1979 S. King Dead Zone (1980) 364: Couple of old alky diesel-dykes, that’s what they are.at alky, adj.
1979 S. King Dead Zone (1980) 35: Sarah heard the roustabout who had lost his bet grumble [...] ‘Shitass luck’.at shit-ass, adj.
1979 S. King Dead Zone (1980) 36: There were rumblings in her lower belly [...] Not the backdoor trots, Lord. Please.at back-door trot (n.) under back-door, n.
1979 S. King Dead Zone (1980) 74: I don’t mean bad hats like you, Sonny, drifters like you we know what to do with.at bad hat, n.
1979 S. King Dead Zone (1980) 350: If Tom Hayden can go straight [...] why can’t some bikies join the establishment?at bikie, n.
1979 S. King Dead Zone (1980) 77: There was nothing heavy in his dope stash—two Brown Bombers was the heaviest.at brown bomber, n.1
1979 S. King Dead Zone (1980) 46: He knows if he ever said it I’d rearrange his teeth for him.at break someone’s face, v.
1979 S. King Dead Zone (1980) 177: It’s a gimmick for the blue-rinse brigade who read the weekly tabloids.at brigade, n.
1979 S. King Dead Zone (1980) 6: He hated these ugly farm dogs [...] they told you something about their masters as well. ‘Fucking bunch of clodhoppers,’ he said under his breath.at clodhopper, n.
1979 S. King Dead Zone (1980) 51: A great, mean, blond-haired Southern boy [...] had beaten the crap out of him.at knock the crap out of (v.) under crap, the, phr.
1979 S. King Dead Zone (1980) 90: Jeepers-creepers, he went and fell in the brook.at jeepers creepers!, excl.
1979 S. King Dead Zone (1980) 364: Couple of old alky diesel-dykes, that’s what they are.at diesel-dyke, n.
1979 S. King Dead Zone (1980) 291: We have plenty of crazy politicians around [...] we’ve got Stillson who wants to hot dog his way into the House of Representatives.at hot dog, v.2
1979 S. King Dead Zone (1980) 363: Does that sound like fuck you, Jack, I got mine, to you?at fuck you, Jack(, I’m all right!) (excl.) under fuck you!, excl.
1979 S. King Dead Zone (1980) 36: ‘Shit or git,’ one of the roustabouts said.at shit or get off the pot, phr.
1979 S. King Dead Zone (1980) 229: Fuck you ulcer, I say. Down the hatch.at down the hatch! under hatch, n.2
1979 S. King Dead Zone (1980) 349: The one that made such a pisshead of herself when her ‘precious daughter’ fainted at the lawn party that afternoon.at piss-head, n.
1979 S. King Dead Zone (1980) 108: I hate like hell to admit it, but it’s true.at like hell (adv.) under hell, n.
1979 S. King Dead Zone (1980) 338: That isn’t a thing I’d ever flap my jaw about freely.at flap one’s jaw(s) (v.) under jaw, n.