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.