(JAZZ BASS. DON'T RUSH)
SS: Food's bad for you.
Heard it through the grapevine
From a big cheese
In a nutshell: food's bad
TK: That's a bunch of baloney.
What a half-baked idea.
Food is the greatest thing since sliced bread.
SS: Not my cup of tea.
Food just doesn't cut the mustard anymore.
I have bigger fish to fry.
TR: What's up?
TK: Just chewing the fat.
She says food's bad for you.
TR: That's just sour grapes.
I've been on the gravy train for years.
My favorite food is forbidden fruit.
TK: Boy, you've got egg on your face.
SS: Well, rub salt in the wound, would you.
TK: Food is the icing on the cake.
Why upset the apple cart? Drives me bananas
SS: Well, that's the way the cookie crumbles.
No use crying over spilt milk
TR: Who? Me? I'm cool as a cucumber.
SS: All I can say is, don't put all your eggs in one basket.
TR: You used to be salt of the earth, and now you're nuts.
SS: What's your beef? We're just kidding.
TK: Yeah, well, the yolk's on you. I'm out of here.
TR: Talk about sour grapes.
The world is my oyster, kid.
SS: Don't worry. You'll get your just desserts.
You can't have your cake and eat it too.
TR: Can, too. It's like taking candy from a baby.