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