Customs officer: Do you have anything to declare?
Oscar Wilde: Only my cliche!
Could this be any more cliched?
I can’t believe I cliched the whole thing.
Where’s the cliche?
Gimme a cliche… Cliche Lite!
When the going gets tough, the tough get cliched.
Better to have cliched and lost, than never to have cliched at all.
We hold these cliches to be self-evident…
Four score and seven cliches ago…
I suppose it depends on what “cliche” means.
There is an Axis of Cliches.
All your cliche are belong to us.
- Hi, Cliche!
Cliches on a treadmill.
Search your cliche, Luke. You know it to be trite.