One yanks for the roots, the other roots for the Yanks.
I'd rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy.
In one you don't want to jerk the hook, but in the other you don't want to hook the jerk.
At tooth hurty.
A Drill Sergeant
Eric Clapton would absolutely NEVER let an ounce of cociane fall 49 stories out a window onto the streets of New York.
She fell for the Big Apple!
You can't get to the root of the problem.
They both like to root around in your cellar