He was white and shaken, like a dry martini.

A medium Vodka dry Martini - with a slice of lemon peel. Shaken and not stirred.

I could see that, if not actually disgruntled, he was far from being gruntled.

Why don't you get out of that wet coat and into a dry martini?

The least thing upset him on the links. He missed short putts because of the uproar of the butterflies in the adjoining meadows.

Why don't you get a haircut? You look like a chrysanthemum.