99% of this game is half mental.
A bachelor's life is no life for a single man.
Abandon ship, all ye who enter here.
Abandon ship all you who enter here!
A buck in the hand is worth two on the books.
A carpenter's son doesn't have shoes.
A chain is only as strong as its missing link.
Actually, I'm a day owl.
A dog under any other coat is still a dog.
After that, we'll break our gums on the computer.
A hand in the bush is worth two anywhere else.
A little hindsight is forethought.
All good things come to pass.
All my lemmings came home to roost.
All our feathers came home to roost.
All the hills of beans in China don't matter.
All the lemmings are coming home to roost.
All the lemmings are going home to roost.
All you have to do is fill in the missing blanks.
A look from here would melt his socks.
A lot of people my ages are dead at the present time.
A lot of these arguments are fetious.
A lot of things are going to be bywashed.
A lot of water has gone over the bridge since then.
A lot of wine has gone under the bridge since we last met.
An avalanche is nipping at their heels.
And I take the blunt of it!
An enigma is only as good as it's bottom line.
A nickel ain't worth a dime anymore.
Another day, a different dollar.
An ounce of prevention is better than pounding the table.
Anybody who marries her would stand out like a sore thumb.
Any excuse in a storm.
Any golden parachute in a storm.
Any kneecap of yours is a friend of mine.
Any night in a storm.
Any storm in a port.
Anything he wants is a friend of mine.
A penny saved is worth two in the bush.
A problem swept under the table occasionally comes home to roost.
Are there any problems we haven't beat out to death?
A rocky road is easier to travel than a stone wall.
As a token of my unfliching love ... .
A shoe in time saves nine.
As long as somebody let the cat out of the bag, we might as well spell it correctly.
A sock in time saves none.
A squeaking hinge gathers no moss.
A squeaky wheel gathers no moss.
A stitch in time saves oil on troubled waters.
A stitch in time wastes nine.
A stop-gap measure is better than no gap at all.
At the end of every pot of gold, there's a rainbow.
A two-pawn approach is necessary.
A verbal contract isn't worth the paper it's printed on.
A whole hog is better than no hole at all.
A woman has no hell like a fury scorned.
Be careful not to throw out the bath water with the baby.
Before they made him they broke the mold.
Beggars can't look a gift horse in the mouth.
Being able to roll with the punches comes with the territory.
Bend over backwards too far and you'll fall flat on your face.
Better never than late.
Better safe than sadistic.
Better sorry than safe.
Better to toil in anonymity than to have that happen.
Between these words, fathoms have been said.
Beware a horse weaving a Trojan blanket.
Beware a Trojan bearing a horse.
Boulder dash!
Boy, he sure gandered her.
Boy, is that decapitated.
By a streak of coincidence, it really happened.
By the time we unlock the bandages, he will have gone down the drain.
Cast an eyeball over troubled waters.
Cheapness doesn't come free.
Clean up or fly right.
Clean up your own can of worms!
Come down off your charlie horse.
Conceptual things are in the eye of the beholder.
Cut bait and talk turkey.
Deep water runs in strange ways.
Deep water runs still.
Dig a hole and bury it.
Dig yourself a hole and bury it.
Dishwater is duller than he is.
Does he think he walks on water any differently than anyone else?
Does it joggle any bells?
Do it now, before the worm turns.
Do it now; don't dingle-dally over it.
Do not fumble with a woman's logic.
Don't bite the gift horse.
Don't bite the hand of the goose that lays the golden eggs.
Don't bite the hand that stabs you in the back.
Don't blow a hissie.
Don't burn your bridges until you come to them.
Don't bury your bridges before you cross them.
Don't buy a greased pig in a poke.
Don't cash in your chips until the shill is down.
Don't cast a gander upon the water.
Don't cast an eyeball on the face of the water.
Don't cast any dispersions.
Don't cast doubts on troubled waters.
Don't Chicken-Little me!
Don't count your chickens before the barn door is closed.
Don't count your chickens until the barn door is closed.
Don't count your chick peas until they hatch.
Don't count your Easter eggs before they hatch.
Don't count your fleas before they find dogs.
Don't count your high horses before they come home to roost.
Don't count your marbles before they hatch.
Don't criticize him for lack of inexperience.
Don't cut off the limb you've got your neck strung out on.
Don't cut off your ass to spite your face.
Don't discombonbulate the apple cart.
Don't disgruntle my feathers.
Don't do anything I wouldn't do standing up in a hammock.
Don't eat with your mouth full.
Don't father-hen me!
Don't feed the hand that bites you.
Don't get your eye out of joint.
Don't hang you dirty linen on my caboose.
Don't jump off the gun.
Don't jump off the handle.
Don't jump on a ship that's going down in flames.
Don't just stand there like a sitting duck.
Don't kill the gander that laid the golden egg.
Don't kiss a gift horse in the mouth.
Don't lead them down the garden path and cut them off at the knees.
Don't leave the nest that feeds you.
Don't let the camels get their feet in the door.
Don't let the government's nose under the camel.
Don't let the skeletons out of the bushes.
Don't look a charlie horse in the mouth.
Don't look a dead horse in the mouth.
Don't look a door knocker in the nose.
Don't look a gift horse in the face.
Don't look a gift horse in the left foot.
Don't look a gift horse in the pocketbook.
Don't look a mixed bag in the mouth.
Don't look a sawhorse in the mouth.
Don't look a Trojan horse in the mouth.
Don't look for a gift in the horse's mouth.
Don't look for your balls in someone else's court.
Don't make a molehill out of a can of beans.
Don't make a tempest out of a teapot.
Don't morbidize me!
Don't muddle the waters.
Don't oil your feathers with troubled water.
Don't open Pandora's can of worms.
Don't pour oil on muddy water.
Don't pour oil on troubled feathers.
Don't pour troubled oil into the water.
Don't pull an enigma on me.
Don't pull a panic button.
Don't pull out the rug from under the horses in midstream.
Don't push the envelope over the edge of the cliff.
Don't push the flap on the envelope.
Don't put all you irons on the fire in one pot.
Don't put all your chickens in one basket.
Don't put all your ducks in one barrel.
Don't put all your ducks in one basket.
Don't put all your flamingos in one basket.
Don't rattle the boat.
Don't rattle the cage that bites you.
Don't rattle the cage that feeds you.
Don't rattle the cage that rocks the cradle.
Don't rock the boat that feeds you.
Don't rock the boat that launched the cat.
Don't rock the status quo.
Don't roll up your nostrils at me.
Don't sink the boat that lays the golden egg.
Don't stick your oar in muddy waters.
Don't strike any bells while the fire is hot.
Don't sweep your dirty laundry under the rug.
Don't talk to me while I'm interrupting.
Don't talk to me with your clothes on.
Don't talk with your mouth open.
Don't through midnight candles on oily water.
Don't throw a monkey wrench into the apple cart.
Don't throw feathers on oily water.
Don't throw out the baby with the sheep dip.
Don't throw out the bath water with the baby.
Don't throw ruffled feathers on troubled water.
Don't throw the baby out with the dishwasher.
Don't throw the dog's blanket over the horse's nose.
Don't twiddle your kneecaps at me!
Don't upset the apple pie.
Don't upset the apple sauce.
Don't worry, I've got an ace up my hole.
Dot your t's and cross your i's.
Do you have your screws on right?
Drop the other foot, for Christ's sake!
Each day I never cease to be amazed.
Each of us sleazes by at our own pace.
Erase that indelibly from your memory.
Eventually, I want it now.
Every cloud has a blue horizon.
Everyone has a monkey on their back; you just have to spank your monkey.
Every rainbow has a silver lining.
Everything is going all bananas.
Everything is ipso facto.
Everything is mutually intertangled.
Everything's all ruffled over.
Fade out in a blaze of glory.
Familiarity breed strange bed linen.
Feather your den with somebody else's nest.
Fellow alumni run thicker than water.
Fish or get off the pot!
Float off into several individual conferees.
For a change, the foot is on the other sock.
For all intensive purposes, the act is over.
French-fried hairballs!
Friends don't let friends drive them to drink.
From here on up, it's down hill all the way.
Fry him by his bootstraps.
Gander your eye at that!
Gee, it must have fallen into one of my cracks.
Get off the stick and do something.
Get off your Little red Riding Hood.
Get on with the bandwagon, or get out of the pot.
