Birds of a feather.

And he has the bird dog, too.

He' ones for the birds.

Affordable.

There is in Washington all that life can afford.

And ordinary citizens cannot.

The Great Thrift Zone.

He should visit the Mill on the Floss.

Maybe he can get some free from George Eliot.

Theory of Relativity.

Turns out that he is very relatable.

More relatable that Harry Nelson Pillsbury.

Food for thought.

Caterpillars on toast go down like silk.

Try the chocolate covered ants.

The Good, the Bad and the Dire Strait.

According to the parable, Samaritans were not good.

Which fits Dabney to perfection.

Hither and Yon.

She is always at his beck and call.

Paging Dr. Foxx. Paging Dr. Foxx. Stat.

Room With A Viewmaster.

Beachfront property, more or less.

He's feeling palmy, not balmy.

The Way Back Machine to the Future.

Everything old is new again.

Get your powdered wig out of mothballs.

Make A Healthy Gain.

However much money it takes...

Or Makes. He is all for it.

Ear to the ground.

Whatever gets you through the night.

And gains the advantage.

Sponge Bob Knows.

As apt a summation of humanity as any.

From the perspective of the machine.

Classless society.

Both Henny Youngman and Milton Berle concur.

Steal only from the best.

Breadstuff.

Sounds like a bagel, rather than a kaiser.

Funny, but he doesn't look like lox.

Handouts.

It is panhandling on an industrial scale.

Same results as a tin cup.

Forecast models.

She has lived down to expectations.

Kinder words were never spoken.

Don't even think about it.

The Thought Police are already on to you.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking, Pinky?"

Secret Cyn.

There could be no greater betrayal.

However you look at it.

Casey at the bat.

And it was a pitching machine that threw the ball.

Automated batters are next.

That stinks.

In the words of Doctor Samuel Johnson,

"No, Madam, you smell, I stink."

Cog wheel.

The line of succession stops at that station.

Go big or go home.

On the defensive.

Looks like unnecessary roughness.

Seems pretty offensive.

Fit as a fiddle.

He is fit to be tied.

Or to throw a fit.

To sell a fat pig.

The lure of the sale is illusion.

Once hooked, it is too late.

At a glance.

Yet another form of side eye.

Looking askance would serve well in reply.

Post or perish.

They should definitely switch to Facteime.

Much more satisfying than face-to-face.

The Tower of Babel.

He can confuse him in many languages.

It helps when you want to secretly insult someone.

The Big Shill.

He is not wrong about that.

He will put a ghost writer on it.

Getting ahead.

If he walks any faster, he will lap himself.

How to get ahead without even trying.

Coded message.

The Hobo code is unbreakable.

1. Decide your own life; don't let another person run or rule you.

Tale of the tapeworm.

Intestinal parasites sound like something...

The HHS Secretary could endorse.

Pass it on.

Where there's a will, there's always something...

To fight about.

All in the family.

It appears that some other things are inherited.

A feeling of being put upon is also a heritable trait.

Raw deal.

That really chaps his cheek.

Rubs him the wrong way.

Malfeasance in office.

Eating the merchandise rather than delivering it.

That's grounds for expulsion from the bunny guild.

Uniform conduct.

There are such things as alterations.

Or some teams like long stockings.

By hook or by crook.

You're going to need a bigger boat.

The Iceman Cometh.

Antennae.

It is obviously a case of poor reception.

Too much noise.

The ninety percent solution.

If that's all that is required of him...

He will gladly accept ninety percent of his former salary.

All the dodecahedra were taken.

Not exactly on the square, so to speak.

Slightly off kilter.

The Visitation.

Alice doesn't live here anymore.

Speaking of vacancies, moral vacancy.

Classical education.

The reading level was something of a challenge.

Not suitable for all ages, parental discretion is advised.

Grin and Bear It.

He would never be mistaken for the Golden Bear.

Bearly survives the round.

Handyman special.

That will come in handy next time...

Someone asks for a handout.

Take a poll.

The threat is from somewhere else entirely.

Elected officials are the problem.

Leaning into it.

That is a vague "no."

Hearing and listening not the same.

You will thank me later.

Something smells, and it isn't fish in the microwave.

Testing, testing, 1, 2, 3.

Little fishy in the brook.

He's beginning to sound like the Great Oz.

"Ignore that man behind the curtain."

Coming into focus.

As one person, he might be called a focal point.

He's the new Mikey.

No account.

Too large to fit into the shriveled husk...

Of the original specimen.