I walk like a duck: very straight up and down. Or like a penguin. It's a dead giveaway that I'm a dancer.

Don't quack like a duck, soar like an eagle.

I look like a duck. It's the way my mouth curls up, or my nose tilts up. I should have played Howard the Duck.

I'm not straight up and down. I have curves.

I barged through the palace, dripping a trail of blood behind me as I held the dead bird by the neck.

When Donald Duck traded his wings for arms, was he trading up or trading down?