![[NZ]](/static/img/flags/nz.png "New Zealand")
Cunninghams (1986) 214: I’d like a nice piece of black velvet [...] One of those quarter-castes.at black velvet (n.) under black, adj.
Cunninghams (1986) 214: I’d like a nice piece of black velvet [...] One of those quarter-castes. Cunninghams (1986) 125: Come off it. You wouldn’t like your sister-in-law to park her ears to all I know about you. You and your bow-tie.at bow tie, n.
Cunninghams (1986) 72: Bob said they were the dead ring of Gil, especially Gilbert. The kids looked embarrased.at dead ring of under dead, adj.
Cunninghams (1986) 135: ‘What a face!’ she told her eldest son, who came in with his nose in a knot about something.at get one’s face in a knot (v.) under face, n.
Cunninghams (1986) 21: But this homey Simmons was a loudmouth with a big opinion of himself.at homey, n.1
Cunninghams (1986) 166: It’s Betty that can’t hold the liquor, isn’t it? She’s a real lily of a hophead.at hophead, n.2
Cunninghams (1986) 166: It’s Betty that can’t hold the liquor, isn’t it? She’s a real lily of a hophead.at lily, n.
Cunninghams (1986) 125: Come off it. You wouldn’t like your sister-in-law to park her ears to all I know about you. You and your bow-tie.at park one’s ear (v.) under park, v.
Cunninghams (1986) 144: She didn’t look at Gilbert, and he felt she wasn’t looking at him on purpose and that made him seem skitey.at skitey, adj.
Cunninghams (1986) 122: You wouldn’t marry a stickybeak like Joy.at stickybeak, n.
Cunninghams (1986) 217: I don’t care what people call me [...] They can call me miserable old stinkpot, or they can call me a good fellow, but I don’t care.at stinkpot, n.
Cunninghams (1986) 32: ‘Where you been all this time?’ his mother asked. ‘Down the library,’ he said. ‘I bet he’s been tarting,’ Joy said.at tart, v.
Cunninghams (1986) 21: They took John back to the wow because one night at tea he grabbed a knife and reckoned he was going to chop the head off the first one to look up from his plate.at wow, the, n.
no more results