Ye look as bauld as a blackfaced wedder.
Ye look as if butter wadna melt in your mou', but cheese will no choke ye.
"I am beginning to think ye are but a queer ane—ye look as if butter wadna melt in your mouth, but I sall warrant cheese no choke ye.—But I'll thank ye to gang your ways into the parlour, for I'm no like to get muckle mair out o' ye."—St Ronan's Well.
Ye look as if ye had eaten your bedstrae.
"Ye look like a rinner," quo' the deil to the lobster.
"Spoken to those who are very unlikely to do what they pretend to."—Kelly.
Ye look like Let-me-be.
That is, very quiet and inoffensive.
Ye look liker a deil than a bishop.