Get that albatross off his back!
Get the hot poop right off the vine.
Getting him to do anything is like pulling hen's teeth.
Give him an inch and he'll screw you.
Give him a project to get his teeth wet on.
Give him a square shake.
Give him enough rope and he will run away with it.
Go ahead; I'm all ear lobes.
Godzilla, the Hun.
Go fly your little red wagon somewhere else.
Go for the juggler!
Go fry a kite!
Good grace is in the eye of the beholder.
Good riddance aforethought.
Gore no ox before its time.
Hair balls of the world, unite!
Half a brain is better than no loaf at all.
Half a loaf is better than two in the bush.
Half a worm is better than none.
Half the lies they tell me aren't true.
Hands were made before feet.
Have it prepared under my signature.
Have more discretion in the face of valor.
Have the seeds we've sown fallen on deaf ears?
Have we been cast a strange eye at?
Have we gone too fast too far?
Heads are rolling in the aisles.
Heads will fry over this.
He and his group are two different people.
He behaves louder than words.
He bought his own limb and crawled out on it.
He came in on my own volition.
He can't hack the other can of worms.
He choked on his own craw.
He couldn't see his way out of a paper bag.
He deserves a well-rounded hand of applause.
He didn't even bat an eyebrow.
He didn't flinch an eyelid.
He disappeared from nowhere.
He doesn't have an ox to grind.
He doesn't have the brains God gave a goose egg.
He doesn't have the brain to rub two nickels together.
He doesn't know A from Z.
He doesn't know his ass from his rear end.
He doesn't know his hole from an ass in the ground.
He doesn't know which side his head is buttered on.
He doesn't let any moss grow under him.
HE doesn't look like he has a scruple in his head.
He drinks like a sieve.
He faded out of anonymity.
He faked a bluff.
He flipped his cork.
He gave me a blanket check.
He got his socks off on it.
He got taken right through the nose.
He got up on his high heels.
He grates me the wrong way.
He had the eyes of a bat.
He has a brain for a rhubarb.
He has a dire need, actually it's half-dire, but he thinks it's double-dire.
He has a good mind, if only we could light a fire under it.
He has a marvelous way of extruding you.
He has a mind like a steel hinge.
He has an agenda to grind.
He has an utter lack of disregard.
He has a very weak indigestion.
He has a wool of steel.
He has feet of molasses.
He has his ass on the wrong end of his head.
He has his crutches around her throat.
He has his foot in the pie.
He has his neck out on a limb.
He has his pot in too many pies.
He has his priorities screwed on right.
He has the attention span of a fig newton.
He has the character of navel lint.
He has the courage of a second-story man.
He hit the nose right on the head.
He is as dishonest as the day is long.
He just sat there like a bump on a wart.
He keeps his ear to the vine.
He kicked the nail right in the head.
He knows which side his pocketbook is buttered on.
He knows which side of his bread his goose is buttered on.
He'll get his neck in hot water.
He'll grease any palm that will pat his ass.
He may be the greatest piece of cheese that ever walked down the plank.
He might be barking at a red herring.
He needs to get blown out of his water.
He opened up that can of worms, let him swim in them.
He out-positioned me.
He popped out of nowhere like a jack-in-the-bean-box.
He pulled himself up on top of his own bootstraps.
He pulled out all the punches.
He puts his heads on one neck at a time.
He puts his pants on two legs at a time like everyone else.
He puts on his shirt one leg at a time like everyone else.
He rammed it down their ears.
He reads memos with a fine tooth comb.
He reminds me of Zorba the Geek.
Her enthusiasm got carried away.
He rules with an iron thumb.
He's a bulldog in a china shop.
He's a child progeny.
He's a clod of the first water.
He's a fart off the old block.
He's a fruit-ball.
He said it thumb in cheek.
He's a key cog in the ointment.
He's a lion in a den of Daniels.
He's a little clog in a big wheel.
He's an incremental creep.
He's a nut-cake.
He's a real jerk-wad.
He's a real slime-burger.
He's a real squash buckler.
He's as batty as a fruitcake.
He's as crazy as a bloody loon!
He's as crazy as a fruitcake.
He's as deaf as a bat.
He's as elusive as the abdominal snowman.
He's as fruity as a loon.
He's as fruity as a loon cake.
He's as happy as a pig at high tide.
He's as happy as a stuffed pig.
He's as happy as clam chowder.
He's a shirking violet.
He's as loony as a fruitcake.
He's as loony as a jay bird.
He's a splitting image of the candidate.
He's as quick as an eyelash.
He's as ugly as Godzilla the Hun.
He's a wolf in sheep's underware.
He's a wolf in sheep's underwear.
He's a young peeksqueek.
He's bailing him out of the woods.
He's barking down the wrong tree.
He's become the real vocal point on this.
He's been living off his laurels for years.
He's being pruned for the job.
He's being shifted from shuttle to cock.
He's biting the shaft and getting the short end of the problem.
He's breathing down my throat.
He's capable of playing every button on his clarinet.
He's casting a red herring on the face of the water.
He's clam bait.
He's completely lost his gourd.
He's cornered on all sides.
He's crazier than Jude's fruitcake.
He screwed himself into a corner.
He's doing a great job in spades.
He's downstream from upstage.
He's faster than a weeping alligator.
He's faster than the naked eye.
He's feathering his own empire.
He's foot sore and fancy free.
He's foot sure and fancy free.
He's fruitier than a nut cake.
He's fuming at the seams.
He's getting pretty down in the tooth.
He's going to fall flat on his feet.
He's going to go up like tinder smoke.
He's got a lot of fires to burn.
He's got a rat's nest by the tail.
He's got a tough axe to hoe.
He's got bees in his belfry.
He's got bells in his batfry.
He's got four sheets in the wind.
He's got his intentions crossed.
He's got his tail in really deep.
He's got so much zap he can barely twitch.
He's got the guts to be courageous.
He's guilty of obfuscation of justice.
He should be gracious for small favors.
He's in a class by himself with maybe three or four others.
He's in over his head up to his ass.
He's just a big bullyrag.
He's king bee.
He's leading down the path to the chicken coup.
He's letting ground grow under his feet.
He's like a wine glass in a storm.
He's like Godzilla the Hun.
He's like sheep in a bullpen.
He's lost his noodles.
He's lying through his britches.
He smokes like a fish.
He's not breathing a muscle.
He's off in a cloud of "hearty heigh-ho Silver".
He's one of the world's greatest flamingo dancers.
He's on the back of the pecking order.
He's out of his shallow.
He's paying through the neck.
He's procrastinating like a bandit.
He's reached the crescent of his success.
He's restoring order to chaos.
He's riding the crest of his momentum.
He's running around like a bull with his head cut off.
He's running around like a chicken with his ass cut off.
He's running around like a head with its chicken cut off.
He's running around with his chicken cut off.
He's running from gamut to gamut.
He's running off at the seams.
He's salivating at the chops.
He's sawing his limb off.
He's screw-loose and fancy free.
He's seething at the teeth.
He's sharp as a whip.
He's shot in the ass with himself.
He's singing a little off-keel.
He's sinking to new heights.
He's so ego-testicle.
He's so far above me I can't reach his bootstraps.
He's so mad he is spitting wooden nickels.
He's somewhere down wind of the innuendo.
He's spending a lot of brunt on the task.
He's splitting up at the seams.
He's stone blind.
He's sweating like a stuck pig.
He's taking his half out of our middle.
He's taking the bark off the wrong tree.
He's the best programmer east of the Mason-Dixon line.
He's the kind of guy that doesn't like it when anything out of the abnormal happens.
He's the king of queens.
He's the last straw on the camel's back to be called.
He's the pineapple of my eye.
He's three socks to the wind.
He's too clever for his own bananas.
He's too smart for his own bootstraps.
He's tossing symbols around like a percussionist in a John Philip Sousa band.
He's trying to domestify you.
He's trying to get his bearing together.
He's trying to pull the buffalo over our eyes.
He's up a creek with his paddles leaking.
He's within eyeshot of shore.
He's working like a banshee.
He's worse than Godzilla the Hun.
He takes to water like a duck takes to tarmac.
He threw an extra wrench into the pot.
He tried to sweep the skeleton under the rug.
He wants to get his nose wet in several areas.
He was a living legend when he was still alive.
He was a living legend while he was alive.
