Green as the hills, sharp as a razor.

I'd turn into the pruniest prune who ever pruned if I ever spent any time here because I would never ever get out of the tub!

There are times when modest accommodations are irrelevant.

Get out, get out quick! The fire, it's right behind your house! I mean... cliff. What? No, I was totally kidding I swear.

Are you sure that's not a blood gutter from the murder cellar?