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Long Day’s Journey into Night Act III: I’m as drunk as a fiddler’s bitch.at drunk as (a)..., adj.
Long Day’s Journey into Night Act III: I’m as drunk as a fiddler’s bitch. Long Day’s Journey into Night II i: Come on, Kid. Let’s put on the feed bag.at put on the feed bag (v.) under feed bag, n.
Long Day’s Journey into Night II ii: Everything is in the bag! It’s all a frame-up! We’re all fall guys and suckers.at in the bag under bag, n.1
Long Day’s Journey into Night Act III: Then she got good and sore. [...] Gave me a grand bawling out.at bawling out, n.
Long Day’s Journey into Night II ii: Your Irish bog-trotter idea that consumption is fatal.at bogtrotter (n.) under bog, n.3
Long Day’s Journey into Night Act III: Lately Vi’s gone on drunks and been too boiled to play.at boiled, adj.
Long Day’s Journey into Night Act I: Harke came in person to rebuke Shaughnessy. (He chuckles.) A very bonehead play!at bonehead play (n.) under bonehead, n.1
Long Day’s Journey into Night Act III: Mamie Burns thought I’d gone bughouse.at go bughouse (v.) under bughouse, adj.1
Long Day’s Journey into Night Act I: And who do you think I met there, with a beautiful bun on, but Shaughnessy.at bun, n.2
Long Day’s Journey into Night Act III: I’m dog tired.at dog-tired (adj.) under dog, adv.
Long Day’s Journey into Night Act I: If it takes my snoring to make you remember Shakespeare instead of the dope sheet on the ponies, I hope you’ll keep on with it.at dope book (n.) under dope, n.3
Long Day’s Journey into Night II i: A drop now and then is no harm when you’re in low spirits.at drop, n.4
Long Day’s Journey into Night Act III: Lately Vi’s gone on drunks and been too boiled to play.at drunk, n.
Long Day’s Journey into Night II ii: That flannel-mouth, gold-brick merchant.at flannel-mouthed, adj.
Long Day’s Journey into Night II ii: He may not be a fancy millionaire’s flunky but he’s honest!at flunky, n.2
Long Day’s Journey into Night II ii: Let that flannel mouth, gold-brick merchant sting you with another piece of bum property!at goldbrick, n.
Long Day’s Journey into Night Act III: Imagine me sunk to the fat girl in a hick town hooker shop! Me!at hooker, n.3
Long Day’s Journey into Night Act I: You’re a healthy hulk like me.at hulk, n.
Long Day’s Journey into Night Act III: Caught her in the act with a hypo.at hypo, n.2
Long Day’s Journey into Night Act III: I’ll give him a clout that’ll knock him into next week.at knock into the middle of next week (v.) under knock into, v.
Long Day’s Journey into Night Act I: He’s a wily Shanty Mick, that one.at shanty Irish, n.
Long Day’s Journey into Night Act I: You’re a fine lunkhead!at lunkhead, n.
Long Day’s Journey into Night II ii: By God, look at the time! I’ll have to shake a leg.at shake a leg (v.) under shake, v.
Long Day’s Journey into Night Act III: That shut him up quick.at shut up, v.
Long Day’s Journey into Night Act III: A dumb barmaid, who thought he was a poor crazy souse.at souse, n.
Long Day’s Journey into Night Act I: Now don’t start in on poor Jamie.at start on (v.) under start, v.
Long Day’s Journey into Night Act III: You’re stinking now. That will knock you stiff.at knock stiff (v.) under stiff, adj.
Long Day’s Journey into Night Act I: Oh, Mama, forget it! [...] Jamie and I would be bored stiff.at bore stiff (v.) under stiff, adj.
Long Day’s Journey into Night Act III: But to think [...] you can show yourself up before the whole town as such a stinking old tightwad!at stinking, adj.1
Long Day’s Journey into Night II ii: I wouldn’t believe him if he swore on a stack of Bibles.at swear on a stack of Bibles (a mile high) (v.) under swear, v.
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