He was guilty of statuary rape.
He was hoisted by a skyhook on his own petard!
He was hoisted by his own canard.
He was hung by his own bootstraps.
He was left out on the lurch.
He was putrified with fright.
He was running around like a person with his chicken cut off.
He was screwed by his own petard.
He was stark raving nude.
He was walking along with his head in the sand.
He waxed incensive.
He wears his finger on his sleeve.
He went out in a poof of glory.
He won't last as long as a crow flies.
He won't last. He's just a flash in the pants.
He would forget his head if it weren't screwed up.
Hey, let's not go off half-crocked.
Hindsight is 50-50.
Hindsight is better than a foot in the mouth.
His credentials are too many to mention.
His eyeballs perked up.
His feet have come home to roost.
His foot is in his mouth up to his ear.
His head's too big for his britches.
His limitations are limitless.
His little red wagon came home to roost.
His position is not commiserate with his abilities.
His self-esteem doesn't hold water.
History is just a repetition of the past.
Hold on real quick.
Hold your cool!
How old is your 2-year old?
I accept it with both barrels.
I apologize on cringed knees.
I came within a hair's breathe of it.
I can do it with one eye tied behind me.
I can meet your objections.
I can remember everything -- I have a pornographic mind.
I can smell the finish line.
I can't get a straight thought in edgewise.
I can't hum a straight tune.
I can't remember, but it's right on the tip of my head.
I can't underestimate how good he is.
I case my ground very well before I jump into it.
I come to you on bended bootstrap.
I contributed to the charity of my cause.
I could count it on the fingers of one thumb.
I could tell you stories that would curdle your hair.
I'd as soon wipe my nose with a pot holder as get in bed with him.
I'd avoid him like sixty.
I'd better get my horse on it's ass.
I'd better jack up my bootstraps and get going.
I'd have been bent out of shape like spades.
I did it from start to scratch.
I did it sitting flat on my back.
I'd kill a dog to bite that man.
I'd like to feel you up about taking on the job.
I'd like to intersperse a comment.
I'd like to put another foot into the pot.
I'd like to strike while the inclination is hot.
I'd lose my screw if it wasn't on my head.
I don't always play with a full house of cards.
I don't care if the rain don't shine.
I don't feel any older than I used to be.
I don't feel like the sharpest button on the beach today.
I don't give a Ricardo's Montalban what you think.
I don't have any monkey wrenches in my closet.
I don't know what else I can do ... my shoes are tied.
I don't know which dagger to clothe it in.
I don't like the feel of this ball of wax.
I don't toe to any cow.
I don't trust him farther than you can bat an eye.
I don't want to be the pie that upset the apple cart.
I don't want to cast a pall on the water.
I don't want to open up a red herring here.
I don't want to put all my monkeys in one barrel.
I don't want to rock the boat whose hand is in the cradle.
I don't want to start hurdling profanity.
I don't want to stick my hand in the mouth that's feeding me.
I don't want to throw another monkey at the wrench right now.
I don't want to throw a wrench in the ointment.
I don't want to violate anyone's toenails.
I'd rather be tight than right.
I enjoy his smiling continence.
If anything, I bend over on the backwards side.
If Calvin Coolidge were alive today, he'd turn over in his grave.
I feel like hell and high water.
If I could drop dead right now, I'd be the happiest man alive.
If I'm going to suffer, I might as well suffer in comfort.
If I've told you a hundred times, I've told you twice.
If King Tut were still alive, we'd be dead meat.
I flew it by ear.
If not us, when?
If that happened to me, I'd clean my ears out with a pistol.
If the harmonica fits, wear it.
If the onus fits, wear it.
If there's no fire, don't make waves.
If the shoe fits, lie in it.
If the shoe fits, put it in your mouth.
If the shoe is on the other foot, wear it.
If the sock fits, wear it.
If they do it there won't be a living orgasm left.
If they do that, they'll be committing suicide for the rest of their lives.
If they had to stand on their own two feet, they would have gone down the drain a long time ago.
If we keep going this way, somebody is going to be left standing at the church with his pants on.
If you ask him he could wax very quickly on that subject.
If you can't do it at all, don't do it well.
If you can't imitate him, don't copy him.
If you can't read minds, don't.
If you can't stand the heat, get off the car hood.
If you can't stand the heat, get out of the chicken.
If you'd let me, I'd forget the shirt off my back.
If you don't want words put in your mouth, don't leave it hanging open.
If you listen in the right tone of voice, you'll hear what I mean.
If you're going to break a chicken, you have to scramble a few eggs.
If you're going to break eggs, you have to make an omelette.
If you're sick, you'd better not come in. I don't want you to start an academic.
If you're waiting for Hell to freeze over, you're skating on thin ice.
If you see loose strings that have to be tied down that are not nailed up, see me about it.
If you want something bad enough, you have to pay the price.
If you want to be heard, go directly to the horse's ear.
If you want to get your jollies off, watch this!
I gave him a lot of rope and he took it, hook, line, and sinker.
I gave him a real mouthful.
I got you by the nap of your neck.
I guess I'd better get my duff on the road.
I guess I'm putting all my birds in one pie.
I guess that muddled the waters.
I had a monumental idea last night, but I didn't like it.
I had her by the nap of the neck.
I had to make a split decision.
I had to scratch in the back recesses of my memory.
I had to throw in the white flag.
I had to throw some feathers on the troubled water.
I have a green thumb up to my elbow.
I have an open mind — like a sieve.
I have a rot-gut feeling about that.
I have ears like a hawk.
I have feedback on both sides of the coin.
I have my neck hung out on an open line.
I have my oars in too many boats.
I have no personal bones to grind about it.
I haven't bitten off an easy nut.
I haven't gotten the knack down yet.
I have other cats to fry.
I have other pigs to fry.
I have people crawling out of my ears.
I have post-naval drip.
I have reasonably zero desire to do it.
I have the mind of a steel trap.
I have the self-discipline of a mouse.
I have to get my act in gear.
I have to get my guts up.
I have too many cooks in the pot already.
I have to put my knuckles to the grindstone.
I heard it out of the corner of my ear.
I heard it out of the corner of my eye.
I heard it out of the corner of my eyes.
I hear the handwriting on the wall.
I just got indicted into the Hall of Fame.
I just got my car fixed and it's runnin' like a dime.
I just pulled those out of the seat of my pants.
I keep stubbing my shins.
I know those woods like the back of my head.
I know what we have to do to get our feet off the ground.
I like the cut of your giblets.
I listen with a very critical eye.
I'll be ready just in case a windfall comes down the pike.
I'll be there in the next foreseeable future.
I'll be there with spades one.
I'll bet there's one guy out in the woodwork.
I'll buckle my nose down.
I'll descend on them to the bone.
I'll feather my own mare's nest, thank you!
I'll fight him hand and nail.
I'll fight to the nail.
I'll give you a definite maybe.
I'll hit him right between the teeth.
I'll keep my eyes out in case I hear anything.
I'll keep my nose peeled.
I'll lend you a  jaundiced ear.
I'll let it circulate around to my post-frontal lobes.
I'll procrastinate when I get around to it.
I'll reek the benefits.
I'll see it when I believe it.
I'll stay away from that like a 10-foot pole.
I'll sue their pants on backwards.
I'll take a few pegs out of his sails.
I'll take any warm body in a storm.
I'll take it one bird at a time.
I looked at it with some askance.
I'm a little woozy around the gills.
I'm all puckered down.
I'm all raveled up.
I'm a mere fragment of my imagination.
I march to a different kettle of fish.
I'm as happy as a clambake.
I'm as happy as a clam in a fritter.
I'm as happy as a clam in pig broth.
I'm as happy as a clam in pig's broth.
I'm as happy as a fried clam.
I'm as happy as a pig at high tide.
I'm as happy as a pig in a blanket.
I'm as happy as a pig in clam broth.
I'm as happy as a stuck pig.
I'm as happy as cheese at high tide.
I'm as healthy as a stuck pig.
I'm a victim of extraneous circumstances.
I may not always be right, but I'm never wrong.
I may not be the brightest light in...the...light drawer!
I'm basking in his shadow.
I'm beat up around the gills.
I'm being raped over the coals.
I'm bored out of my tree.
I'm bored stuffless.
I'm burning my bridges out from under me!
I'm casting the dye on the face of the water.
