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It’s all water under the hatchet.

“I can talk faster than you,” Tom expressed.

There is a very fine line between 'hobby' and 'mental illness.

It's bad luck to be superstitious.

You’d be a overweight neurotic fighter too if your name was Shirley Crabtree.

Dog: The only friend you can buy for money.

Lawyer: Men whom we hire to protect us from lawyers.

Etiquette: Learning to yawn with your mouth closed.

“Use your own toothbrush!” Tom bristled.

Cooperation can only be reached if we work together.

He knew how to butter his nest.

We’re on the same page length.

“It’s a German song,” Tom lied.

Brat: A child who displays his pest manners.

“I’ve gained thirty pounds,” said Tom heavily.

I'll bet she has her clothes made by Orville, the tent maker.

Gold Digger: A fund-loving girl.

Racehorse: A barn athlete.

Business Lunch: Lunch.

“Nay!” said Tom hoarsely.

“I haven’t had any tooth decay yet,” said Tom precariously.