Talk to the hand, because the face ain’t listening.
As if!
Oh snap!
All that and a bag of chips.
Booyah!
That’s da bomb!
Gag me with a spoon.
Wazzup!
You go, girl!
Dude, where’s my car?
Psych!
I’m all that and a box of crayons.
Whatever!
Foxy brown.
Eat my shorts.
The bomb dot com.
That’s off the hook!
Hasta la vista, baby.
Not!
Cowabunga, dude!
Word!
I’m so fly, I’ll make your mama cry.
Tubular, man!
Just chillin’, like a villain.
Takes one to know one.
Talk is cheap.
Fresh to death.
Quit playin’ games with my heart.
No diggity, no doubt.
I’m 100% on fleek.
What’s the 411?
Stay cool like the Fresh Prince.
Livin’ la vida loca.
I want my MTV!
All that jazz.
No pain, no gain.
Fly like a butterfly, sting like a bee.
You’re the bomb dot com.
I’m lovin’ it.
Keepin’ it real since ’99.
I can’t even.
As cool as the Fonz.
Ain’t nobody got time for that.
Party like it’s 1999.
I’m so money, baby.
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