Cut that pizza into six slices instead of eight, I ain't that hungry.
Nobody comes here anymore, its too crowded
Yogi ordered a pizza. The waitress asked How many pieces do you want your pie cut? Yogi responded, Four. I don't think I could eat eight.
You can't think and hit the ball at the same time.
A nickel ain't worth a dime anymore.
Slump? I ain't in no slump... I just ain't hitting.