1978 J. Webb Fields of Fire (1980) 220: Make like a mole and get into your hole, Senator.at make like (a)..., v.
1978 J. Webb Fields of Fire (1980) 144: As long as he’s looking good to the Man, he couldn’t give a rat’s ass how many people are bleeding.at not give a rat’s ass, v.
1978 J. Webb Fields of Fire (1980) 21: Why the hell would he be in a movie in the afternoon if he’s worth a shit.at not worth a shit, phr.
1978 J. Webb Fields of Fire (1980) 336: It was the worst shit I ever been through. Nickel and dime. Nickel and dime. They ate us up.at nickel-and-dime, v.
1978 J. Webb Fields of Fire (1980) 295: Sorry I been red-assing you, Senator. I got nothing against you.at red ass, v.
1978 J. Webb Fields of Fire (1980) 27: ‘You in the Marines?’ [...] ‘Nope, not yet.’ [...] ‘Ain’t this kind of ass-backwards?’.at ass-backwards under ass, n.
1978 J. Webb Fields of Fire (1980) 83: Don’t go out there thinking I was giving you a red ass. I wasn’t.at red ass, n.
1978 J. Webb Fields of Fire (1980) 25: Addicts in their twos and threes [...] scratching and sniffing, searching for the bag man.at bagman, n.
1978 J. Webb Fields of Fire (1980) 215: Been bleedin’ Whitey’s war. Killin’ brown folks, ain’ no reason. Been dyin’ fo’ the Beast.at beast, n.
1978 J. Webb Fields of Fire (1980) 28: He mashed his face against the pane in a grotesque gargoyle stare and flipped two birds at them.at flip a/the bird (v.) under bird, n.2
1978 J. Webb Fields of Fire (1980) 216: Bagger, you book on out o’ here, man. I gotta rap with a brother, hear?at book, v.2
1978 J. Webb Fields of Fire (1980) 255: Asshole here comes diddy-bopping in from the hospital.at diddy-bop, v.
1978 J. Webb Fields of Fire (1980) 125: They know the bush and they can buckle for your dust.at buckle, v.
1978 J. Webb Fields of Fire (1980) 165: I’m gonna die. Oh, Buddhist Priest. I’m only nineteen.at buddhist priest!, excl.
1978 J. Webb Fields of Fire (1980) 76: Snake shook his head in wonderment when he saw the bugeyes and the tight circle of mouth reappear.at bug-eye, n.
1978 J. Webb Fields of Fire (1980) 73: ‘My squad’s half gone. Think I got seven medevacs.’ [...] ‘Wow, man. What a bust.’.at bust, n.
1978 J. Webb Fields of Fire (1980) 185: Assholes here ain’t got any right to butt in. So butt the hell out!at butt out, v.
1978 J. Webb Fields of Fire (1980) 185: Assholes here ain’t got any right to butt in. So butt the hell out!at butt in, v.
1978 J. Webb Fields of Fire (1980) 114: You’re a case, Senator. They’re going to carry you out of here in a strait-jacket.at case, n.1
1978 J. Webb Fields of Fire (1980) 71: They’re laying chilly out there. Wouldn’t come back with me.at lay chilly (v.) under chilly, adj.
1978 J. Webb Fields of Fire (1980) 212: You better not go, Baggder. He don’t want to see any Chuck dudes.at chuck, adj.
1978 J. Webb Fields of Fire (1980) 129: The Bridge was a skating place [...] tents and cots. Sit-down shitters. Skate City.at -city, sfx
1978 J. Webb Fields of Fire (1980) 140: I don’t want all these magazines and cock books just laying around.at cock book (n.) under cock, adj.2
1978 J. Webb Fields of Fire (1980) 32: It’s the tattoo. Every day he dumps on me for not rating it, but he digs it.at dump on, v.1
1978 J. Webb Fields of Fire (1980) 21: This dude is so far gone he could take a picture of me and still not remember me.at far gone, adj.
1978 J. Webb Fields of Fire (1980) 239: And the next time you’ll want to cop a feel, maybe get a stinky finger. And after that you’ll want a ride.at stink-finger, n.