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Thief 309: You got to check your artillery at the bar.at artillery, n.
Thief 309: You got to check your artillery at the bar. Thief 286: That little sonofabitch is trying to put the bum on me himself! [...] A fag and a kidnapped queer kid who was trying to get into my pants.at put the bum on (v.) under bum, n.1
Thief 175: He was hot. Man, what I mean, this cat was burning.at burn, v.
Thief 48: I know this sounds dingbat to anyone else, but that is how it really was.at dingbat, adj.
Thief 339: I was on fish row at Folsom.at fish, n.1
Thief 421: That was Outer Space, you know? Dingbats? I mean a pack of raving kooks running around.at kook, n.
Thief 31: The car turned out to be the lemon of all time.at lemon, n.
Thief 386: Here comes Helen with this tall, red-haired number.at number, n.
Thief 29: I think what they was really hoping was that I’d put the poor mother out.at put out, v.
Thief 291: You might say I was feelling pretty good that night. Feeling right.at right, adj.
Thief 212: I never could tell you nothing even when you were a little shaver.at shaver, n.1
Thief 335: His square moniker was Richard, but everyone called him Murf.at square, adj.
Thief 19: To hear Jimmy tell it he’d really kept his cool and worked it like a pro.at work it (v.) under work, v.
Thief 312: We work like five niggers getting that damn safe out of the basement.at work like a nigger (v.) under work, v.
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