I don’t like being the one to let the cat out of the bag but I am your big sister and I watch out for you. A little bird told me how you’ve been seen with that awful man again.
I hate to be a fly in the ointment but I did tell you he was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Like a moth to the flame, you went ahead and got involved with him anyhow. You thought he was the bees knees even when I told you that you that a leopard can’t change its spots.
Stop that grinning like a Cheshire cat. Don’t you realize what a kettle of fish this is? You really opened a can of worms this time.
Didn’t Mom ever tell you about the birds and the bees? Now it’s too late. The poor baby. I feel sorry for it and it’s not even born yet.
Don’t you have anything to say for your actions? You should get off your high horse. You think you’re the cat’s whiskers just because you’re the youngest daughter. Mom and Dad always spoiled you. The truth is that you’re no better than the rest of us.
Oh, stop it with the crocodile tears. I don’t believe them for a moment.
Has the cat got your tongue? Oh well, there’s no use flogging a dead horse. I give up. I don’t give a hoot. Birds of a feather flock together. You’re as bad as he is. You always were the black sheep of the family.