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[Ire] J. O’Connor Salesman 195: Listen, about what I said earlier, don’t be shittin’ bricks. I’ve done this before.
at shit a brick, v.
[Ire] J. O’Connor Salesman 88: I used to knock about with her a bit years ago.
at knock about, v.1
[Ire] J. O’Connor Salesman 337: The little pup was casually strolling down the main street of Dalkey now, bold as brass, and wearing my overcoat!
at bold as brass (adj.) under bold as..., adj.
[Ire] J. O’Connor Salesman 242: Bit like yerself that way. Thick as a bucket of shite. [Ibid.] 299: Big stupid-lookin’ black and white thing, he was [...] Thick as a brick.
at thick as..., adj.
[Ire] J. O’Connor Salesman 99: ‘You look rough,’ I told him. ‘I feel rough as a bear’s arse,’ he laughed. ‘Was out on the pull last night.’.
at ...a badger’s arse under rough as..., adj.
[Ire] J. O’Connor Salesman 290: Straight out of the freezer, it’s cold as a well-digger’s arse, that is, Homer.
at ...a grave-digger’s arse under cold as..., adj.
[Ire] J. O’Connor Salesman 194: If things go arseways and if I have to use this [...] then you’ll have to buy it off me.
at assways (adj.) under ass, n.
[Ire] J. O’Connor Salesman 43: The guy opened and closed his beak a few times.
at beak, n.2
[Ire] J. O’Connor Salesman 304: A photograph of a gorgeous young black woman, sashaying along a tropical beach in a brief red bikini. ‘Isn’t she a beaut, Homer?’.
at beaut, n.1
[Ire] J. O’Connor Salesman 342: Who the blazes is Marge?
at how the blazes! (excl.) under blazes, n.
[Ire] J. O’Connor Salesman 367: And this one year we’re up in the boneyard and the mother is saying the prayers.
at boneyard, n.
[Ire] J. O’Connor Salesman 241: Very careless lad, the Pony. Shite for brains, Homer.
at shit for brains, phr.
[Ire] J. O’Connor Salesman 276: Together again, Homer. Like the cheeks of me arse.
at cheeks, n.1
[Ire] J. O’Connor Salesman 44: ‘Fierce, the old coffin nails,’ he said, taking a light from Seánie.
at coffin nail, n.2
[Ire] J. O’Connor Salesman 327: Someone in the flats is after tellin’ her there’s a contract out on me.
at contract, n.
[Ire] J. O’Connor Salesman 329: Shower of useless cowboys, shagged off without finishin’ the job.
at cowboy, n.
[Ire] J. O’Connor Salesman 146: Nap would come trundling into the lane, peer out of his van [...] and call, ‘How’s she cuttin’ Larry, I’ve no news yet on yer friend’.
at how’s she cutting? under cut, v.2
[Ire] J. O’Connor Salesman 93: We fuckinwell decked him [...] We danced him into the cobblestones, that’s what we did.
at deck, v.2
[Ire] J. O’Connor Salesman 104: Watch whoever is gettin’ the dig. Sometimes give a dig themselves.
at dig, n.1
[Ire] J. O’Connor Salesman 347: I need money [...] I thought y’might like to give me a dig-out. A bit of a loan.
at dig-out, n.
[Ire] J. O’Connor Salesman 26: Is it a dollar a week? Are you jokin’ me, man? [...] (A dollar was Seánie’s word for five shillings).
at dollar, n.1
[Ire] J. O’Connor Salesman 292: ‘Have you a match?’ I said. ‘Your face and me arse, Homer.’.
at your face and my ass! (excl.) under face, n.
[Ire] J. O’Connor Salesman 36: All the girls in school fancy the knickers off Paul. But I prefer George, he looks more sad.
at fancy, v.
[Ire] J. O’Connor Salesman 249: Fed up to the back teeth reading articles about how the Great sodding Famine still important in Irish psyche.
at fed up, adj.
[Ire] J. O’Connor Salesman 92: I never gave a flying fiddler’s mickey about maths either.
at not give a fiddler’s fuck (v.) under fiddler, n.3
[Ire] J. O’Connor Salesman 44: Fierce, the old coffin nails [...] The wife’s never done at me about jackin’ them in.
at fierce, adj.
[Ire] J. O’Connor Salesman 279: What’ll they invent next? Somethin’ like that, I really would say that’s fierce handy, is it?
at fierce, adv.
[Ire] J. O’Connor Salesman 193: I’ll know him when you point him out to me, sweat. That’s how I work. You put the finger on him.
at put the finger on (v.) under finger, n.
[Ire] J. O’Connor Salesman 323: ‘I think you’re after mixin’ me up with someone else here.’ ‘With who?’ ‘With someone who gives a flying fuck about you. That’s who.’.
at flying fuck, n.
[Ire] J. O’Connor Salesman 334: It’s little enough chance I get to be buyin’ women’s clothes. Though I suppose the girls down in Dunnes’ll think I’m a bit funny now.
at funny, adj.3
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