Ricky: You remember the old saying "Birds of a feather smell the same"?
Lucy: Oh, you mean "A rose by any other name flocks together"?
Lucy: Oh, you mean "A rose by any other name flocks together"?
Miss Kitty: You put a mouse on the stage, your saloon's gonna be as empty as Death Valley on a cold day in June when the snow don't fall.
Cat R. Waul: ...What?
Cat R. Waul: ...What?
Josh: You went over my head and you did it behind my back!
Amy: Quite the contortionist am I.
Amy: Quite the contortionist am I.
"I once had a boss who said, 'You can't have your cake and eat it, so you have to step up to the plate and face the music.' It was in that moment I knew I had to resign before somebody got badly hurt by a pencil."
— BBC News Magazine, "50 office-speak phrases you love to hate"
I'm caught between the devil and a hard place
Between the fire and the deep blue sea
Between a rock and the frying pan
What a terrible place to be
Cause I kicked two birds with one bucket
Bit off more bullets than I could chew
I burned my bridges at both ends
And that's a pretty dumb thing to do
Now I've got a snowball's chance in a handcart
I hope you let me explain
I'm standing on the precipice of a runaway train
I was blowing my own hot and cold trumpet
Cause it's a different kettle of ball games
When you're standing on the precipice of a runaway train
Now I'm hoist on my own line and sinker
Since I opened up a whole bag of cats
I put my nose out of joint on the grindstone
(I don't know why I did that)
You were a wolf at the door in sheep's clothing
You were my Achilles' ace in the heel
Don't want to make a mountain out of Mohammed
That's just the way that I feel
And now I got a snowball's chance in a handcart
It's all in a different vein
I'm standing on the precipice of a runaway train
I took the bull by the china shop
I won't do that again
Now I'm standing on the precipice of a runaway train
Between the fire and the deep blue sea
Between a rock and the frying pan
What a terrible place to be
Cause I kicked two birds with one bucket
Bit off more bullets than I could chew
I burned my bridges at both ends
And that's a pretty dumb thing to do
Now I've got a snowball's chance in a handcart
I hope you let me explain
I'm standing on the precipice of a runaway train
I was blowing my own hot and cold trumpet
Cause it's a different kettle of ball games
When you're standing on the precipice of a runaway train
Now I'm hoist on my own line and sinker
Since I opened up a whole bag of cats
I put my nose out of joint on the grindstone
(I don't know why I did that)
You were a wolf at the door in sheep's clothing
You were my Achilles' ace in the heel
Don't want to make a mountain out of Mohammed
That's just the way that I feel
And now I got a snowball's chance in a handcart
It's all in a different vein
I'm standing on the precipice of a runaway train
I took the bull by the china shop
I won't do that again
Now I'm standing on the precipice of a runaway train
— Mitch Benn, "The Devil and a Hard Place" note
"So many irons in the fire. Such a tangled web. It is a web full of flaming irons and mixed metaphors."
— Vriska Serket, Homestuck
"Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, may I have the attention of the class..."
— Dick "Dastardly" Richard, Rat Movie: Mystery of the Mayan Treasure
"For somewhere," said Poirot to himself, indulging in an absolute riot of mixed metaphors, "there is in the hay a needle, and among the sleeping dogs there is one on whom I shall put my foot, and by shooting the arrows into the air, one will come down and hit a glass-house!"
Doc: You know what they say: People in glass houses sink sh-sh-ships.
Rocco: Doc, I gotta buy you, like, a proverb book or something. This mix'n'match shit's gotta go.
Doc: What?
Connor: A penny saved is worth two in the bush, isn't it?
Murphy: And don't cross the road if you can't get out of the kitchen.
Rocco: Doc, I gotta buy you, like, a proverb book or something. This mix'n'match shit's gotta go.
Doc: What?
Connor: A penny saved is worth two in the bush, isn't it?
Murphy: And don't cross the road if you can't get out of the kitchen.
Harry Dresden: Someone is out there. Someone who has been manipulating the events. Playing puppet master, stirring the pot, stacking the deck—
Thomas Raith: Mixing metaphors?
Harry Dresden: Fuck off.
Thomas Raith: Mixing metaphors?
Harry Dresden: Fuck off.
Peter: Well, they say throwing salt on the wound is the quickest way to heal.
Neal: I don't think they say that.
Peter: You sure?
Neal: Yeah, they say something about time.
Neal: I don't think they say that.
Peter: You sure?
Neal: Yeah, they say something about time.
