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Body of Evidence (1992) 310: They still lie to you, tuck the animal in bed and spoon-feed him chicken soup like he’s Mr. Apple Pie America.at apple pie, adj.
Body of Evidence (1992) 310: They still lie to you, tuck the animal in bed and spoon-feed him chicken soup like he’s Mr. Apple Pie America. Body of Evidence (1992) 127: Old Man Hunt who thinks his only kid’s a fuckin’ fairy because you’re not a mean-ass-son-of-a-bitch slumlord who don’t give a shit about anybody’s welfare or feelings.at mean-ass, adj.
Body of Evidence (1992) 54: Maybe I’m shooting blanks, Pete.at shoot a blank (v.) under blank, n.
Body of Evidence (1992) 376: His eighty-one Mercury Lynx blew the transmission.at blow, v.2
Body of Evidence (1992) 315: So he was approached in a men’s room and lost his cookies? What happened? What psychosis?at lose one’s cookies (v.) under cookie, n.1
Body of Evidence (1992) 367: What better time than when you’re half crocked and getting out of your car on a dark driveway in the middle of nowhere?at crocked, adj.
Body of Evidence (1992) 175: ‘I don’t suppose he’s a journalist for some tabloid,’ I said in jest. ‘Yo. Dream on.’.at dream on!, excl.
Body of Evidence (1992) 49: You got any idea how many frootloops call in this kind of crap on a regular basis?at fruit loop, n.2
Body of Evidence (1992) 309: I just might [...] slap you with a warrant and haul your ass off to lockup for accessory to murder.at haul oneself (v.) under haul, v.
Body of Evidence (1992) 127: They was sorry as hell to see you leave.at as hell (adv.) under hell, n.
Body of Evidence (1992) 365: We finally caught up with him at Sloppy Joe’s, by which time he was three sheets to the wind.at three sheets in the wind, phr.
Body of Evidence (1992) 232: He related to her killer to the point he freaked, took himself out of circulation, kissed off before he cracked.at kiss off, v.
Body of Evidence (1992) 211: Sometimes he snitches a little, other times he zips his lip.at zip one’s lip, v.
Body of Evidence (1992) 266: ‘You prefer light meat, don’t you?’ he asked, selecting a pale flesh-colored male chest.at white meat, n.
Body of Evidence (1992) 310: Swear to God I’ll pop ’im if I have to, nail his ass.at nail someone’s hide to the (barn) door (v.) under nail, v.
Body of Evidence (1992) 174: If he was, it’d probably be soprano after the number you done on him.at do a number on (v.) under number, n.
Body of Evidence (1992) 247: One of the queerbaits from the restaurant she wrote about in her letters is dying of AIDS even as we speak.at queerbait (n.) under queer, n.
Body of Evidence (1992) 344: I told her to stay here. I told her to screw the rent, that she could stay.at screw, v.
Body of Evidence (1992) 344: It’s screwed me, too, PJ. [...] I’m living Beryl’s nightmare.at screw, v.
Body of Evidence (1992) 310: I hate like shit when someone lies to me.at like shit (adv.) under shit, n.
Body of Evidence (1992) 376: He was reciting what he knew from conversations with his sicko pal.at sicko, adj.
Body of Evidence (1992) 377: He saw it coming – what his squirrelly pal finally did to Beryl.at squirrely, adj.
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