In the words of the old song.

"You say you want a revolution."

 First to the wall.

Sell-by date.

Just fast forward though the commercial breaks.

 His expiration date is illegible.

Periodicity.

The periods ran on beyond the borders.

You are going to need a bigger panel.

Eden, Part 2.

He is going to cut down the trees, and...

Put them in a tree museum.

Nothing new under the sun.

Get used to saying "Arrrrgggh."

He promises not to pull the ball away.

Celebrity status.

As the banner read, "Mission Accomplished."

SAS Stan has done his job well.

Mr. Notipster.

Monkeying around.

Or as Clouseau said, "That's not my minkey."

A pox on both of them.

In case of emergency, buy in bulk.

The fundamental right that cannot be abridged...

Freedom of profit.

Vegetative state.

Plant telegraphy, the jungle telegraph.

Listen to the trees.

Plant communication through volatile organic compounds.

Initial success.

That's what can happen when women....

Are not in the room.

Wit's End.

The irony of it all is that paradox...

Is the so seldom understood.

A Face in the Crowd.

No longer faceless, and no longer nameless.

But always unspeakable.

Billingsley and Compnay.

She was no Donna Reed.

Mildred Pierce was not so good a mother.

The heart of the matter.

You gotta have heart...

Zipper de doodah.

Bovril all around.

A taste of the old country.

Something from home.

The cutting edge.

He is now on the bleeding edge of medical...

Instrument making.

On the menu.

Politics make strange breakfast companions.

 He has issues with issues.

The trustee.

That is why so many ads feature dogs.

In Fido we trust.

Everyone is a critic.

Grading should be reserved for beef.

And the roads.

Telltale.

If they are politicians, they are lying, probably.

That's a categorical maybe.

Unlaced.

He means too lazy to bend over.

Tying one's shoe laces is exhausting.

MIster Congeniality.

And he always gets such good service.

It's always a shift change when he arrives.