I'm close to the edge of my rope.
I'm collapsing around the seams.
I'm creaking at the seams.
I'm creaming off the top of my head.
I'm deathly curious.
I'm flapping at the gills.
I'm gaining weight hand over fist.
I'm getting my revenge back.
I'm going off tangentially.
I'm going right out of my bonker.
I'm going right over the bend.
I'm going to blow their socks out of the water.
I'm going to cast my rocks to the wind.
I'm going to clean your cake!
I'm going to down-peddle that aspect.
I'm going to feel it out by the ear.
I'm going to have an apocalyptic fit.
I'm going to hide my nook in a cranny.
I'm going to litigate it to the eyeballs.
I'm going to pass it on to my predecessor.
I'm going to plant a seed in her ear.
I'm going to put a little variety in your spice of life.
I'm going to put my horn in.
I'm going to read between your lines.
I'm going to resolve it by ear.
I'm going to scatter them like chaff before the wind.
I'm going to scream right out of my gourd.
I'm going to take a hiatus.
I'm going to take my vendetta out on them.
I'm going to take my venom out on you.
I'm going to throw myself into the teeth of the gamut.
I'm ground up to a high pitch.
I'm having a hard time getting my handles around that one.
I'm impressed out of my gourd.
I'm in for the count.
I'm in my reclining years.
I'm in transit on that point.
I'm just about out of my bonker.
I'm just about to lose my gourd.
I'm just about to spring a gasket.
I'm just about to the end of my bee's wax.
I'm just a cog in the wheel.
I'm just a hog loose in the woodwork.
I'm just a worm in the ointment.
I'm keeping me ear to the grindstone.
I'm listening with baited ears.
I'm looking at it with a jaundiced ear.
I'm losing my gourd.
I'm losing pens like they were dishwater.
I'm losing touch by leaps and bounds.
I'm mad enough to fry a wet hen.
I'm not a lily-livered sea horse.
I'm not going to bail him out of his own juice.
I'm not going to beat a dead horse to death.
I'm not going to get side tracked onto a tangent.
I'm not going to stand for this lying down.
I'm not much for tooting my own galoot.
I'm not my keeper's brother.
I'm not sure it's my bag of tea.
I'm not sure we're all speaking from the same sheet of music.
I'm not the brightest bean in the hole.
I'm not trying to grind anybody's axes.
I'm on my last nerve with that person.
I'm out of my bloomin' loon.
I'm over the hilt.
I'm parked somewhere in the boondoggles.
I'm Pepto-bilious.
I'm pissed out of my bootstraps.
I'm pulling something over on you.
I'm quaking in my oats.
I'm ready to go when the bell opens.
I'm right on the edge of my rope.
I'm running around like a one-armed paper bandit.
I'm scared out of my witless.
I'm signing my own death knell.
I'm sitting on the edge of my ice.
I'm smarting at the seams.
I'm soaked to the teeth.
I'm so hungry I could eat a cannibal.
I'm so proud of myself I could pop a hissy.
I'm standing over your shoulder.
I'm sticking my neck out on a ledge.
I'm stone cold sane.
I'm sweating like a greased pig.
I'm talking up a dead alley.
I'm the happiest little clam in the fritter.
I'm the top dog lion.
I'm throwing those ideas to you off the top of my hat.
I'm tickled green.
I'm tired from being exhausted.
I'm too uptight for my own bootstraps.
I'm torn between a rock and a hard place.
I'm up against a blind wall.
I'm up a wrong alley.
I'm up to my earballs in confusion.
I'm up to my earballs in garbage.
I must stop beating my head against a dead horse.
I'm waiting for her to get enough resultage.
I'm waiting for him to drop the other foot.
I'm walking on cloud nine.
I'm walking on thin water.
I'm weighted down with baited breath.
I'm willing to listen to the other side of the coin.
I'm willing to throw my two cents into the fire.
I'm wimping at the seams.
I'm within a hairshirt of being done.
I'm woefully glad you're here.
I'm working my blood up into a fervor.
I'm wound up like a cork.
I'm your frontface in this matter.
Indiscretion is the better part of valor.
I need to find out where his head is coming from.
I need to get my ass on.
I need to get my ass together.
I need to get my high horse in gear.
I need to get on my Little Red Riding Horse.
I need to glue my nose to the grind stone.
I need to pick up my head and dust it off.
I need to rein in my horns.
I never liked you and I always will.
I never put on a pair of shoes until I've worn then five years.
In one follicle, out the other.
In one mouth and out the other.
In one nose, out the other.
In the kingdom of the blind the one-eyed horse is king.
In the last year, you've turned around 150%.
In this period of time, its getting very short.
In this vein I will throw out another item for Pandoras' box.
I only hear half of what I believe.
I only hope your every wish is desired.
I only mentioned it to give you another side of the horse.
I only read it in snips and snabs.
I owe you a great gratitude of thanks.
I pulled my feet out from under my rug.
I put all my marbles in one basket.
I put the onus entirely on my own shoes.
I read the sign, but it went in one ear and out the other.
I really took the bull by the hands.
I reject it out of the whole cloth.
I resent the insinuendoes.
I run to my own drummer.
I rushed around like a chicken out of my head.
I said it beneath my breath.
I's as finished as I'm going to take.
I see several little worms raising their heads around the corner.
I see the carrot at the end of the tunnel.
I's got rats in his belfry.
Is he an Amazon!
Is he gay or an omnivore?
I shot my ass in the foot.
I should have stood in bed.
I sit corrected.
I sloughed it under the rug.
I smell a needle in the haystack.
I speak only with olive branches dripping from the corners of my mouth.
Is there any place we can pull a chink out of the log jam?
It always looks the worst after the water is under the bridge.
It caught me out of the blue.
It causes my goose to bump.
It costs a Jewish princess's ransom.
It cuts like a hot knife through solid rock.
It dates back to the Holy Roller Empire.
It drove me to no wits end.
It fills a well-needed gap.
It floated right to the bottom.
It flows like water over the stream.
It gets grained into you.
It goes from one gamut to another.
It goes from tippy top to tippy bottom.
It goes in one era and out the other.
It goes out one ear and in the other.
It got left out in the lurch.
It happened for the last two hours, including yesterday.
It has more punch to the unch.
It has the potential to peel away a curious can of worms.
I think he's gone over the bend.
I think I've committed a fore paw.
I think I've lost my bonkers.
I think I've lost my gourd.
I think that we are making an out-and-out molehill of this issue.
I think the real crux is the matter.
I think you might have hit the nail on the button.
It hit me to the core.
It hit the epitome of it.
I thought I'd fall out of my gourd.
I thought I'd have an aneurism.
I threw the tie iron in the fire.
It is better to have tried and failed than never to have failed at all.
It leaks like a fish.
It looks like it's going to go on ad infinitum for a while.
It looks real enough to be artificial.
It makes my chops drool.
It may seem incredulous, but it's true.
It might break the straw that holds the camel's back.
It might have been a figment of my illusion.
It needs a bad case of washing.
It' not an easy thing to get your teeth around.
It peaked my interest.
It plunged all over the place.
It puts feathers under my wings.
I transgressed from the subject.
It rolls off her back like a duck.
It rolls off like a boulder on a duck's back.
It runs the full width of the totem pole.
It's about 15 feet as the eye flies.
It's about as satisfactory as falling off a log.
It's a Byzantine thicket of quicksand.
It's a catch 20-20.
It's a caterpillar in pig's clothing.
It's a fiat accompli.
It's a fine-feathered kettle of fish.
It's a fluid thing that can swing on a dime.
It's a fool's paradise wrapped in sheep's clothing.
It's a future idea of the past.
It's a hairy banana.
It's a hairy can of worms.
It's a hiatus on the face of the void.
It's a home of contention.
It's a hot issue that dried up.
It's all above and beyond board.
It's all in knowing when to let a dead horse die.
It's all water under the dam.
It's a lot like recumbent DNA.
It's a lot of passed water under the bridge.
It's always better to be safe than have your neck out on a limb.
It's a mare's nest in sheep's clothing.
It's a mare's nest of rat nests.
It's a mecca of people.
It's a monkey wrench in your ointment.
It's a mute point.
It's an abomination in sheep's clothing.
It's a new high in lows.
It's an idea whose future is past.
It's an ill wind that doesn't blow somebody.
