As an old Tellurian saying hath it, 'you're altogether too big for your britches.'
"You're too smart for your own britches, egghead," Crowley snarled.
Should thee like to clap thysen into britches as cowd as a tub o' water?
Ledyard at Ben's elbow was muttering something about his britches.
They hadn't been wed long, when he axed her to mend his britches.
They didn' know nothin bout no britches till they was great big, jus' wen' roun' in dey shirttails.
When dey sont me to town I put on britches an' stuffed de tail o' my slip in 'em so's it pass' for a shirt.
I try treat people nice, 'n'en they go th'ow my britches down cistern!
My britches were copperus colored and I had on a home wove shirt with a pleated bosom.
Az a gineral thing, when a woman wares the britches she haz a good rite tew them.
