| | a chip off the old block |
| | a deer in the headlights |
| | a drop in the bucket |
| | a fish out of water |
| | a fly in the ointment |
| | a horse of a different color |
| | a knockoff |
| | a long row to hoe |
| | a nail-biter |
| | a penny for your thoughts |
| | a pox on both your houses |
| | a quick buck |
| | a stitch in time saves nine |
| | a tongue-lashing |
| | ace in the hole or ace up his sleeve (re-entry for duplicate) |
| | airing dirty laundry |
| | an uphill battle |
| | and the rest is history |
| | another nail in the coffin |
| | ants in his pants |
| | as dense as a London Fog |
| | as easy as falling off a log |
| | as snug as a bug in a rug |
| | as useful as a lead balloon |
| | at the drop of a hat |
| | back from the dead |
| | back in the saddle |
| | back to the salt mines |
| | bare bones |
| | barking up the wrong tree |
| | beat a dead horse |
| | born with a silver spoon in his mouth |
| | burn your bridges |
| | busier than a one-armed paper hanger |
| | by the skin of my teeth |
| | can't make a silk purse out of a sow's ear |
| | cash cow |
| | cat got your tongue? |
| | clean your clock |
| | come hell or high water |
| | cooking with gas now |
| | cool as a cucumber |
| | cost an arm and a leg |
| | couldn't hit the broad side of a barn |
| | cry over spilled milk |
| | dig yourself into a hole |
| | don't reinvent the wheel |
| | dot the I's and cross the T's |
| | dumber than a box of rocks |
| | easy as 123 |
| | eat lead! |
| | eats like a horse |
| | everything but the kitchen sink |
| | everything's coming up roses |
| | fall head over heels |
| | fell through the cracks |
| | fighting like cats and dogs |
| | firing on all cylinders |
| | fits like a hand in a glove (also: fits like a glove) |
| | flat as a pancake |
| | free as a bird |
| | get a word in edgewise |
| | get cleaned out |
| | get off on the wrong foot |
| | get over the hump |
| | give the shirt off your back |
| | give them an inch and they'll take a mile |
| | go against the grain |
| | good things come to he who waits |
| | good to the last drop |
| | has egg on his face |
| | he's all thumbs |
| | his bark is worse than his bite |
| | hit pay dirt |
| | hold your horses |
| | home is where you hang your hat |
| | hunker down |
| | I could whip you with one arm tied behind my back |
| | I need that like I need a hole in the head |
| | I wasn't born yesterday |
| | I'd lose my head if it weren't attached |
| | Idle hands are the devil's workshop |
| | if the shoe fits, wear it |
| | if you can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen |
| | I'll eat my hat |
| | in two shakes of a lamb's tail |
| | in your face |
| | is it soup yet? |
| | it won't fly |
| | it's in the mail |
| | jump down your throat |
| | jump the gun |
| | just the tip of the iceberg |
| | keeping up with the Joneses |
| | keeps his cards close to his vest |
| | kick some butt (or ass) |
| | knee-high to a grasshopper |
| | knock it out of the park |
| | knockout blow |
| | know it like the back of my hand |
| | know which side your bread is buttered on |
| | last but not least |
| | lay my cards on the table |
| | leave no stone unturned |
| | like a bull in a china shop |
| | like a kid on a candy store |
| | like a knife through hot butter |
| | like night and day |
| | lock, stock, and barrel |
| | looking for a needle in a haystack |
| | love is blind |
| | madder than a wet hen |
| | making a mountain out of a mole hill |
| | making money hand over fist |
| | many hands make light work |
| | miss the boat |
| | money doesn't grow on trees |
| | my brain is fried |
| | nailed it |
| | nice guys finish last |
| | no pain, no gain |
| | no skin off my nose |
| | no strings attached |
| | not for all the tea in china |
| | not playing with a full deck |
| | not the ghost of a chance |
| | off kilter |
| | old as dirt |
| | on the same page |
| | on track |
| | one man's garbage is another man's treasure |
| | one picture is worth a thousand words |
| | out of gas |
| | out of the woods |
| | paint yourself into a corner |
| | play the hand you're dealt |
| | play with the big boys (or girls) |
| | pound the pavement |
| | pull the wool over your eyes |
| | put it on the back burner |
| | put that in your pipe and smoke it |
| | raking in the money (or dough) |
| | rattle your cage |
| | reopen an old wound |
| | right up your alley |
| | rock the boat |
| | Rome wasn't built in a day |
