he winced when the doctor gave him an injectionhe won the election by hairhe won the lottery and he is really sitting prettyhe works like doghe would only eat from my handhe would put legs under a chickenhe wouldn’t hurt a flyhe wouldn't say boo to a goosehe writed in letterhe yelledhe`ishe’s a bag egghe’s a bastardhe’s a bit slowhe’s a chip off the old blockhe’s a complete idiothe’s a creephe’s a geniushe’s a naturalhe’s a scumbaghe’s a sickohe’s a smart cookiehe’s a whizhe’s always flashing his money aroundhe’s an assholehe’s as mad as a hornethe’s as proud as a peacockhe’s as strong as an oxhe’s brillianthe’s brokehe’s down on his luckhe’s in a class of his ownhe’s in her early twentieshe’s in his early twentieshe’s just scraping byhe’s no spring chickenhe’s not all therehe’s not into youhe’s not telling the whole truthhe’s not the man for thathe’s pinching pennieshe’s really dumbhe’s really sharphe’s scared of strong womenhe’s scrimping and savinghe’s she’s no oil paintinghe’s short on cashhe’s slow on the drawhe’s so cutehe’s stretching the truth