1965 F. Pollini Glover 184: I’ll show that goddamn Jewboy. I’ll make him admit it, the Jewboy.at Jew boy, n.
1965 F. Pollini Glover 10: You’re not shittin, man, that’s right on the button.at on the button under button, n.1
1965 F. Pollini Glover 178: Some target, man! [...] Hit it. Wahoom. Blokes, goomby, by the million. [Ibid.] 285: Toodooloo, goombye, that’s it then.at goom-bye, phr.
1965 F. Pollini Glover 55: Susie, you are my doozie. Lay here and pet my toozie. Oh ho, you are some coozie.at cooze, n.
1965 F. Pollini Glover 88: She’s having a grand time! Out there cutting the rug with ol redbeard.at cut the rug, v.
1965 F. Pollini Glover 355: ‘Now then, Glover,’ [...] Pause, dead-eying Glover, ‘Did you report it?’.at deadeye, v.
1965 F. Pollini Glover 107: Blokes, Blokes, up the goddamn gazoo and out, man.at up the gazoo under gazoo, n.
1965 F. Pollini Glover 170: Good Gosh, we’ll wind up millionaires yet.at good gosh! (excl.) under gosh!, excl.
1965 F. Pollini Glover 165: ‘I think he’s got the old eye on you —’ She giggled. ‘That little tub!’.at tub, n.2
1965 F. Pollini Glover 13: Ten inches. That enough? [Ibid.] 56: He’s quite a man [...] Twelve inches.at twelve inches (n.) under twelve, adj.