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Homicide (1993) 280: He looked pretty bad in the ambo.at ambo, n.
Homicide (1993) 280: He looked pretty bad in the ambo. Homicide (1993) 224: A dozen or more .38-caliber rounds, most of them ass-backwards wadcutters.at ass-backwards under ass, n.
Homicide (1993) 559: Boy finally gets sick of playing grabass.at play grab-ass (v.) under grab-ass, n.
Homicide (1993) 323: I saw an ad for one of these bad boys [i.e. a gun].at bad boy, n.
Homicide (1993) 140: ‘Oh, Gene,’ said the nurse, ‘life’s a bear.’.at bear, n.
Homicide (1993) 420: The billies swarmed into the red brick [...] rowhouses.at billy, n.5
Homicide (1993) 451: In their haste [...] they had blown off the earlier searches.at blow off, v.1
Homicide (1993) 421: He takes in the swirl of bluetops surrounding his crime scene.at bluetop (n.) under blue, adj.1
Homicide (1993) 570: ‘Snot Boogie?’ [...] ‘Yeah [...] that’s what his friends called him.’.at boogie, n.1
Homicide (1993) 250: The man will blow his box, failing the polygraph.at box, n.1
Homicide (1993) 562: We gotta try and find a yo boy named Moriarty.at yo-boy, n.
Homicide (1993) 239: He let some other brain-dead talk him into killing a woman.at braindead, n.
Homicide (1993) 251: C’mon, bunk, let’s go have a couple.at bunk, n.4
Homicide (1993) 216: Your bunky’s going home tonight because he gave a statement making you the triggerman.at bunkie, n.
Homicide (1993) 331: If the idea of burning Worden ever took solid form, they would have to go to war with the captain.at burn, v.
Homicide (1993) 283: He was selling burn bags [...] He was selling people shit.at burn-bag (n.) under burn, v.
Homicide (1993) 243: Red balls have the potential to become David O. Selznick production, four-star departmental clusterfucks.at clusterfuck, n.
Homicide (1993) 326: ‘Will you take it?’ they asked again [...] Okay, Worden told them, I’ll eat it.at eat it, v.
Homicide (1993) 289: The boy can’t even manage a decent eyefuck.at eyefuck, n.
Homicide (1993) 260: Any other detective would get eyefucked and maybe cursed.at eyefuck, v.
Homicide (1993) 279: Where the fuck did you fire up? I don’t have all fucking day to look at your fucking arms.at fire up, v.
Homicide (1993) 543: Showing off his flash money and telling everyone about how good is drug connections were.at flash roll (n.) under flash, adj.
Homicide (1993) 217: You flunked [...] You’re lying.at flunk, v.
Homicide (1993) 227: ‘You want to have a go at him alone?’ [...] ‘Nah,’ says Garvey, ‘we’ll gang-bang him.’.at gangbang, v.
Homicide (1993) 398: I’m going to bust a gut hearing about how every time she goes down on a guy, he gets shot.at bust a gut (v.) under gut, n.
Homicide (1993) 463: You little Irish potatohead.at potato-head, n.
Homicide (1993) 262: Is the guy in the photo the same one out hustling in the bars.at hustle, v.
Homicide (1993) 260: The Meat rack [...] where hustlers sold themselves outside the gay pickup bars.at hustler, n.
Homicide (1993) 487: You jack him up, find the dope or the gun.at jack up, v.4
Homicide (1993) 613: They invited the Jamaican in [...] No one saw the Jake go into the kitchen.at jake, n.1
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