard about bear attacks?
For a moment she contemplated silence, but what would be the point?
What are you doing out here?: She glanced at the cliff.
And what would you have done if it had been a bear?
What happen to yow foot?
That's what happens when you don't do as you're told.
Was that what Sarah had found so amusing the first day - the fact that she hadn't melted under Yancey's stern gaze?
She had no idea what made him angry one minute and jovial the next.
If Sarah suspected that she already knew what was going on and looked the other way, why not welcome her into the family?
What was going on?
Probably nothing like what was on her imaginative mind.
What she needed was a line item veto.
What would inspire someone to chisel their name into a rock so far from civilization?
If they could talk, what tales these hills could tell.
Do you suppose this is what it looked like when the first settlers found it?
He didn't like a police officer there – or her leaving with him, but what could he say?
More importantly, what would he say when she returned?
What else did he know or suspect?
What does he have that I don't – besides money and good looks?
I don't know what I was thinking of, taking advantage of you that way.
I'm just beginning to see what I've been missing.
That didn't explain what she had seen at the building.
Did he say what he wanted?
Oh, is that what the kiss was for?
She gave him what she hoped was a stern look.
What about my plans?
What about what I want?
So what difference did it make who came up with the idea as long as it was a good one?
What kind of an evening did he have planned?
I only meant it would be good to get out of the house, no matter what we went to see.
What a beautiful place.
I like to get you going, just to see what you'll say next.
So what made you smile that way?
Yancey was an attentive date, always knowing exactly what to say and do.
What is it, Tammy?
What is there to be afraid of?
And what about Yancey?
Was he falling in love as well, or was he simply taking what he could get?
What about you, 25?
He wouldn't know what that was about.
For a moment she wanted to retract the part about being entertainment, but when he spoke she realized it might have been exactly what she needed to say.
What was in the building that he didn't want her to see?
Didn't he know that the more he didn't want her to see it, the more she wanted to see what it was?
She had to get back there and see what was in the building.
I don't know what he wanted, but he certainly put you in a reflective mood.
Fine, but that's not what I asked.
And what about Mr. Giddon?
Can't you simply ask his mother what he does for a living?
Yet what had she seen?
But then, the question would be; what distracted her?
What is the problem?
Well, if that was what worried you, I'd have told Mom to bring a steak.
And from what – a little kiss?
What could she say?
What was it about them that drew her too them?
Any excursion there after today would be against his instructions, but what she planned to do there wouldn't exactly be sanctioned anyway.
I don't know what he's up to, but I'm suspicious.
What's going on up there?
What do you want?
What's he so upset about?
What's it to you?
You never pay any attention to anything I tell you to do, so what would be the point?
What was even harder to accept was the fact she actually enjoyed his extreme mood changes.
No matter what happened, he would always be more than a fond memory - maybe a first love.
Maybe that was what the dream was about – shifting from one family to the next.
She stood for a moment, trying to remember what the smell was.
Today while she was in town, she'd ask Connie if she knew what it was.
I know you well enough to know you would have to find out – no matter what the risk.
So what's down that trail?
I don't know what you're talking about.
I don't know who he is or what he does.
Maybe he didn't know what to do, or that she needed help.
What are you doing?
It isn't what it looks like.
You must have known what Allen would do to me if he caught me alone.
What Howard provided was an excuse.
She shivered, wondering what plan Yancey had for dealing with her.
What were you thinking about that made you cry – last night?
What she saw today was proof that she needed it close by.
No. What made you think that?
What are you afraid of?
What in the world is going on?
I don't know what he's doing, but I think it's something illegal.
As long as I'm doing what he expects me to do, he'll have doubt.
What about this boy Allen who called yesterday?
What was it he said that day in the mountains... a body could be lost in those hills forever?
I don't know what came over me to act that way.
What do you think you're doing?
What do you care?
"What are you talking about?" he asked in a perplexed tone.
Is that what this is all about?
What was he planning?
What did you think my business was?
No wonder Len knew so much about what was going on.
What they had witnessed in the last hour required the silence of personal reflection.
She knows men are attracted to her beauty, but she doesn't realize it's merely what gets them to her door.
Mertz said she told him she didn't know who Yancey was or what he did.
I went to Lathum and told him what I had.
What are the odds that she'd ever meet him, much less marry him?
I always thought I knew what was going on out there.
Lisa wasn't looking for it, but when she saw it, she knew what it was.
What they got was a mother hen.
What would you know about it?
Don't spend a half hour selecting what you need, either.
What does he want with all that equipment?
What about that intern who's been calling you so much lately?
What was his name, Michael?
Kind of makes you wonder what they were up to when she was my age, doesn't it?
What are you doing up at this hour?
Are you worried about what Rachel said yesterday?
So, what do your parents think of this arrangement.
What do your folks think?
What about your parents?
I can understand you not wanting to invest the money for a car, but what's wrong with accepting a ride now and then?
What had come over him, anyway?
But what about you?
I think what I feel is none of your business.
You've got something planned this weekend, but what about Wednesday night?
What about Wednesday night?
What a perfect plan... almost.
You're the first girl who has ever accepted me for what I am.
What was going on in his life right now?
What he needed was friendship.
Was that what he was hinting at when he said she was his best friend - that he needed someone to talk to?
Maybe so, but what does she eat?
What's the point of living to a ripe old age if you can't enjoy yourself?
I'll take their stupid pills, but I'm going to eat what I like.
What do they do for a living?
What's this world coming to?
What was he thinking, dragging her into this?
But what you going to do when you have children of your own?
I guess sometimes a man doesn't show much appreciation for what he has.
And what in the world makes you think that?
What if I fall off?
What if she starts running when we get out in the field?
If she only had a clue what was bothering him.
They didn't know what to think - you coming in here all huffy and chewing me out.
What were you thinking?
What's got into you lately?
Do you want to talk about what's bothering you?
Was she merely a female to hold for the evening - or was this what he had been trying to tell her for so long?
That's what I've been wanting to tell you.
What about house rules?
What goes on outside those doors is none of their business.
Otherwise, what's so different from yesterday?
"Know what, Adrienne?" he spoke softly between kisses.
What do you think I've been going through lately... wanting to tell you, wanting to hold you in my arms - not knowing if you felt the way I did.
What are you doing standing out there in the snow?
As long as they weren't sleeping together or disrupting the household, what difference did it make that they were in love?
What more is there to learn?