line up against

in one's mind's eye

rat race

eat A alive

read up

be jammed with

paint A black

pile into

in the pink

drag in

recharge one's batteries

a nail in one's coffin

on watch

beat all

serve out

red herring

red tape

lay down one's arms

from the bottom up

rat race

have a knack for

win the day

come up smelling like a rose

ring the bell

ring true

come around to

against the clock

few and far between

in the frame

turn thumbs up

early in the day

rip off

all walks of life

rise to the occasion

with a run

coop up

old hat

rock the boat

thick as pea soup

at arm's length