Help, help! I'm being repressed!
I blow my nose at you! I fart in your general direction!
What is the air-speed velocity of an unladen swallow?
If we didn't have crucifixion, this country would be in a
right bloody mess.
This parrot is no more. It has ceased to be. It's expired and gone to meet its maker. This is a late parrot. It's a stiff. Bereft of life, it rests in peace. If you hadn't nailed it to the perch, it would be pushing up the daisies. It's rung down the curtain and joined the choir invisible. This is an ex-parrot.
Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition!