To Be Southern, Or Not to Be

I didn't just roll into town on a head of lettuce.

1 point

He speaks an infinite deal of nothing.

Trying to put a girdle round about the earth in forty minutes.

I know a hawk from a handsaw.

Clear selection

She can't write her way out of a wet paper bag.

1 point

This is a very false gallop of verses; why do you infect yourselves with them?

That which we call a rose, by any other word would smell as sweet.

I am a kind of burr; I shall stick.

Clear selection

You can call me anything, just don't call me late for supper.

1 point

My heart is turned to stone; I strike it, and it hurts my hand.

That which we call a rose, by any other word would smell as sweet.

Hot blood begets hot thoughts.

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He's got a champagne appetite, and a beer budget.

1 point

Whose large style agrees not with the leanness of his purse.

Trying to put a girdle round about the earth in forty minutes.

Hot blood begets hot thoughts.

Clear selection

I'm as stubborn as a mule.

1 point

I am a kind of burr; I shall stick.

He speaks an infinite deal of nothing.

Hot blood begets hot thoughts.

Clear selection

He could talk the hind leg off of a mule.

1 point

This is a very false gallop of verses; why do you infect yourselves with them?

He speaks an infinite deal of nothing.

Hot blood begets hot thoughts.

Clear selection

She's running around like a chicken with her head cut off.

1 point

I am a kind of burr; I shall stick.

Trying to put a girdle round about the earth in forty minutes.

Anger is like full-hot horse, who being allow'd his way, self-mettle tires him.

Clear selection

He was as jumpy as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.

1 point

I know a hawk from a handsaw.

This is a very false gallop of verses; why do you infect yourselves with them?

Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; the thief doth fear each bush an officer.

Clear selection

I'm so mad I could spit!

1 point

My heart is turned to stone; I strike it, and it hurts my hand.

That which we call a rose, by any other word would smell as sweet.

He speaks an infinite deal of nothing.

Clear selection

It's hotter than the hinges of hell.

1 point

Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; the thief doth fear each bush an officer.

Hot blood begets hot thoughts.

Anger is like full-hot horse, who being allow'd his way, self-mettle tires him.

Clear selection

Mad as a wet hen.

1 point

Whose large style agrees not with the leanness of his purse.

Trying to put a girdle round about the earth in forty minutes.

Anger is like full-hot horse, who being allow'd his way, self-mettle tires him.

Clear selection

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