Dithering around.

One hesitates to liken him to Mr. Dithers.

He is too decisive, albeit stubborn.

Blues in the night.

He has an excellent memory of preschool.

Always the snappiest dresser.

Job market.

And he is still on the dole in the UK.

Was there coffee to go with the Danish?

The currency of the realm.

When he isn't thinking of money, he is thinking...

Of moola, cash, specie, the wherewithal, dough, bread...

Snakes and ladders.

Coral snakes aren't found at the beach.

They are the snakes in the grass.

Nosey.

In the words of the old joke...

Now they can pick their noses.

Brain drain.

Trash that can think for itself.

The least data center.