My Gal, Sal.

The only person there more often is the bartender.

What was the question again?

You can't trust a talking dog.

Duke is always trying to sell the family secret.

Some people just don't photograph well.

Not a leading brand name.

Noad? Isn't that a brand of sunblock?

Better than nothing.

Curiosity killed the Martians.

And there are dead  spots in the stairwells.

Sounds like a date.

Keeps them on theor toes.

Everybody is guilty of something.

Some are more guilty than others.

Salad days.

If anyone knows about the leafy green stuff...

There's Homer-Bart choking coming.

These boots are made for walking.

And that's what they're gonna do.

One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you.

When subtext becomes text.

That sound you hear is a hint dropping.

You do that redo that you do so well.

All-natural.

You can't spell turducken without T-U-R-D.

Seems like the perfect food.

Quiet and kept to herself.

Not the ticking time bomb type.

Tom Edison comes through again.

Who what where when why?

The "H" you say.

The pronunciation has changed the spelling.

You can't handle the truth.

It's double spaced.

Snitch for hire.

Dr. Kronkheit's only living patient.

Smith & Dale must be around here somewhere.

It hurts when I do that.

Name brand.

Tough pill to swallow.

All choked up, which is a hazard.

Getting all technical.

Spinny wheelie thingy works just as well.

All new and improved.

Whodunit?

The gentleman's gentleman did it.

He was framed.

Sole survivor.

Said the man with ostrich skin shoes.

He might have to add a wing.

Reflex.

Hit a nerve?

Must be the funny bone.

Tell a florist.

Sending flowers is ultimately cheaper.

She knows the best counter argument.

Not that there's anything wrong with that.

To lose two spouses seems like carelessness.

A little something on the side.

Always in the last place you look.

What happens if you find one?

Have you tried online dating?

Fun home.

Laughing all the way...

And the wake will be on Wake.

A diller, a dollar.

Seems like a win-win situation to me.

Not everyone is Hugh Laurie.

CYA.

It must have been somebody else's fault.

Don't look now., but some people can't even find it, let alone cover it.

That's groovy.

How Cynthia got her groove back.

Might even be made into a movie.

Eagle-eyed.

Or as they say in Philadelphia those darned Iggles.

Better safe than sorry. It's a surveillance society.

Everything is in play.

Like father like daughter.

That limits the damage.

The price of everything.

If you can fake sincerity...

You have it made.

The devil you know.

Wiccans have rights. too.

The customer is always right, except when not.


All together, now, spell "altogether."

Bye, Jiminy.

That's not cricket...

Not any more, anyway.

The great divide.

Seems like a perfect system.

They just can't help themselves.