Hey! It's not whether you win or lose it's how you place the blame.
Oh, come on, arbiter! What are you, besotted with ale? That ball was so foul Mrs. Lovett should make a meat pie out of it!
If your boobs didn't hang so low, you could probably swing better. Says the woman whose bra size is higher than her IQ. Coming soon: "Catty Shack"
OK, gents, the winner of this race gets the right to plunder Wall Street! It's all fun & games at the robber-baron jamboree