1960 H. Pinter Caretaker Act II: I’d hear the bell, I’d go down there, open the door, who might be there, any Harry might be there.at Tom, Dick and Harry, n.
1960 H. Pinter Caretaker Act II: But he won’t buckle down to the job.at buckle down (v.) under buckle, v.
1960 H. Pinter Caretaker Act I: That was after the guvnor give me the bullet.at give someone the bullet (v.) under bullet, n.1
1960 H. Pinter Caretaker Act III: All this junk here, it’s no good to anyone. It’s just a lot of old iron, that’s all. Clobber.at clobber, n.
1960 H. Pinter Caretaker Act III: Don’t come nothing with me, mate [...] Don’t come it with me.at come, v.3
1960 H. Pinter Caretaker Act I: They’re no good but at least they’re comfortable. Not much cop, but I mean they don’t hurt.at no cop under cop, n.2
1960 H. Pinter Caretaker Act III: They’d take one look at all this junk I got to sleep with they’d know you were a creamer [...] Nobody knows what you’re at.at creamer, n.
1960 H. Pinter Caretaker Act III: You’re up the creek! You’re half off!at up the creek (without a paddle) under creek, n.
1960 H. Pinter Caretaker Act II: I can run you to the police station in five minutes, have you in for [...] daylight robbery, filching, thieving and stinking the place out.at filch, v.1
1960 H. Pinter Caretaker Act III: I’m staying on here as caretaker! Get it! Your brother, he’s told me, see.at get it?, phr.
1960 H. Pinter Caretaker Act II: How do you think the place is looking? I gave it a good going over.at going-over, n.
1960 H. Pinter Caretaker Act III: And to put the old tin lid on it, you stink from arse-hole to breakfast time.at put the tin hat on (v.) under tin hat, n.1
1960 H. Pinter Caretaker Act I: I had a tin, only ... only a while ago. But it was knocked off.at knocked off, adj.1
1960 H. Pinter Caretaker Act III: Well now, that puts the lid on it, don’t it?at that’s put the lid on it under lid, n.
1960 H. Pinter Caretaker Act I: Comes up to me, parks a bucket of rubbish at me tells me to take it out the back.at park, v.
1960 H. Pinter Caretaker Act II: Now don’t get perky, son, don’t get perky. Keep your hands off my old mum.at perky, adj.
1960 H. Pinter Caretaker Act I: Oh well ... now, mister, if you want the truth ... I’m a bit short.at short, adj.1
1960 H. Pinter Caretaker Act I: I got this mate in Shepherd’s Bush [...] Always slipped me a bit of soap, any time I went in there.at slip, v.2
1960 H. Pinter Caretaker Act II: Dead spit of you he was. Bit bigger round the nose but there was nothing in it.at spit, n.2