Back to basics.

Primitive but effective.

The original internet.

The phobia.

That's a natural mistake.

Pronounced Isle. La. Morada.

You gotta have heart.

No, it's a BIG, heartless corporation.

Now if they could only make a soul.

She's a card.

Don't frighten the horses, either.

A gal has to live.

TRO.

She has a good lawyer.

The times they are a-changin'.

In the tank.

Superstition isn't the same as fixing.

He waited almost until halfway to give up.

Lily liver.

All we need now is someone named Goose.

She doesn't cluck like a chicken.

Proxy fight.

In a schizoid battle, who wins?

Clyde is closer to the source.

What's in a name?

You can't make this up.

Or you can, but pretend you can't.

It's bonkers.

I'm cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs, or Kleenex.

Or Aspirin or Xerox.

As they say in France.

Who says romance is dead?

So what if she has put on a few pounds?

Things are begining to gel.

Gel -- Oh, again!

Could be the next big thing.

Heads up.

Always the last place you look.

Look between the sofa cushions.

Thoughts and Prayers.

If you stare at facts long enough, they will go away.

Maybe a faith-based answer will work better than fact-based.

Going crypto.

Anyone can do it.

If you like gambling, you'll love cryptocurrency.

Straight from the horse's mouth.

Not as ditzy as she looks.

Paying protection is the next step.

The Robert Falcon Scott School of Hard Knocks.

It's a marathon in Antarctica.

Not a sprint.

Said Tom Swiftly.

Not all "ly" go adverbially.

Not to be confused with Dave Barry's Twitter account.

Quantum of humor.

Every possible answer. Yes, no, maybe.

Qubit not to qubit? That is the question.

Price on his head.

A billion reasons to live.

Is there a reward?

For pity's sake.

Comparatively good news.

Made her hair stand on end.

In the good old days.

Pre-bailout General Motors.

A little extra-judicious bribery.

Parenting for Dummies.

The universal, all-purpose parental comments.

Never admit ignorance.

Trouble right here in River City.

She has more troubles than Haven, Maine.

Don't go looking for trouble.

Meep, Meep.

The little Nash Rambler also went "beep, beep."

A voice from the past.

Nothing to hide.

The worst kind of journalism.

Getting at the truth.

Children are taxing.

Credit where credit is due.

Setting a good example.

Trust buster.

They need better commercials.

Or at least more memorable ones.

That's what she said.

He's one to talk.

The condensed version.

The right stuff.

There's a reason for procedure.

The tall nail gets hammered down.

In the words of Lou Grant.

"You have spunk."

"I hate spunk."