A little inaccuracy sometimes saves a ton of explanation.
I always say beauty is only sin deep.
A beautifully constructed borshch, such as you are going to experience presently, ought not only to banish conversation but almost to annihilate thought.
The man is a common murderer. A common murderer, possible, but a very uncommon cook.
Mother, may I go and maffick, Tear around and hinder traffic?
It's no use growing older if you only learn new ways of misbehaving yourself.