1960 J.P. Donleavy Fairy Tales of N.Y. II iii: mott.: She’s out of it for keeps. how.: You mean she threw a seven?at chuck a seven, v.
1960 J.P. Donleavy Fairy Tales of N.Y. III i: Now why don’t you two be friends and instead of wasting a lot of hot air on each other, use this room the way it’s supposed to be used.at hot air, n.
1960 J.P. Donleavy Fairy Tales of N.Y. I i: O.K. You don’t mind if we wait a few minutes. Until some of these eager beavers get off this pier.at eager beaver, n.
1960 J.P. Donleavy Fairy Tales of N.Y. III i: That’s how I got that stomach you call a beer barrel.at beer barrel (n.) under beer, n.
1960 J.P. Donleavy Fairy Tales of N.Y. IV i: Policemen were parked sitting in their car, in their nice blue uniforms waiting for speeders [...] Ha, ha, you’ve never seen such bellies in blue.at boys in blue, n.
1960 J.P. Donleavy Fairy Tales of N.Y. I i: And I’m on the pier pushing a cart where every guy’s after a fast buck.at fast buck, n.
1960 J.P. Donleavy Fairy Tales of N.Y. III i: He says if he ever gets you in the ring he’ll kill you for some of the other things you said. He gets really burned up.at burned up, adj.
1960 J.P. Donleavy Fairy Tales of N.Y. IV i: She still thinks the guy who walked out on her is something. When he’s a phoney. A phoney cheapskate.at cheapskate, n.
1960 J.P. Donleavy Fairy Tales of N.Y. II ii: Cornelius, as a personal favour I’m asking you right now to take this job. I know everything’s going to click.at click, v.3
1960 J.P. Donleavy Fairy Tales of N.Y. III i: You know that’s the first time Cornelius Christian’s ever hit the deck.at hit the deck (v.) under deck, n.1
1960 J.P. Donleavy Fairy Tales of N.Y. II iii: Steve, he’s got something even better, didn’t want to flash it.at flash it (v.) under flash, v.1
1960 J.P. Donleavy Fairy Tales of N.Y. II iii: And don’t think I planned this either, getting you up here with Mr How to give you a working over.at working-over, n.
1960 J.P. Donleavy Fairy Tales of N.Y. I i: Helen could never pack things. I told her she was sloppy, why don’t you fold things up?at sloppy, adj.
1960 J.P. Donleavy Fairy Tales of N.Y. IV i: But didn’t you know, that peach is really the snazz.at snazz, n.
1960 J.P. Donleavy Fairy Tales of N.Y. I i: I was a wildcatter in Texas and then became manager of an oil field.at wildcatter, n.