“There's my bearcat.”
“But I was still alive, and in my book, where there's life, there's hope.”
“There's grammar in my bones!”
“There's my baby!" I cried, quite carried away, "There's my poochiekins!"..."Sadie," My dad said firmly, "Please do not refer to the devourer of souls as 'poochiekins'.”
“Dante chuckled low. "There's my blush."”
“There's a time and a place for everything.”...Yes. This is my time and you are in my place.”