Get Kevyn in here. I need some options, and between you and me we don't have enough brains.
Between you and me we've barely got half a brain.
Granted, that's not my fault, since what I think with isn't technically a brain at all.
. . . aaand what you've got upstairs isn't in the mood for witty repartee, I see.
I'm in the mood for making payroll or killing robots. Help me choose.