There're

There're many rich Americans. On the other hand some Americans are very poor.

There're more than 100 people in the room.

There're my kids.

There're no guarantees.

There're no lights.

There're sausages for breakfast.

There're clean sheets under the bed.

"How many sweets did Tom eat yesterday?" "He must've eaten a whole bagful, because there're none left."

There're a lot of stars in the darkness above.

There're a lot of Japanese restaurants in Hawaii.

No, my prince. It's less than truthful. There are princes among men. There're men endowed with a special quality. It’s a quality for which they are loved—it may be by those who scarcely know them. As you were loved in Navarre.

There're a few blacks and Hispanics in town, but you somehow don't notice them.