seems to be exceeding the quota one or two.

One martini is alright, two is too many, three is not enough.

And out of one of them came forth a little horn, which waxed exceeding great, toward the south, and toward the east, and toward the pleasant land.

If it continues, he's toast.

I am not a cat man, but a dog man, and all felines can tell this at a glance - a sharp, vindictive glance.

Let us not look back in anger or forward in fear, but around in awareness