[Fitzy: Where's your boy?] He's studying law at Notre Dame.
Where's the stage and what's the play?
Where's the man could ease a heart Like a satin gown?
Where's the rest of me?Casey Robinson
Where's the coward that would not dare To fight for such a land?walter scott
Who are you? Where's my father?
Hey, are we there? Where's Salvatore? Toni, the first drink's on me...
Where's the cook? is supper ready, the house trimmed, rushes strewed, cobwebs swept?william shakespeare
Where's the coward that would not dare to fight for such a land?walter scott
Where's the snow That fell the year that's fled Where's the snow?samuel lover
Where's your sense of humor, One Round?!
What's not destroyed byTime's devouring hand? Where'sTroy, and Where's the Maypole in the Strand?james bramston
You praise the firm restraint with which they write –I'm with you there, of course:They use the snaffle and the curb all right,But Where's the bloody horse?roy campbell
For Where's the state beneath the firmamentThat doth excel the bees for government?guillaume de salluste du bartas
It's all a part of this world where we're all kind of mixing a lot, and… in that way we're all a bit confused about who we are, where we belong, Where's home, and … who is important to us…kalki koechlin
I never go to Where's a risk. I'm frightened of dangers down to boredom.fernando pessoa
Don't walk the plank like I did You will be dispensed with When you've become Inconvenient I can't take their pressure No one cares if you live or die They just want me gone They want me gone Did I fall or was I pushed? Did I fall or was I pushed? And Where's the blood?thom yorke
"Very astonishing indeed! strange thing!" (Turning the Dumpling round, rejoined the King), "'Tis most extraordinary, then, all this is; It beats Penetti's conjuring all to pieces; Strange I should never of a Dumpling dream! But, Goody, tell me where, where, Where's the Seam?" "Sire, there's no Seam," quoth she; "I never knew That folks did Apple-Dumplings sew." "No!" cried the staring Monarch with a grin; "How, how the devil got the Apple in?"john wolcot
It's all a part of this world where we're all kind of mixing a lot, and… in that way we're all a bit confused about who we are, where we belong, Where's home, and … who is important to us…
I never go to Where's a risk. I'm frightened of dangers down to boredom.
Kind reader! take your choice to cry or laugh; Here HAROLD lies but Where's his Epitaph? If such you seek, try Westminster, and view Ten thousand, just as fit for him as you.
Scream, it's been a while. *cough* So... Where's your master?