It's an ill wind that doesn't dry someone's clothes.
It's an off-the-cheek comment.
It's an old hat and a yard wide.
It's another millstone in the millpond of life.
It's a pot of crock.
It's a road of hard knocks.
It's as dry as dish water.
It's as dry as mud.
It's as easy as falling off a piece of cake.
It's as flat as a door knob.
It's a sight for sore ears.
It's a sight to make your eyes water.
It's a silk purse stuffed with sow's ears.
It's a slap in the chaps.
It's a small weenie in the fast-food restaurant of life.
It's as predictable as cherry pie.
It's a tempest in a teacup.
It's a terrible crutch to bear.
It's a tough nut to hoe.
It's a tough road to haul.
It's a tour de farce.
It's a travesty on the face of the void.
It's a travesty to the human spirit.
It's a typical case of alligator mouth and hummingbird ass.
It's a useful ace in the pocket.
It's a virgin field pregnant with possibilities.
It's a white elephant around my neck.
It's a white herring.
It's been ubiquitously absent.
It's better to be a big fish than a little pond.
It's bouncing like a greased pig.
It's burned to shreds.
It scared him off his pants.
Its coming down like buckets outside.
It's crumbling at the seams.
It's dressing on the cake.
It's enough to curl your socks.
It's enough to drive a bat up the wall.
It's enough to make you want to rot your socks.
It's going to bog everybody up.
It's going to fall on its ass from within.
It's going to go up the tubes.
It's going to knock his socks right off his kneecaps.
It's good to get a taste of someone else's moccasins.
It's got all the bugs and whistles.
It's hanging out like a sore tongue.
It's hot off the vine.
It's just a matter of sweeping the rug under the carpet.
It's just another coffin nail driven into the morality of the United States.
It's just a small kink in the ointment.
It's like a greased pig in a wet blanket.
It's like a knife through hot butter.
It's like a raft on roller skates.
It's like asking a man to stop eating in the middle of a starvation diet.
It's like baiting a dead fish.
It's like finding hen's teeth in August.
It's like Goliath and Gomorrah.
It's like harnessing a hare to a tortoise.
It's like pulling hen's teeth.
It's like talking to a needle in a haystack.
It's like the flood of the Hesperis.
It's like trying to light a fire under a lead camel.
It's like trying to squeeze blood out of a stone.
It's milk under the dam.
It's more than magnificent — it's mediocre.
It's more than the mind can boggle.
It's music to your eyes.
It's no chip off my clock.
It's no skin off my stiff upper lip.
It's no sweat off my nose.
It's not all peaches and gravy.
It's not an easy thing to get your teeth wet on.
It's not completely an unblessed advantage.
It's not going to rock any apple carts.
It's not his bag of tea.
It's not my cup of pie.
It's not my Diet of Worms.
It's not really hide nor hair.
It's not that kind of zero.
It's not the only bowl of fish in the ocean.
It's one more cog in the wheel.
It sounds like roses to my ears.
It's perfect, but it will have to do.
It's raining like a bandit.
It's right on the tip of my head.
It's sloppy mismanagement.
It's something you're all dying to wait for.
It's so unbelievable you wouldn't believe it.
It's spearing like wildflowers!
It's the Achilles' heel of the Trojan Horse.
It's the bird song of paradise.
It's the blind leading the deaf.
It's the first inauguration of their idea.
It's the greatest little seaport in town.
It's the greatest thing since fired whiskey.
It's the highest of the lows.
It's the holy grail of naughtiness.
It's the old chicken-in-the-egg problem.
It's the old Paul Revere bit . . . one if by two and two if by one.
It's the other end of the kettle of fish.
It's the screws of progress.
It's the sine quo non of necessity.
It's the straw that broke the ice.
It's the vilest smell I ever heard.
It sticks like sixty.
It's time for me to get my high-horse on.
It's time to pour on the midnight oil.
It's time to take off our gloves and talk from the heart.
It's too much for it's own boots.
It's under closed doors.
It sure hits the people between the head.
It's within the pall of reason.
It's wrought with problems.
It's your ball of wax, you unravel it.
It's your turn in the apple cart.
It's your turn in the bottom of the barrel.
It was a heart-rendering decision.
It was a maelstrom around his neck.
It was an infringement of my imagination.
It was an unintentional accident.
It was deja vu all over again.
It was nothing. You planted the seed and I ran with it.
It was oozing right out of the lurches.
It was really amazing to see the spectra of people there.
It went over like a thud.
It went through the palm of my shoe.
It will spurn a lot of furious action.
It will take a while to ravel down.
I've been bitten by the hand that feeds me.
I've been burning the midnight hours.
I've been eating peanuts like they were coming out of my ears.
I've built enough fudge into that factor.
I've gone over the bend.
I've got a card in my hole.
I've got applicants up to the ears.
I've got a real beef to grind with that guy.
I've got other socks to fry.
I've got the fort nailed down.
I've got to get my ass together.
I've got to put my duff to the grindstone.
I've had it up to the hilt.
I've had more girls than you've got hair between your teeth.
I've milked that dead end for all it's worth.
I've worked my shins to the bone.
I want half a cake and eat it too.
I want quality, not quantity, but lots of it.
I want to embark upon your qualms.
I want to get more fire into the iron.
I want to get to know them on a face-to-name basis.
I want to go into that at short length.
I want to see him get a good hands-on feel.
I want to see the play like a hole in the head.
I was bleeding like a pig stuck in a trough.
I was distracted beyond all recognition.
I was held up about an hour casting feathers on oily water.
I was really impressed by the mask of Two Ton Carmen.
I was thinking out of the corner of my eye.
I was treading on silk gloves.
I was working my balls to the bone.
I wish somebody could drop the other foot.
I won't cow-tail to anyone.
I won't do it if it's the last thing I do!
I won't hang my laurels on it.
I won't kick a gift horse in the mouth.
I worked my bone to a nubbin.
I worked my toes to the bonenail.
I would imagine he chafes a bit.
I wouldn't do it for a ton of bricks.
I wouldn't give it to a wet dog.
I wouldn't give you a pound of belly-button lint for that.
I wouldn't marry her with a twenty-foot pole.
I wouldn't take him on a ten foot pole.
I wouldn't take it for granite, if I were you.
I wouldn't throw a wet blanket on a cold turkey if I were you.
I wouldn't touch that with a glass parrot.
I wouldn't trust her to throw out the baby with the bath water.
I wouldn't want to be sitting in his shoes.
Jesus died to save our sins.
Judas Proust!
Judge him by his actions, not his deeds.
Just because it's there, you don't have to mount it.
Just cool your horses.
Just cut a thin slither of it.
Just remember that, and then forget it.
Just remember, this too will come to pass.
Just say whatever pops into your mouth.
Just use your own excretion.
Keep the water as firm as possible until a fellow has his feet on the ground.
Keep this under your vest.
Keep your ear peeled!
Keep your eyes geared to the situation.
Keep your nose to the mark.
Keep your nose to the plow.
Lay a bugaboo to rest.
Let a dead horse rest.
Let a sleeping dog call the kettle black.
Let he who casts the first stone cast it in concrete.
Let him be rent from limb to limb.
Let him fry in his own juice.
Let him try this in his own petard!
Let it slip between the cracks.
Let me clarify my fumbling.
Let me feast your ears.
Let me flame your fan.
Let me say a word before I throw in the reins.
Let me see if I have my eggs on straight.
Let me take you under my thumb.
Let me throw a monkey into the wrench.
Let me throw a monkey wrench in the ointment.
Let me transition away.
Let's all corrugate over here to view the artist's contraception of our new building.
Let's bend a few lapels.
Let's blow out all the stops.
Let's get down to brass facts.
Let's get our signals crossed before the meeting.
Let's get out flamingos in a row.
Let's go outside and commiserate with nature.
Let's grab the initiative by the horns.
Let's kick the bucket with a certain amount of daintiness.
Let's kill two dogs with one bone.
Let sleeping dogs bite the hand that feeds them.
Let sleeping uncertainties lie.
Let's look at it from the other side of the view.
Let's lurch into the next hour of the show.
Let's not cook the goose until it's hatched.
Let's not drag any more dead herrings across the garden path.
Let's not drag out dead ghosts.
Let's not get ahead of the bandwagon.
Let's not hurdle into too many puddles at once.
Let's not open the skeleton in that closet.
