My idea of walking into the jaws of death is marrying some woman who has lost three husbands.
There ought t'be some way t'eat celery so it wouldn't sound like you wuz steppin' on a basket.
Who remembers when we used to rest on Sunday instead of Monday?
A lot of Thanksgiving days have been ruined by not carving the turkey in the kitchen.
Where ignorance is bliss it's foolish to borrow your neighbor's newspaper.
Most parents don't worry about a daughter until she fails to show up for breakfast.