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Candy (1970) 100: You get your rubadub, don’t you lady?at rub-a-dub(-dub), n.
Candy (1970) 100: You get your rubadub, don’t you lady? Candy (1970) 153: Gitten’ any? Hee-hee.at any, n.
Candy (1970) 68: ‘I know you must think I’m conservative, not up-to-date; perhaps a — a — ’ ‘ — a senile horse’s ass?’.at horse’s ass, n.
Candy (1970) 49: I could do with a bracer before seeing your father.at bracer, n.1
Candy (1970) 90: The sight of this bald little roly-poly man doing bumps and grinds in his undershirt.at bump and grind (v.) under bump, v.1
Candy (1970) 41: Sometimes I think I can almost come just by looking at something [...] That knife and spoon, for instance. Why, I’ve only to give my clit a tiny flick right now and I’d be sopping!at clit, n.
Candy (1970) 41: Who’s talking about ‘go’? [...] The girls want to come! Am I right, Can?at come, v.1
Candy (1970) 153: You may recall I conked on it, only to come up an hour later with an ass full of needles.at conk (out), v.
Candy (1970) 112: Somehow, from the gamut of emotions which crossed your face, I had the idea the stool had slipped up into your damp.at damp, n.
Candy (1970) 16: Darn Daddy anyway!at darn, v.
Candy (1970) 111: What the deuce is wrong with you?at what the deuce...?, phr.
Candy (1970) 153: Natch I was hip to the lay the moment I dug his joint.at dig, v.3
Candy (1970) 153: I dug the de-frocked ding-dong of his which I’ve no doubt you know only too well!at ding-dong, n.3
Candy (1970) 46: [of heroin] The curtain scene [...] shows Hall leaning against the window, trying to shoot some dope into the vein of his temple.at dope, n.1
Candy (1970) 103: I’m still on Eliot — the darling old fuddy, don’t you love him? [Ibid.] 153: Your fuddy-duddy old daddykins is missing in action.at fuddy-duddy, n.
Candy (1970) 153: Flipped him completely, you dig?at flip, v.4
Candy (1970) 46: Suck! Fuck! Shit! Piss! Cunt! Cock! Crap!at fuck!, excl.
Candy (1970) 84: Greetings, Gates! [...] We’ve come to cheer up our sick little boy!at gate, n.
Candy (1970) 86: Schnapps! Steinhagen from the Tyrol! It’ll juice you to the gills!at to the gills (adv.) under gills, n.1
Candy (1970) 43: I’m always happy to invest in a . . . a really good thing.at good thing, n.
Candy (1970) 153: When it was in the goodie he changed his tune quickly enough.at goodie, n.1
Candy (1970) 153: I had so much of that hot greaser dago cock.at greaser, adj.
Candy (1970) 103: Aren’t they [i.e. paintings] a groove [...] they’re so funny!at groove, n.2
Candy (1970) 85: Who’s that Hebe doctor?at hebe, adj.
Candy (1970) 153: Stripped for action, eh, Doc? Then let ’er rip!at let her rip!, excl.1
Candy (1970) 69: A breath-taking view of her marvellous bare limbs and the milk-white V the panties made, concealing her honeypot from the prying eyes of Dr Dunlap.at honeypot, n.
Candy (1970) 64: horsing on the floor! humping under the bed! grousing in the goodie!at horse, v.
Candy (1970) 121: She began trying to smooth out her skirt, which was wrinkled and still quite wet. ‘Ughh, these things are all icky.’.at icky, adj.
Candy (1970) 153: When it was in the goodie he changed his tune quickly enough.at it, n.1
Candy (1970) 153: He was [...] a bit self-conscious to my way of thinking. Kept wanting to ‘jay-o’ too.at j.o., v.
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