Top Secret.

 Almost as secure as PASSWORD.

So easy to remember, so hard to forget.

The horror.

 He's the epitome of the compassionate conservative.

Oh, how he suffers.

Smiley Face.

 Smile, you're on candid...never mind.

A frowny backside down.

Hope is the thing with feathers.

 That bird became extinct long ago.

It rests with the Norwegian Blue.

Victim of circumstance.

 Fish gotta swim, birds gotta fly. And then there's the flying fish.

Some kids gotta put fish in the milk.

Be prepared.

 Sounds much better than incorrigible petty criminal.

He's neither Preppie nor Boy Scout.

High apple pie in the sky hopes.

 When you wish upon a star, you must be really desperate.

By Jiminy Cricket.

A child's garden of verses.

 You need the juice of tomatoes for a proper Bloody Mary.

Not to mention the vodka being made from potatoes.

Skeptics anonymous.

 She's nothing if she's not well-defined.

Too much of a null thing.

ROY G BIV.

 How many colors are in your rainbow?

Just stick to Shades of Dorian Gray.

Smart vac.

 Why are you torturing that vacuum cleaner?

His first love was a Roomba.

A shore thing.

 Life's a beach, as the old saying goes.

Watch out for rips.

Don't get cute with me.

 It's the accent that does the trick.

Not Nordic enough.

Climate of denial.

 She's no Greta Thunberg.

Nowhere near as cute.

Our bettor angels.

 For those who spell angels as angles.

Don't bet on it.

Down in the dumps.

Recycling, it's a smashing idea. 

Nothing lifts the spirits more than hydraulics.

Funny you should ask.

 Was there a screw and a ball involved?

Spoiler alert !

Paying the price.

 Leave the bitterness, but take the greed.

It doesn't pay to be bitter.

In other words.

 Not inaccurate as such, but merely out of date.

Nobody pays attention anyway.

An anniversary of sorts.

 It was eleven years ago, June 7th, actually.

He remembered the week, at least. Close enough.

The hollow theory.

 Everyone knows that the Hollow Earthers are the undiscovered species.

At least, those in the know know that.

Octopus's Garden.

 We all live in a yellow submarine.

Paging Ned Land.

To Tell the Truth.

 As someone once observed, "Truth isn't truth."

We live in the Post-Fact era.

Given enough rope.

 Give them an inch, they'll take a mile.

And charge you for the privilege.

Big phish, little phish.

 Know your customers, and know your audience.

The better to hook them with.

Sundaes in the park.

The rules, on the other hand, are relaxed.

Anything is more than likely to happen on Sunday.

Far out, man.

 Magic mushrooms cast their spell.

Who putt the fun in the fungi?

Thanks for all the fish.

 Assuming that Earth isn't scheduled for demolition.

Hyperspace bypasses have to be put in someone's backyard.

Intelligent life in the Universe.

 If they are looking for intelligent life...

Boy did they take a wrong turn.

To Serve Man.

 "It's a cookbook," as Lloyd Bochner discovered too late.

They have a menu with prices.