It's a baby, not a stash of heroin.
He was Haydn!
Rock is playing three chords for a thousand people. Jazz is playing a thousand chords for three people.
At some point in its life, a baby will grow up and stop crying.
Threw his baby out the window.
One's an object that's easily abused, the other's a drug.
When you are the villain
I haven't seem any all year! (It's 12:00 NZST)
In a snowbank.