What

What colour are you going to use?

What time is it?

What kind of car is that?

Did you buy the groceries? — With what money? We barely have any left.

Everyone always asks what my advice is, and my advice is don’t overintellectualize your art.

I wonder what colour he is going to use.

I know what colour I am going to use.

That depends on what answer is received.

He seems to have lost what sense he had.

What money I earn is soon spent.

He crammed what little food was left, into the breast of his grey jacket.

This shows what beauty there is in nature.

You know what nonsense she talks.

I found out what a liar he is.

What nonsense!

Wow! What a speech.

What beautiful children you have.

With what passion she sings!

Little Red Riding Hood, traditional folk tale “Oh Granny, what big eyes you have,” said Little Red Riding Hood.

Hammer in that nail —What with? I didn't bring my set of tools.

What is your name?

My kids set the neighbor's cat on fire. —They did what?

Ask them what they want.

What d’you say that made him so angry?

I’ve broken the exhaust manifold gasket. - You’ve broken the what?

The gym is across from … what? — The gym is across from the lounge. — Across from the lounge. Right. Thanks!

He knows what he wants and what to do to get it.

What is amazing is his boundless energy.

And, what's even worse, I have to work on Sunday too.

What is astonishing, she doesn't want the job. -What’s even more staggering, neither of her friends does either.

I will do what I can to help you.

What I'll do is, I'll phone you to let you know.

What is mine is yours.

Look! It's that bloke again what was 'ere yesterday!

"I'll tell it ye from the beginning," he said. "My time is from ten at night to six in the morning. At eleven there was a fight at the 'White Hart'; but bar that all was quiet enough on the beat. At one o'clock it began to rain, and I met Harry Murcher—him who has the Holland Grove beat—and we stood together at the corner of Henrietta Street a-talkin'. Presently—maybe about two or a little after—I thought I would take a look round and see that all was right down the Brixton Road. It was precious dirty and lonely. Not a soul did I meet all the way down, though a cab or two went past me. I was a strollin' down, thinkin' between ourselves how uncommon handy a four of gin hot would be, when suddenly the glint of a light caught my eye in the window of that same house. Now, I knew that them two houses in Lauriston Gardens was empty on account of him that owns them who won't have the drains seen to, though the very last tenant what lived in one of them died o' typhoid fever. I was knocked all in a heap therefore at seeing a light in the window, and I suspected as something was wrong. When I got to the door——"

That’s her; that’s the thing what has stole his heart from me.

A diploma in the waiting room revealed Big Boy to be a member of The American Association of Medical Hydrology, whatever that might be. Furthermore he was a deacon of the Royal Aryan Society for Positive Christianity and as such was privileged to throw in divine healing without extra charge. That went right along with the three-dollar treatment for a touch of the astral power and a short lecture on the latent powers possessed by all of us. “Pow-wers what vassly transent our normaller ones,” was just how Big Boy put it.

For, it is a name what strikes fear in the heart of anyone what hears it.

What does it matter?

What do you care?

It must be, what, twenty-five years since we first met.

In short; what by the indiscretion of people here, what by the rebound which came often back from London, what by the private interests and ambitious views of persons in the French court, and what by other causes unnecessary to be examined now, the most private transactions came to light [...]

The Chinese of all ranks, and in every place, received my books gladly, and listened with patience to what I had to say about the true God.—So that what from opportunities of attending to the object of my Mission among the Chinese—what from seasons of religious instruction to Dutch and English—what from intercourse with gentlemen of education and knowledge of the world—what from occasions of stating clearly the object of Missions, and of endeavouring to remove prejudices against them—and what from the view of a highly cultivated country, happy under an enlightened and liberal government, I have much reason to be satisfied with this journey …

What! That’s amazing!

wait this song is so good whattt

What, have his daughters brought him to this pass?

What? I'm busy.

It’s a nice day, what?

“That’s riled them,” said my compaion. “Good work, what?”

Chuffy: WHAT? No, no, no, no, no. My casa is your casa, what?

— Could I have some of those aarrrrrr mmmm ... — What?

I must have been, what, about five years old.

They prayd him sit, and gave him for to feed / Such homely what as serves the simple clowne, / That doth despise the dainties of the towne[…]

The emphasis on the interplay between the hows and whats of interpretive practice is paramount.

2012, "We Are Both", season 2, episode 2 of Once Upon a Time Regina: What are you? Rumplestiltskin: What? What? What? My, my, what a rude question! I am not a what.

Pitch contour: low [wʌt˩], low-dipping [wʌt˨˩]

— Sian sia, nearby here don’t have library. — The National Library is a five-minute walk from here what, no meh?

Most things come from Europe what.

Susan: Jalan Sultan, ah? Quite far from Jurong, you know. I may not be able to get there on time. Jackson: […] I’ll tell Beng Huat to wait for you, lah. It’s not that far, what.

[…] they can't be the same what?

I told him to go to Woodlands to buy durian for me. He came back and said no durian. But he some more said-ah, he got see people selling durian in Bukit Timah. I ask him-ah. Why you never buy from Bukit Timah. On your way what.

boon: […] You want to go see snow or not, Ma? mother: See for what? I open freezer can see already what. boon: Not the same, lah… Imagine snowflakes drifting down, melting when they touch your skin. […]

Aiyah, we will always chat or message what... We’ll keep in touch lah, hor?

Pitch contour: low [wʌt˩], low-dipping [wʌt˨˩]

If it doesn’t get sunlight, it won’t grow what, so you should consider moving it closer to the window.

[…] like Joel you can just melee what. Melee your way through if you can’t handle them […]

Pitch contour: low [wʌt˩], low-dipping [wʌt˨˩]

The lava cakes are not that bad what.