Special relativity.

You age a lot faster the older you get.

And everybody around you seems to be born yesterday.

You bet your sweet bippy.

It all makes perfect sense to George Schlatter.

You just need Dick Martin to explain.

Rhapsody Rabbit.

Everything I know about classical music I learned from LooneyTunes.

Kill the wabbit. Kill the wabbit. Kill the wabbit.

Makes scents.

Or the ability to lick yourself all over?

Murphy makes an appearance.

Rimshot.

And there must be at least one straight man.

To hit on the straight women.

Circus Boy.

Jeffy is busy guest-starring in Pearls Before Swine.

Someday he will be found with a chalk outline drawn around him.

Pointy-headed.

But not liberal.

The Devil you know.

Just be glad that it isn't Wally.

The Roaring '20s.

Named for the measurements, 20-20-20.

You can be too thin, it seems. Twiggy grew out of it.

Password.

If you put his name on his tag, anyone can hack your account.

You might as well just call him Captcha.

Clock Wise Guy.

That is counteracted, however, because in the Southern Hemisphere, clocks run backwards.

And in Silicon Valley the dogs all blink 12:00.

Horse with a buggy behind.

The newspaper is to swat the flies on the horse.

Slide rules seem to show up in the trash a lot.

Franz Schubert can sympathize.

Ninety percent of success is showing up.

Paint by numbers.

But genius is ninety-nine percent perspiration and one percent inspiration.

Dog power.

Not to mention the oil that it takes to make one.

That should at least get you a grant from the Department of Energy.

No two snowflakes.

Some of them are twins, I bet.

Castor and Polydeuces would be good names.
Some of them probably are pronounced You-knee-cue.

What sin a name?

Arroz by any other name is Uncle Ben's.

Roe's arrow is a rose.

Ready for Freddie.

He might have confused Freds with Freddie Mac.

I was with him up to ground rule doubles. We need to get rid of the designated hitter and inter-league play.

huso huso.

Pet beluga sturgeon tied to the roof of his car?

Just a regular guy with fish egg breath.

Newt's amphibian power.

It had Einstein baffled, so it might work.

Perpetual motion would explain Newt's yapping.

Don Rickles Appreciation Day.

It's not everybody who dreams of Don Rickles, AKA Mr. Potato Head.

Wasn't that an episode of The Twilight Zone, starring Billy Mumy?
The Dream Sequence Always Rings Twice, as David and Maddie found out. But whose dream is this? Seeing Barney naked must be traumatizing for someone.

The opposite of fantastic.

Before it was shortened, it was craptastic.

But we already have 'shrooms.

In short.

I thought his name was Masrhall Mathers.

Just call him Trey for short.

Calliope music.

For a while everyone thought that the circus had come to town.

Chuck Jones couldn't have done it better.

Thinking out of the box.

This looks like a job for Ludlow Kissel.

With gunpowder on her side, she is a majority of one.
An industrial action.

Going a bit Wobbly.

Call in the Pinkertons.

Workers of the World, Unite!

Seriously, who did not see that coming.

Union shop.

My, but your voice has changed, sir.

Or she could buy them out her allowance.

Junkomart.

Collecting discardata for the recyclorama.

Favorite eatery. Four stars in the TireRack Guide.

Navel maneuvres.

He also has the world's largest collection of belly button lint.

It's a roadside America attraction.
I wonder is he uses the Lint Lizard?

There might have been a breach of decorum.

Nothing that a little laughter behind Barney's back can't cure.

 Now if only hiding under a blanket worked at the office.

Do the twist.

Because he moves like Chubby Checker, no doubt.

As pet names go, it's better than Fat Ass.