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Day I Died 85: A regular restaurant [...] not high class, but no one-arm dump.at one-arm, adj.
Day I Died 85: A regular restaurant [...] not high class, but no one-arm dump. Day I Died 184: ‘Luke work for Masterson?’ he roared [...] ‘That’s a real bellylaugh, Coyle, a real yak.’.at belly laugh (n.) under belly, n.
Day I Died 115: You don’t want to blow your top.at blow one’s top, v.
Day I Died 132: Jesus, what a brain.at brain, n.1
Day I Died 146: ‘I think,’ said Sue, ‘that I’m being given the brush.’.at brush-off, n.
Day I Died 130: ‘A big bundle of cabbage, Coyle,’ he said. ‘From what I see of Miami, this is chicken feed,’ Coyle said.at bundle, n.1
Day I Died 180: Either you talk or we take you for a ride, Buster.at buster, n.3
Day I Died 130: That’s a lot of cabbage, Coyle. A lot of loot.at cabbage, n.2
Day I Died 130: ‘A big bundle of cabbage, Coyle,’ he said. ‘From what I see of Miami, this is chicken feed,’ Coyle said.at chickenfeed, n.
Day I Died 116: Now be a good kid and clam up, will you. I need some shut-eye.at clam (up), v.
Day I Died 205: I’ve always been a city man, a cliff-dweller type.at cliff-dweller, n.
Day I Died 116: Miami Beach now — it’s a big dump. You and me don’t have to crap in the same can, do we now?at crap in the same can (v.) under crap, v.2
Day I Died 214: My place is just up the road [...] Like you to see the dump.at dump, n.3
Day I Died 158: Who’s the louse in the deal, is what I mean.at louse, n.
Day I Died 115: ‘This here Dick Tracy,’ he said. ‘A panic, isn’t he?’.at panic, n.
Day I Died 139: We had a bunch of smalltime robberies last week, mostly prowlers.at prowler, n.
Day I Died 12: Tom and I go into the army together, two of Uncle Sammy’s battlers.at Uncle Sam, n.1
Day I Died 182: ‘You’re an expert leech.’ ‘A what?’ ‘A tail.’.at tail, n.
Day I Died 184: ‘Luke work for Masterson?’ he roared [...] ‘That’s a real bellylaugh, Coyle, a real yak.’.at yack, n.2
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