I looked at John, who gave the kind of shrug that means hey, don't ask me.

Probably some kind of good luck charm, maybe asking God for money.

You know the kind of thing to ask about.

When do you get that kind of question asked about a man?

"What kind of lunatic would make a movie like this and ask someone to invest in it?"

The kind of thing you ask yourself when you've got a bad hangover.

Isn't that exactly the kind of question lovers ask each other all the time?

Other kinds are for sale as well, but don't ask what they're like or how long they'll last.

She thought, "What kind of guy would only ask me for coffee?"

What kind of man would ask those things from you?