Good looks crook our necks, but smiles wreck us. 

To cook and hook, just book the look. 

We trip on looks and stumble into marriage. 

A noble mein, a painted scene.

It takes a crook to get the look.

The surface rules the street, but depth rules the heart.

Consult the book to get the look. 

Looks may deceive, but under examination they confess. 

Look twice; it took the knife. 

Demeanor is a picture window; bearing is the wall it’s mounted in. 

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