Let's not reinvent a dead horse.
Let's play the other side of the coin.
Let's pour some holy water on the troubled feathers.
Let's put out a smeller.
Let's raise our horizons.
Let's roll up our elbows and get to work.
Let's set up a straw vote and knock it down.
Let's shoot holes at it.
Let's skin another can of worms.
Let's solve two problems with one bird.
Let's stop beating around a dead horse and cut right to the mustard.
Let's strike the fire before the iron gets hot.
Let's talk to the horse's mouth.
Let's throw some feathers on the oily water.
Let's wreck havoc!
Let them fry in their socks.
Let them hang in their own juice.
Like the shoemaker's children, we have computers running out of our ears.
Look at the camera and say 'bird'.
Look before you turn the other cheek.
Look up that word in your catharsis!
Make hash while time flies.
Make haste while the snow falls.
Make hay while the apple is ripe.
Man cannot eat by bread alone.
May I inveigle on you?
May the wind at your back never be your own.
Medicate on it.
Men, women, and children first!
Mind your own petard!
Misery loves strange bedfellows.
More and more people are asking for fewer and fewer pieces of the pie.
Mother's a little slow around the gills.
My antipathy runneth over.
My chicken house has come home to roost.
My dog was pent up all day.
My ears are ringing off the wall.
My ebb is running low.
My foot is going out of its mind.
My fuse is running out.
My gourd is up a tree.
My head is closing in on me.
My head is twice its size.
My impasse hit a roadblock.
My impatience is running out.
My laurels have come home to roost.
My marbles went over the wall.
My mind is a vacuum of information.
My mind slipped into another cog.
My mind went blank and I had to wait until the dust cleared.
My off-the-head reaction is negative.
My socks are all bent out of shape.
My steam is wearing down.
My stomach gets all knotted up in rocks.
My tail feathers have dry rot.
My train of thought went out to lunch.
Necessity is a mother.
Necessity is the invention of strange bedfellows.
Necessity is the mother of reality.
Necessity is the mother of strange bedfellows.
Necessity is the mother of strange bed linen.
Never accept an out-of-state sanity check.
Never feed a hungry dog an empty loaf of bread.
Never judge a book by its contents.
Never screw a gift-horse in the mouth.
Never the twixt should change.
Nobody could fill his socks.
Nobody is going to give you the world in a saucer.
Nobody marches with the same drummer.
Nobody's going to put his neck out on a limb.
No Californian will walk a mile if possible.
No crumbs gather under his feet.
No dust grows under her feet.
No loaf is better than half a loaf at all.
No moss grows on his stone.
No moss grows under Charlie's rock.
No one can predict the wheel of fortune as it falls.
No problem is so formidable that you can't just walk away from it.
No rocks grow on Charlie.
No sooner said, the better.
Nostalgia just isn't what it used to be.
Not all the irons in the fire will bear fruit or even come home to roost.
Not by the foggiest stretch of the imagination!
Nothing is good enough for our customers.
Not in a cocked hat, you don't!
Not in a pig's bladder you don't!
Not in a pig's bladder you don't.
Not me, I didn't open my peep.
Not on your bootstraps!
Not over my dead body, you don't!
Now he's sweating in his own pool.
Now the laugh is on the other foot!
Now we have some chance to cut new water.
Old habits die young.
Omens are made to be broken.
One back scratches another.
One does not want to let the government's nose under the camel.
One doesn't swallow the whole cake at the first sitting.
One man's curiosity is another man's Pandora's box.
One pig must be the guinea.
One stitch in nine saves time.
Our backs are up the wall.
Our company is like a living orgasm.
Our deal fell through the boards.
Our product will eat the pants off the competition!
Pandora's cat is out of the bag.
Part of the verbiage is a language thing.
Peanut butter jelly go together hand over fist.
People in glass houses shouldn't call the kettle black.
People who live in glass houses should be the last ones to throw the first stone.
People who live in glass houses shouldn't throw cow pies.
People who live in ivory towers shouldn't throw glass bricks.
Picasso wasn't born in a day.
Pick them up from their bootstraps.
Pictures speak louder than words.
Play one excuse against another.
Please come here ipso pronto.
Please don't leave me out with the wolves to dry!
Pledge now and join the list of growing members.
Pour midnight oil on troubled waters.
Pour sand on troubled waters.
Prices are dropping like flies.
Put all your money where your marbles are.
Put every marble in its socket.
Put it in a guinea sack.
Put it on the back burner and let it simper.
Put it on the back of the stove and let it simper.
Put that in your pocket and smoke it!
Put that in your teapot and smoke it!
Put the onus on the other foot.
Put your knuckles to the grindstone.
Put your mouth where your money is.
Put yourself in his boat.
Right off the top of my cuff, I don' know what to say.
Right off the top of my hand, I'd say no.
Rolling toads gather no moss.
Roll out the Ouija ball.
Rome wasn't built on good intentions alone.
Row, row, row your boat, gently down the drain.
Run it up the flag pole and see if it salutes.
Run your socks up the flag pole to see if anyone salutes them.
Screwed by my own petard, as it were.
Screw the bastards, full speed ahead!
See the forest through the trees.
Sex is an aphrodisiac.
She attracted men like flypaper.
She can stew in her own rhubarb.
She could charm the door knobs off the top of a temple.
She had a missed conception.
She had an aurora of goodness about her.
She has eyes like two holes in a burnt blanket.
She hit the nail on the nose.
She'll fight it tooth and toenail.
She'll show up if she cares which side her ass is buttered on.
She'll whine bloody murder.
She looks like she's been dead for several years, lately.
She makes Atilla the Nun look like the Virgin Mary.
She makes Raquel Welch look like Twiggy standing backwards.
She's a virgin who has never been defoliated.
She's flying off the deep end.
She's got a bee in her bonnet and just won't let it go.
She's got her ass up a tree.
She's got it up to her ears.
She's greasing her own spoon.
She's just another chick in the china shop.
She's madder than a wet hornet.
She's masquerading under false pretenses.
She's melting out punishment.
She's steel wool and a yard wide.
She stepped full-face on it.
She's too goody-bunny-shoes for me.
She's trying to feather her own bush.
She was sitting there with an insidious look on her face.
Shit or cut bait.
Shoot it up the flag pole.
Some bigger fish knocked on the door, wanting to be fried.
Somebody is going to have to take a forefront here.
Somebody pushed the panic nerve.
Somebody's flubbing his dub.
Somebody should have waved a flag louder than they did.
Someone is going to be left in the church with his pants on.
Someone took the steam out of my sails.
Sometimes fact is stranger than truth.
Sometimes I don't have both sails in the water.
Sometimes things just gag me the wrong way.
Sometimes you can learn a lot by watching.
Sometimes you've just got to grab the cow by the tail and face the music.
Sounds like it's time to sever the apron string.
Sounds like we're swimming an uphill battle.
Speaking off the hand, I'd advise you to quit.
Step up to the plate and fish or cut bait.
Stick that in your hat and smoke it!
Stick that in your peace pipe and smoke it.
Straighten up or fly right.
Strange bedfellows flock together.
Strike while the cat is hot.
Take advantage of the carpe diem.
Take care of two stones with one bird.
Take it with a block of salt.
Take this time line with a large grain of salt.
Thanks giving is early this year because the first Thursday fell on a Monday.
That aspect permutes the whole situation.
That curdles my toes.
That curdles the milk of human kindness.
That didn't amount to a hill of worms.
That doesn't cut any weight with him.
That fills a lot of gray areas.
That job is at the bottom of the rung.
That just muddles the water.
That'll blow the socks off the cat.
That'll fry the socks off your feet.
That'll rattle your socks.
That makes me as mad as a wet hatter.
That makes the hair on the back of my neck really stick in my craw.
That may cool some socks.
That old witch gave me the eagle eye.
That opens up a whole other kettle of songs.
That plant looks cyanotic.
That problem is getting pushed into the horizon.
That puts me up a worse creek.
That puts the icing on the kibosh.
That puts the onus on the other shoe.
That really burns my craw!
That really burns my goat!
That really throws a monkey into their wrench.
That really took the steam out of their sails.
That really uprooted the apple cart.
That report reads like a bleached whale.
That restaurant is so crowded no one goes there anymore.
That's a ball of another wax.
That's a bird of a different color.
That's a camel's eye strained through a gnat's tooth.
