1971 J. McNeil Chocolate Frog 48: An’ you call yourself a crim...pigs! The right name is egg-and-spoon, ain’t it, Shirk? Yer a terry-toon, a blue-moon...anythin’ that rhymes with weak-bludger-hoon!at egg and spoon, n.
1971 J. McNeil Chocolate Frog 31: You’ll find it in the Old Testament that a dog was what was called a sodomite — an arse bandit.at arse bandit, n.
1971 J. McNeil Chocolate Frog 48: An’ you call yourself a crim...pigs! The right name is egg-and-spoon, ain’t it, Shirk? Yer a terry-toon, a blue-moon...anythin’ that rhymes with weak-bludger-hoon!at blue moon, n.
1971 J. McNeil Chocolate Frog (1973) 40: Shirker: Remember? Tosser: (wryly) Whadder you think? Course I do [...] all of it. Shirker: (doubtfully) I reckon yer falsin’, china.at false, v.
1971 J. McNeil Chocolate Frog (1973) 17: Shirker: Hey? Oh, yeah [...] a grouse’d go well, all right. Tosser: Like, a tailor-made, I mean [...] Shirker: Yeah. I know what yer mean. A grouse’d go all right.at grouse, n.3
1971 J. McNeil Chocolate Frog 48: An’ you call yourself a crim...pigs! The right name is egg-and-spoon, ain’t it, Shirk? Yer a terry-toon, a blue-moon...anythin’ that rhymes with weak-bludger-hoon!at terry toon, n.
1971 J. McNeil Chocolate Frog (1973) 50: ‘Ahh, don’t tell me! Aww, Christ, no! ‘What’se matter? You gone yarra, or somethin’?’.at yarra, adj.
1973 J. McNeil Chocolate Frog 25: I mean you bein’ pinched for street-fightin’ [...] yer must be a real litle ball-tearer.at ball-tearer (n.) under balls, n.
1973 J. McNeil Chocolate Frog 104: Bulla: ‘All I do know about you, is that yer an old chat: a drunken old deadbeat bum that tells war stories’.at chat, n.4
1973 J. McNeil Chocolate Frog 32: ‘[I]t ain’t just any sort of maggot who gets to be a dog ... only those that lag other people ... who cooperate with bastards in uniform ... see?’.at dog, n.2
1973 J. McNeil Chocolate Frog 36: Shirker Our mate ’ere seems ter like people [...] Tosser Like ’em! I reckon he does! He’d kiss a Jap on Anzac Day [...] red ’ot poof, fer mine.at you wouldn’t give it to a Jap on ANZAC Day under Jap, n.
1974 J. McNeil How Does Your Garden Grow Act III: I’ll shove it where yer boyfriend’ll find it.at shove it up your arse!, excl.
1974 J. McNeil How Does Your Garden Grow Act IV: sweeper: What would you say if I showed you a bottle of after-shave that looked like a fair dinkum hand grenade? [...] mick: Like, Boom!sweeper: Exactly like a real bunger.at bunger, n.1
1974 J. McNeil How Does Your Garden Grow Act III: senior: And sleep in your pyjamas! [...] Or I’ll put you on the mat, Jenkins! sam: Yessir! On the mat, sir.at on the carpet under carpet, n.1
1974 J. McNeil How Does Your Garden Grow Act III: sam: (raising two fingers, crossed) Crim’s honour, sir.at crim, n.
1974 J. McNeil How Does Your Garden Grow Act III: senior: Have a wash! [...] Have it twice! sam: Yessir! A double dobie, sir!at dhobi, n.
1974 J. McNeil How Does Your Garden Grow Act III: Swamper leaned out from the bottom bunk at Wocko and said . . . he said, ‘Ah, you’re over the bloody fence!’.at over the fence under fence, n.1
1974 J. McNeil How Does Your Garden Grow Act III: That’s what I was busy not thinking about when you started with yer scratching and Juicy-Fruiting.at juicy fruit, n.2
1974 J. McNeil How Does Your Garden Grow Act III: Ahh! You’re not the full deener.at full quid, the (n.) under full, adj.
1974 J. McNeil How Does Your Garden Grow Act III: If yer gonna dream, well yer might as well order the grouse, hey?at grouse, the, n.
1974 J. McNeil How Does Your Garden Grow Act III: sam: How do I look? mick: Shithouse. Yer a grub.at grub, n.1
1974 J. McNeil How Does Your Garden Grow Act I: I wonder who’s looking in her eyes [...] Listening to her half-pied lies.at half-pie, adj.