The low-hanging fruit.

 Whatever it takes, except scruples.

While the getting is good.

Religio canis.

 The real object of worship for a dog is its master.

Which tells you something about their intelligence.

Mischief Night.

 The night of behaving badly.

Otherwise known as any night at all.

The vision thing.

 He sees all. He hears all. He knows all.

Pillsbury the Omniscient.

Elvis has left the building.

 Follow that Dream to Blue Hawaii.

Being Wild in the Country leads to Jailhouse Rock.

Revenge of the nerds.

 Never got past the interview.

Isn't that illegal discrimination?

Good trouble.

 As they say, nobody's perfect.

When he's right, he's right.

Fido.

 Semper fidelis is tattooed on his chest.

 And he's not a Marine.

God's eye view.

 It's the age of Big Brother.

We are never alone.

Whose bright idea?

 Always write things down right away.

Dim bulb.

Moderation above all.

Presume at your own risk.

Danger, rough road ahead.

Chock Full o' Nuts.

 He might be using sarcasm to make a point.

They would be new for pharmaceuticals.

The name game.

 Some people just shouldn't have kids.

It's enough to put him in therapy.

Three coins in a fountain.

 Free money. What's not to like?

Just call him fountainhead.

No time like the present.

 Don't put off until tomorrow what can be put off for years.

Time is money not taxed.

Dummy argument.

 Stupid is as stupid does, to quote Forrest Gump's mama.

We have met the enemy, and it is us, to quote Walt Kelly.

Two for one.

 Both are dog whistles.

There might be hope for him.

The Fates take a hand.

 Saved by predestination and time's arrow.

The immutable, inexorable past.

The Up and Up.

 Everything strictly by the book.

The rules apply to everyone equally, theoretically.

Richard Cory went to town.

 Whenever Richard Cory went down town,

 We people on the pavement looked at him:
 
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
 
  Clean favored, and imperially slim.

 

  And he was always quietly arrayed,

         And he was always human when he talked;
 
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
 
  "Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked.

 
 

And he was rich—yes, richer than a king,

 And admirably schooled in every grace:
 
In fine, we thought that he was everything
 
  To make us wish that we were in his place.

 
 

So on we worked, and waited for the light,
 
  And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
 
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,

 

  Went home and put a bullet through his head.

And William Alexander wept.

 Happy little trees and clouds and burned tarts.

How do you like them apples?

Kansas City here we come.

 Next thing you know, he's married to Raquel Welch.

Probably no James Caan, at any rate.

If you play your cards right.

 Yes, but can you sing "King Tut" while playing the banjo?

Just two wild and crazy guys.

Take a dive.

 Look out for that first step.

Terminal velocity.

Aristophanes strikes again.

 The unexpurgated edition of Aristophanes.

That's why they make guest bedrooms.

Miranda warning.

He thought that they meant Carmen when they said Miranda.

Always remain silent.

Stop in the name of love.

 Go on.You're killing it.

She's around and around and around.

Born yesterday.

 The alternative is she sprang fully armed from the brow of Zeus.

Compete with that !

Careful with money.

 Keeping an eye on his money...

Is better than communing with nature.

The tell-all book.

 Life Behind the Wheel:

What the chauffeur saw.

DIe laughing.

 She should have stuck with walking around hills.

Her imaginary sister.