That's a different cup of fish.
That's a different jar of worms.
That's a horse of a different feather.
That's a kettle of different fish.
That's a matter for sore eyes.
That's a measle-worded statement if I ever heard one.
That's an unexpected surprise.
That's a pretty dicament.
That's a project of a different horse.
That's a sight for deaf ears.
That's a tough nut to carry on your back.
That's a two-edged circle.
That's a whole different ball of wax.
That's a whole new ball park.
That's enough to make your sock explode.
That's getting to the crotch of the matter.
That's going to be the gravy on the cake!
That's just cutting your throat to spite your face.
That's just putting the gravy on the cake.
That's like the pot calling the cattle black.
That's money we'll save right off the top of the hat.
That's no sweat off my back.
That's not my sack of worms.
That's obviously a very different cup of fish.
That solves two stones with one bird.
That's pushing a dead horse.
That's spilt water under the bridge.
That's their apple cart, let them choke on it.
That's the other end of the coin.
That's the straw that broke the camel's hump.
That's the wart that sank the camel's back.
That's the way the cookie bounces.
That's the way the old ball game bounces.
That's the whole ball of snakes.
That's the whole kettle of fish in a nutshell.
That's the whole kit and caboose.
That sure muddles the water.
That sure takes the steam out of the sails.
That's water under the dam.
That's way down in the chicken feed.
That's when I first opened an eyelash.
That's worse than running chalk up and down your back.
That throws a monkey wrench in the soup.
That took the edge off the pumpkin.
That took the starch out of my sails.
That took the steam out of my sails.
That was almost half done unconsciously.
That was a mere peanut in the bucket.
That was like getting the horse before the barn.
That was the corker in the bottle.
That was the pan he was flashed in.
That went through my mind and right out the other nostril.
That will sooth your savage brow.
That would drive him right out of his banana.
That would have been right up Harry's meat.
That would pry the socks off a dead cat.
That would throw a monkey wrench into their ointment.
The aggressor is on the wrong foot.
The Albatross of Damocles is hanging over your neck.
The analogy is a deeply superficial one.
The atmosphere militates against a solution.
The autumn leaves are in full bloom.
The ball is in our lap.
The ball is in the other person's lap.
The bloom is off the pumpkin.
The circuit breaker just kicked in.
The customer is always right-handed.
The die has been cast on the face of the waters.
The domestic problems are a terrible can of worms.
The early bird will find his can of worms.
The early worm catches the fish.
The egg is cracked and there's no way to scramble it.
The eggs we put all in one basket have come home to roost.
The faculty has cast a jaundiced eye upon the waters.
The fervor is so deep you can taste it.
The foot that rocks the cradle is usually in the mouth.
The fruits of our labors are about to be felt.
The future is not what it used to be.
The grass is always greener when you can't see the forest for the trees.
The gremlins have gone off to roost on someone else's canard.
The grocer's son always has shoes.
The groundwork is thoroughly broken.
The hand is on the wall.
The horse is stolen before the barn even gets its door closed.
The idea did cross my head.
The ideas sprang full-blown from the hydra's heads.
The importance of that cannot be underestimated.
The initiative is on the wrong foot.
Their attitude is to let lying dogs sleep.
The left foot doesn't know what shoe it's in.
The lights are so bright the air is opaque.
The meaning of the phrase should be clear after some medication.
The meeting was a first-class riot squad.
The next time I take you anywhere, I'm leaving you at home.
The onus is on the other foot.
The onus of responsibility lies on his shoulders.
The people are too nameless to number.
The pipeline has ramped up.
The project is going down the toilet in flames.
There are a lot of areas for efficiency reduction.
There are enough cooks in the pot already.
There are just too many hands to feed.
There are more feathers here than there are marbles in a candy store.
There are no easy bullets.
There aren't any worms in his backyard.
There are too many cooks and not enough Indians.
There are too many people in the soup.
There are two sides to every marshmallow.
There hasn't been much of a peep about it.
There is a prolifery of new ideas.
There is no surefool way of proceeding.
There is one niche in his armor.
There is some milk of contention between us.
There must be a Godzilla of those things in there!
There're not enough daisies on the chain.
There's a dark cloud on every rainbow's horizon.
There's a flaw in the ointment.
There's a little life in the old shoe yet.
There's a lot of bad blood in the water between those two.
There's a lot of blanche here to carte.
There's a lot of bull in the china shop.
There's a lot of credibility in that gap!
There's always a rotten monkey in every barrel.
There's a missing gap somewhere.
There's a rotten apple in every barrel.
There's a strong over current here.
There's a vortex swimming around out there.
There's a war in my ointment.
There's a wart in the ointment.
There's going to be hell and high water to pay.
There's laughing on the outside, paneling on the inside.
There's less money in the pie than there used to be.
There's more intelligence in this town than you can shake a stick at.
There's more than one way to lick a cat.
There's more than one way to skin an egg without letting the goose out of the bag.
There's more than one way to swing a cat.
There's no place in the bowl for another spoon to stir the broth.
There's no point in crying over skim milk.
There's no point in grasping at straws when you're barking up the wrong tree.
There's no point in spilling milk on a barn door that has hatched.
There's nothing like stealing the barn door after the horse is gone.
There's no two ways around it.
There's one difficult apple in the barrel.
There's only so many times you can beat a dead horse.
There's some noise afoot about the problem.
There's some trash to be separated from the chaff.
The restaurants are terrible -- the town is completely indigestible.
There was danger lurking under the tip of an iceberg.
There were foot-high puddles.
There will be fangs flying.
The screws of progress grind fine.
The seeds I've sown have come home to roost.
The sink is shipping.
The skeleton is there; you just have to sharpen it and put the decorations on the tree.
The sock is fried now.
The sword works two ways.
The system got caught with its pants down.
The town is a simmering powder keg.
The up-kick of all that will be nothing.
The viewpoints run from hot to cold.
The whole thing is a hairy potpourri.
The wishbone's connected to the kneebone.
The world is closing in on my head.
They also wait who only stand and stare.
The yard arm is in your court.
They are just prostituting the ills of the world.
They are pushing us into a panic that does not exist.
They are straining at nits.
They are unscrupulously honest.
They are very far and few between.
They closed the doors after the barn was stolen.
They descended on me like a hoar of locust.
They don't like to dictate themselves to the problem.
They don't see eye for eye with us.
They don't stand a tea bag's chance in hell.
They don't work worth lima beans.
They fell all over their faces.
They just want to chew the bull.
They just want to shoot the fat.
They keep petering in.
They kicked the tar out of our ass.
They laid their guts on the line.
They'll carve that spectrum any way we desire it.
They'll dazzle you out of your socks.
They locked the door after the house was stolen.
They make strange bedfellows together.
They're a bunch of pushers and shavers.
They're arriving like flies.
They're atrophying on the vine.
They're be chick peas in every pot.
They're breathing down my door.
They're breathing down our nose.
They're colder than blue blazes.
They're coming farther between.
They're cooking on all cylinders.
They're dropping his course like flies.
They're dying off like fleas.
They're eating out of our laps.
They're falling on hollow ears.
They're from out neck of the family.
They're germs in the rough.
They're grasping for needles.
They're like two chick peas in a pod.
They're moving as fast as molasses wheels.
They're over the pale.
They're spreading like wild flowers.
They're very far and few between.
They're working their bones off.
They rolled their eyebrows at me.
They run across the gamut.
They run like flies when he comes near.
They's chomping their lips at the prospect.
They should goose up their technical support.
They sucked all the cream off the crop.
They sure dipsied his doodle.
They unspaded some real down to earth data.
They've beaten the bushes to death.
They've done that before and in the past.
They've dumped you in the briar patch and told you to sink or swim.
They've got everything from soup to hairballs.
They've got the bull by the tail now.
They've got their heads squirreled upside down.
They've reached a new level of lowness.
They went after him tooth and fang.
They were hunkering for a shut out.
They were made up to the gills.
They wrecked havoc in the kitchen.
Things are all up in a heaval.
Things are getting a little sloppy around the gills.
Things are going to a hand basket in hell.
Things have slowed down to a terrible halt.
Things keep falling out of it, three or four years at a time.
This befalls on all of us.
This bit of casting oil on troubled feathers is more than I can take.
This business is being run by bean-pushers.
This field of research is so virginal that no human eye has set foot on it.
This game is a punctuation point.
This is a case if the pot calling the fruitcake black.
This is a farbarbarism!
This is a land-breaking case.
This is a magnitude of the first water.
This is an exercise in fertility.
This is a really tough wretchimen.
This is for your FYI.
This ivory tower we're living in is a glass house.
This makes me so sore it gets my dandruff up.
This manure must be stopped dead in its tracks.
This mess would make Humpty Dumpty bleed.
This office requires a president who will work right up to the hilt.
This program has many weaknesses, but its strongest weakness remains to be seen.
This thing kills me to the bone.
This town is too big for both of us.
This will shock you nude.
This wine came from a really great brewery.
This work was the understatement of the year.
Those are good practices to avoid.
Those are not the smartest cookies under the Christmas tree.
Those guys are as independent as hogs on ice.
Those guys weld a lot of power.
Those people have no bones to grind.
Those words were very carefully weasled.
Three hands make for lighter work.
Time and tide strike but once.
To all intensive purposes, the cause is lost.
To be a leader, you have to develop a spear de corps.
To coin a cliche, let's have at them.
Today I was singing 'Snowflakes roasting on an open file'.
Today's forecast is for wildly scattered showers.
Today was like the day Rome was built in; we can't afford to have any fiddlers.
Together again for the first time.
To hell with your hand basket!
Too many chiefs spoil the soup.
Too many cooks call the kettle black.
Too many cooks upset the apple cart.
Too many drinks spoil the broth.
Too many hands spoil the soap.
To sweeten the pie, I'll add some cash.
To the cook goes the broth!
To write a really good letter of recommendation, use all the best expletives.
Tread lightly on the face of the void.
Trying to do anything is like a tour de force.
Trying to get a doctor on Wednesday is like trying to shoot a horse on Sunday.
Try thinking outside the egg carton for a change.
Two thoughts but with a single mind.
Uneasy sits the head ... .
Vision is in the eyes of the beholder.
Wait until the cows come home to roost!
Watch her -- she gets on the stick very quickly.
We all have to die some day, if we live long enough.
We are on equally unfooted ground.
We are paying for the sins of serenity.
We better cover our ass and put it on their heads.
We brought this can of worms into the open.
We can clean ourselves right up to date.
We can dig ourselves out of this hole.
We can't get through the forest for the trees.
We can throw a lot of muscle into the pot.
We'd be biting off a new can of worms.
We'd better jump under the bandwagon before the train leaves the station.
We'd better toe the yard arm.
We definitely don't want to nail ourselves into a corner.
We didn't know which facts were incorrect.
We don't want a neophyte we have to wet nurse.
We don't want to get enhangled in that either.
We don't want to go at it like a wild bull in Chinatown.
We don't want to stick our necks out and get our asses chopped off.
We got another thing out of it that I want to heave in.
We got on board at ground zero.
We got the story post hoc.
We groove in the same ballpark.
We have achieved a wide specter of support.
We have a difference of agreement.
We have all passed a lot of water since then.
We have a real ball of wax to unravel.
We have a real messy ball of wax.
We have a wide range of broad-gauge people.
We have a wild card in the soup.
We haven't begun to scratch the tip of the iceberg.
We haven't found a smoking baton.
We have some outstanding gray areas.
We have the whole gambit to select from.
We have to fill the gaff.
We have to make sure we're all swimming on the same page.
We have to read between the tea leaves.
We have to understand the theoretical tenants here.
We just have to take the grit in our teeth and do it.
We know a lot more than we're not telling.
We'll burn that bridge when we get to it.
We'll cross that bridge after we've burned it behind us.
Well, darn my socks!
We'll have to sandwich everything we do under this one umbrella.
Well, it's no skin off my teeth.
We'll overlook things from top to bottom and bottom to top.
We'll put our mouth where our money is.
We'll see what comes down the tubes.
We might as well be hanged for an inch as for a mile.
We need an escape goat.
We need to do it ex-post-hasto.
We need to get over organized.
We need to offset the gaps in our product line.
We need to rein in our horns.
We need to retain our strategic disadvantage.
We need to screw our noses to the grindstone.
We opened a big ball of worms.
We pulled the cork on Pandora's Box.
We're biting our foot to spite our nose.
We're biting ourselves in the foot.
We're biting the foot the feeds us.
We're boggled down.
We're caught between a rock and a wet spot.
We're cooking on all cylinders.
We're dislodging some inertia.
We're dragging out dead skeletons.
We're getting down to bare tacks.
We're going to where we're going.
We're just going to ad-hoc our way through it.
We're off in a cloud of hooves.
We're on the foreskin of modern technology.
We're out of hear shot.
We're overpaying him, but he's worth it.
We're revisiting deja vu.
We're scraping the bottom of the iceberg.
We're teetering on the edge of the brink.
We're treading on new water.
We're trying very hard to maintain the high road.
We're up to our armpits in frozen alligators.
We're up to our earballs in garbage.
We're willing to throw away the baby with the bath water.
Were you by yourself or alone?
We shoot ourselves in the wrong feet sometimes.
We snarled our teeth.
We sure pulled the wool over his socks.
We sure pulled the wool over their socks.
We threw everything in the kitchen sink at them.
We've been eating our hump for a long time.
We've been sold up stream.
We've got a cash cow that's turning into a dog that needs milking.
We've got our necks strung out.
We've ported it to every platform under the world.
We've taken our eyes off the wrong ball.
We were looking out for our own bootstraps.
We won't turn a deaf shoulder to the problem.
We worked at a meticulous pace.
What can we do to shore up these problems?
What could help might work in retrospect.
When crunch comes to shove ...
When in doubt, tread on oily water.
When in Rome, do as the Romans do: stay away from the place.
When I want your opinion, I'll give it to you.
When the tough get going they let sleeping does lie.
When they go downstairs, you can hear neither hide nor hair of them.
When you get to the end of your rope, tie a knot and jump off.
When you're jumping on sacred cows, you've got to watch your step.
Where there's smoke, there're mirrors.
Who needs mental health when you can have Prozac?
Why procrastinate now when you can wait until tomorrow?
Why put off today what you can do tomorrow?
Women don't change their spots.
Would you please cast a jaundiced gander at this?
You are never going to fail unless you try.
You bet your bottom bootie I don't!
You can blow it up and down.
You can just take your hand basket to hell!
You can lead a pig to pearls, but you can't make a sow's ear drink.
You can make a prima donna sing, but you can't make her dance.
You can't break an egg without making an omelette.
You can't clothe a sow's ear in a silk gown.
You can't feed old tricks to a new dog.
You can't get more out of a turnip than you put in.
You can't judge a book by its contents.
You can't make a silk cow out of a sow.
You can't make a sow's ear out of a silk purse.
You get more for your mileage that way.
You gotta strike while the shoe is hot or the iron may be on the other foot.
You gotta walk with your pants on.
You have sowed a festering cow pie of suspicion.
You have to bite the bullet, take the bull by the horns and make him face the music.
You have to take the bitter with the sour.
You have your oar up the wrong tree.
You hit it right on the nail.
You just sawed yourself right off my tree.
You need some hair of the chicken.
You ninney-wit!
You pay through the noodle for it.
You put all your eggs before the horse.
Your ass is going to be mud.
You're about as observant as a wet hen.
You really can't compare us -- our similarities are different.
You're a sore sight for eyes.
You're barking down the wrong well.
You're barking up a tree with no branches.
You're barking up the wrong lamp post.
You're barking up the wrong totem pole.
You're barking  up the wrong tree stump.
You're barking your shins on the wrong tree.
You're barking your shins up the wrong tree.
You're blowing it all out of context.
You're bonking up the wrong tree.
You're eating like wildfire.
You're going to have fun whether you like it or not.
You're not going to get anymore until you've eaten what you've already eaten.
You're opening a complete can of Pandora's worms there.
You're preoccupying the bathroom.
You're scraping the top of the barrel.
You're skating on thin eggs.
You're too big for your ass.
You're treading on thin water.
Your irons in the fire are coming home to roost.
Your socks are toast!
Your wild oats have come home to roost.
You saw right through my transparency.
You should talk to her; she's a mind field of information.
You sure take the prize cake.
You take the chicken and run with me.
You've always been the bone of human kindness.
You've got to get the bull by the teeth.
You've overgrown your welcome.