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Fighting Blood 83: The way business has fell off that he’s about ready to sell the joint for a plugged nickel.at not worth a plugged nickel, phr.
Fighting Blood 83: The way business has fell off that he’s about ready to sell the joint for a plugged nickel. Fighting Blood 64: I’m gonna slap you for a Chinese ash can and send you back to that slab in Jersey on a shutter!at -a, sfx
Fighting Blood 212: Don’t get any idea in your head that I had any plans to quit trying or ease up on the pace I’d set myself because I had millionaire for an ace in the hole.at ace in the hole (n.) under ace, n.
Fighting Blood 46: If Drew City was really so all-fired proud of me, why didn’t they give me a chance to make suthin’ out of myself.at all-fired, adv.
Fighting Blood 122: I got to try my luck at something, unless I want to wind up as a pork-and-bean pug.at pork-and-beans, adj.
Fighting Blood 25: I rip it to shreds, and that kind of eases my feelings a little, anyways!at anyways!, excl.
Fighting Blood 23: She insists on me taking a swallow of cod liver oil [...] and it makes me as sick as a dog.at …a dog (adj.) under sick as…, adj.
Fighting Blood 64: I’m gonna slap you for a Chinese ash can and send you back to that slab in Jersey on a shutter!at ashcan, n.
Fighting Blood 42: ‘Attaboy!’ says Spence, slapping the counter.at attaboy!, excl.
Fighting Blood 209: They was having a wild party [...] with bootleg flowing like Niagara Falls, when along comes the revenue babies.at baby, n.
Fighting Blood 51: Them shameless young baggages from the school, with their short skirts and boys’ haircuts.at baggage, n.
Fighting Blood 296: Shut up, you ingrateful [sic] banana!at banana, n.
Fighting Blood 214: ‘What do you think of Knight Errant in the Brooklyn Handicap?’ I ask him [...] ‘Hey, listen,’ says Nate. ‘Lay off the bang-tails, kid.’.at bangtail, n.2
Fighting Blood 101: You’re the bee’s knees, for a fact! [Ibid.] 111: If I ain’t the turkey’s elbow when I’m inside this bathrobe, then there’s only two Frenchmen in Paris the year round!at bee’s knees, n.
Fighting Blood 235: Spence thinks my scheme is the gnat’s elbow.at bee’s knees, n.
Fighting Blood 247: Nate says it’s all fun and shuts me up, telling the press agent we’ll be there with bells on.at with bells on under bell, n.1
Fighting Blood 8: You can tell a big league head soda jerk by the way he picks up a glass.at big-league, adj.
Fighting Blood 325: While I am waiting for this big blah Ryan to give me a tumble.at blah, n.
Fighting Blood 246: I blowed out of the office, fit to be tied.at blow out, v.4
Fighting Blood 197: Well I’m boiling over, so I get up.at boil, v.
Fighting Blood 24: Knocking around since I been a kid has made me a pretty hardboiled egg.at hard-boiled egg, n.
Fighting Blood 305: The Rags pulls the boss boner of a lifetime devoted to making boneheaded plays.at boneheaded, adj.
Fighting Blood 245: We make book on the first fight and lay two to one you don’t knock Christopher out.at make book (on) (v.) under book, n.
Fighting Blood 302: Mr. Brock says nothing at all, leaving it to the bootlicking jazzbos which worship the ground he walks on to take his part and mine.at bootlicking (adj.) under bootlick, v.
Fighting Blood 305: The Rags pulls the boss boner of a lifetime devoted to making boneheaded plays.at boss, adj.
Fighting Blood 135: Lee’s handlers yells for him to go after my bum eye.at bum, adj.
Fighting Blood 84: The whole joint is on the bum, for a fact!at on the bum (adj.) under bum, adj.
Fighting Blood 254: You got a bun on downstairs, and I couldn’t do nothin’ with you.at bun, n.2
Fighting Blood 12: The bunch stops in on their ways to school.at bunch, n.1
Fighting Blood 346: A left chop to the ear started the Burgandy flowing freely.at Burgundy, n.
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