Questions
…Who’s there?
Who is buried in Grant’s Tomb?
How do you get to Carnegie Hall?
Do you know the way to San José?
Would a rose by any other name smell so sweet?
What treasure, uncle?
Can this cockpit hold
The vasty fields of France? Or may we cram
Within this wooden O the very casques
That did affright the air at Agincourt?
Who are you? Who, who; who, who?
Who doest thou say that I am?
What is truth?
Who is the wisest man in Greece?
Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
You probably think this song is about you, don’t you, don’t you, baby?
How do you define “justice”?
Eh; what’s up, doc?
Quoi de neuf, docteur?
What’s in a name?
WHY ARE YOU YELLING?
Fabulous artificer, the hawklike man. You flew? Whereto?
If the father who has not a son be not a father can the son who has not a father be a son?
Kits, cats, sacks, wives; how many were going to St. Ives?
Baby, baby; where did the love go?
Where are you going with this, counselor?
Am I walking into eternity along Sandymount strand?
Was there an alien on board?
Yeah — how do I get out of this chickenshit outfit?
Has all vanished since?
Denmark’s a prison?
Oh pretty baby, what was I supposed to do?
Who let those dogs out? Who, who, who, who, who?
Hast thou found me, O mine enemy?
Quo vadis?
What have I learned? Of them? Of me?
Are you talkin’ to me?
Are you suggesting that coconuts migrate?
Que voulez-vous?
Horse is the whatness of all-horse?
Is there hope?
What – is – your – name?
(Harrison Ford voice) WHATHAVEYOUDONEWITH MY FAMILY?
Christ, what are patterns for?
Are you nobody?
Sarah Connor?
How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?
…Khan?
Will you walk out of the air, my lord?
Closer?
Wo sind die Tränen von gestern abend?
Mr. Big Stuff — who do you think you are?
Burn, burn, motherfucker, don’t you know you’re gonna burn?
Never — like never ever?
For the love you bring, won’t you sing, sing, sing?
What walks on four legs in the morning, two legs at day, and three legs in the evening?
Ubi sunt?
Qui beauté eut trop plus qu’humaine?
I know that all men seek the Law. So how does it happen that for all these many years no one but myself has ever begged for admittance?
Dr. Livingstone, I presume?
What’s the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow?
There is a house with all windows facing south; a bear walks past the house; what color is the bear?
Are you Johnny Ray?
…SARAH CONNOR?
…Khan?
…Boba Fett? Boba Fett?
And might I, foppish that I am, mayhaps be the Scarlet Pimpernel?
Who put the bomp in the bomp bah bomp bah bomp? Who put the ram in the rama lama ding dong?
…But then — I was just following him in reverie over mountain and valley — he jumped with both feet onto the middle of my body. I shuddered with wild pain, utterly uncomprehending. Who was it? A child? A gymnast? A daredevil? A suicide? A tempter? An annihilator?
Who would win in a fight between God and Superman?
What’s he that wishes so — my cousin, Westmoreland?
…I don’t see anyone else here, so you must be talkin’ to me?
Where is the horse? Where is the rider?
Wither Canada?
Where is up?
Why is Hitler?
An African or European swallow?
…Where are the Snowdens of yesteryear? 
