Ye tak a bite out o' your ain buttock.
Ye tak but a foal's share o' the harrow.
Ye tak the first word o' flyting.
"'Wheelie, I'll be as plain as I'm pleasant—mind you're no to expect me to dance with you.' 'It's verra weel o' you, Miss Mary,' replied Andrew pawkily, 'to tak the first word o' flyting; but ye should first ken whether ye're come up to my mark or no.'"—Sir Andrew Wylie.
Ye tak mair in your gab than your cheeks can haud.
Ye wad be a gude Borrowstone sow—ye smell weel.
"Spoken when people pretend to find the smell of something that we would conceal."—Kelly.
Ye wad be a gude piper's bitch—ye smell out the weddings.
Ye wad clatter a cat to death.
"'Clatter,' to prattle, to act as a tell-tale."—Jamieson.