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Carny Kill (1993) 52: Bet your sweet butt! First and last.at bet one’s (sweet) ass (v.) under bet, v.
Carny Kill (1993) 52: Bet your sweet butt! First and last. Carny Kill (1993) 78: That’s why you’re so goddam energetically trying to bird-dog it on to me.at bird dog, n.
Carny Kill (1993) 127: You put something in that gin [...] because you wanted me blotto.at blotto, adj.
Carny Kill (1993) 104: ‘Can you bust a box if you have to?’ [...] ‘Are you suggesting that I, Gerald Malone, would stoop to cracking a safe?’.at box, n.1
Carny Kill (1993) 105: I’m no box man.at boxman, n.
Carny Kill (1993) 86: I reeled to the left and bumble-footed down three steps.at bumble-footed (adj.) under bumble, v.
Carny Kill (1993) 83: ‘Jesus H. Mahogany Christ,’ Jerry said.at Jesus H. Christ!, excl.
Carny Kill (1993) 109: I’m just a tap-city spieler.at tap city, n.
Carny Kill (1993) 105: Nobody should call copper because of it.at call copper (v.) under copper, n.
Carny Kill (1993) 53: Golddigger strikes lush pocket.at gold-digger, n.1
Carny Kill (1993) 53: Rich old husband gets murdered with knife that so obviously belongs to gold-digging wife.at gold-digging, adj.
Carny Kill (1993) 78: You knife the old gent and hang a frame on the body with May’s name on it.at frame, n.2
Carny Kill (1993) 81: He was busy putting himself into a bright, severely-cut sports jacket that was a trifle fruity for my taste.at fruity, adj.3
Carny Kill (1993) 17: Rob can’t turn down a carny buddy with an empty grouch bag.at grouch-bag (n.) under grouch, n.
Carny Kill (1993) 20: Some hairy-lunged college boy [...] blew through a horn that was ten feet long.at hairy, adj.2
Carny Kill (1993) 56: My ex-wife says to me ‘Help me knock off my hubby and I’ll inherit the bundle and give you halvies.’.at halvies, n.
Carny Kill (1993) 127: Mike chuckled and went over to the hi-fi and killed the music.at kill, v.
Carny Kill (1993) 11: I [...] joined the gang of lusty-eyed marks in front of the kootch bally stand.at kootch, n.
Carny Kill (1993) 41: Miss Raye who had been my tenth grade Lit teacher.at lit, n.
Carny Kill (1993) 11: It was an old dodge. I grinned at the luckboy and held up my five dollar bill and put it back in my pocket.at luck boy (n.) under lucky, adj.
Carny Kill (1993) 68: I used to work for Madame Esmerelda. She made with the madball.at madball, n.
Carny Kill (1993) 52: This place grossed thirty mill last year.at mill, n.2
Carny Kill (1993) 78: May won’t give you a second tumble and you’re POed.at p.o., adj.
Carny Kill (1993) 41: I’m your roomy.at roomie, n.
Carny Kill (1993) 122: ‘Do I get the Roscoe?’ [...] he passed over the weapon. It was a fortyfive, a Colt.at roscoe, n.
Carny Kill (1993) 10: ‘Got a place to sack,’ he asked.at sack (down) (v.) under sack, v.
Carny Kill (1993) 62: I ain’t about to become a patsy for this smear.at smear, n.3
Carny Kill (1993) 59: ‘Hey. How old are you?’ ‘Eighteen.’ Still starchy about it.at starchy, adj.
Carny Kill (1993) 122: ‘You’re a damn fool if you try to use it.’ ‘Gabby—let me sweat it, will you?’.at sweat (it) out (v.) under sweat, v.2
Carny Kill (1993) 118: The drives was already rattled and the good-god realization that he had just mashed Pansy-face must have unglued him completely.at unglue, v.
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