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Salesman 195: Listen, about what I said earlier, don’t be shittin’ bricks. I’ve done this before.at shit a brick, v.
Salesman 195: Listen, about what I said earlier, don’t be shittin’ bricks. I’ve done this before. Salesman 88: I used to knock about with her a bit years ago.at knock about, v.1
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Salesman 43: The guy opened and closed his beak a few times.at beak, n.2
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
Salesman 342: Who the blazes is Marge?at how the blazes! (excl.) under blazes, n.
Salesman 367: And this one year we’re up in the boneyard and the mother is saying the prayers.at boneyard, n.
Salesman 241: Very careless lad, the Pony. Shite for brains, Homer.at shit for brains, phr.
Salesman 276: Together again, Homer. Like the cheeks of me arse.at cheeks, n.1
Salesman 44: ‘Fierce, the old coffin nails,’ he said, taking a light from Seánie.at coffin nail, n.2
Salesman 327: Someone in the flats is after tellin’ her there’s a contract out on me.at contract, n.
Salesman 329: Shower of useless cowboys, shagged off without finishin’ the job.at cowboy, n.
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
Salesman 93: We fuckinwell decked him [...] We danced him into the cobblestones, that’s what we did.at deck, v.2
Salesman 104: Watch whoever is gettin’ the dig. Sometimes give a dig themselves.at dig, n.1
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.
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
Salesman 292: ‘Have you a match?’ I said. ‘Your face and me arse, Homer.’.at your face and my ass! (excl.) under face, n.
Salesman 36: All the girls in school fancy the knickers off Paul. But I prefer George, he looks more sad.at fancy, v.
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.
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
Salesman 44: Fierce, the old coffin nails [...] The wife’s never done at me about jackin’ them in.at fierce, adj.
Salesman 279: What’ll they invent next? Somethin’ like that, I really would say that’s fierce handy, is it?at fierce, adv.
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.
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.
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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