| | rotten to the core |
| | rub salt in the wound |
| | run circles around (also run rings around) |
| | same song and dance |
| | season's greetings |
| | see the glass as half empty |
| | send up a trial balloon |
| | something to sink your teeth into |
| | soup to nuts |
| | step on your toes |
| | stop on a dime |
| | stuck out like a sore thumb |
| | sweep it under the rug |
| | swim against the tide |
| | take a long walk off a short pier |
| | take a picture, it will last longer |
| | test the waters |
| | the 800-pound gorilla |
| | the blind leading the blind |
| | the cat's meow |
| | the grass is always greener on the other side |
| | the lights are on buy nobody's home |
| | the old ball and chain |
| | the red carpet treatment |
| | the whole enchilada |
| | throw gasoline on the fire |
| | tilting at windmills |
| | time on your (or my) hands |
| | to deep six something |
| | to sugar coat something (also candy-coat something) |
| | too many chefs spoil the broth |
| | toot your own horn |
| | turn over a new leaf |
| | under a microscope |
| | until the cows come home |
| | variety is the spice of life |
| | waiting for the dust to settle |
| | waiting for the other shoe to drop |
| | waiting for your ship to come in |
| | walking on egg shells |
| | welcome to the club |
| | we're gonna tie one on tonight |
| | were you born in a barn? |
| | what a zoo -- or -- this place is a zoo |
| | what's wrong with this picture? |
| | when all is said and done |
| | when hell freezes over |
| | when pigs fly |
| | where there's smoke there's fire |
| | wipe the slate clean |
| | with a fine tooth comb |
| | with one hand tied behind my back |
| | work your fingers to the bone |
| | works like a dog |
| | yank your chain |
| | you can lead a horse to water, but you can't make him drink |
| | you can take that to the bank |
| | you can't fit a square peg in a round hole |
| | you can't put the toothpaste back in the tube |
| | you could have knocked me over with a feather |
| | you have to break a few eggs to make an omelet |
| | you lost me |
| | you make a better door than a window |
| | you snooze, you loose |
| | zip your lip |
| | a small circle of friends |
| | can't a cat look at a queen? |
| | Take a slow boat to china. |
| | that's why we keep score |
| | Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're getting. |
| | not enough room to swing a cat |
| | one for the road |
| | fork it over |
| | fill the bill |
| | The empty can rattles the most. |
| | lo and behold |
| | without further ado |
| | hit the nail on the head |
| | youthful folly |
| | as popular as a red haired step child |
| | man in the moon |
| | love is like a rose |
| | don't give up your day job |
| | you and who's army? |
| | he has been shooting for keeps and lost |
| | great open spaces |
| | thanks but no thanks |
| | and so to bed |
| | God bless a milk cow |
| | quick off the mark |
| | one fell swoop |
| | Christmas comes but once a year |
| | been there, done that, got the t-shirt |
| | let it fly |
| | it takes guts |
| | free and easy |
| | get her into the sack |
| | beauty is only skin deep |
| | little bird told me |
| | A few fleas are good for the dog |
| | quick on the draw |
| | saving grace |
| | neither rhyme nor reason |
| | just be yourserlf |
| | a marriage made in heaven |
| | duck the question |
| | sight for sore eyes |
| | as cold as a witches tit |
| | eat my shorts |
| | knuckle down |
| | bag of bones bag of tricks |
| | part and parcel |
| | mad as a wet hen |
| | It shines like a diamond in a goats ass! |
| | grapes of wrath |
| | big honcho |
| | high and dry |
| | babe in the woods |
| | as every schoolboy knows |
| | like two tomcats in a gunny sack |
| | in a trice |
| | a whole new ball game |
| | Got one foot in the grave. |
| | silver-tongued orator |
| | turn the corner |
| | cover your tracks |
| | divide the spoils |
| | to have a knack for it |
| | Rocket scientist |
| | when the cat's away, the mice will play |
| | gray eminence |
| | a tough nut to crack |
| | get your ducks in a row |
| | read him like an open book |
| | kick in the shins |
| | the rocky road to success |
| | dumber than homemade dirt |
| | kill two birds with one stone |
| | corporal's guard |
| | believe in yourself |
| | life of Reilly |
| | playin poker with the pros (he's dead) |
| | you can't make a silk purse out of a sow's ear |
| | so let it be written--so let it be done |