He looks as though he's been weaned on a pickle.
Never trust a man who combs his hair straight from his left armpit.
People in Washington seem as hypnotized by precedence as though they were hens with their beaks on a chalk line.
If you can't say something nice about someone, come and sit right here next to me.
My specialty is detached malevolence.
I have a simple philosophy: Fill what's empty. Empty what's full. Scratch where it itches.