Gah! That’s what I get for not thinking before posting. Best keep on Canada’s good side, then.
Gadzooks! We’re done for!
Zounds! What an interesting thread.
Talk archaic-like? I used to could.
My daughter used to be all up in my grill about me not having the 411 on archaic phrases, but now I’m jiggy wit’ it.
I’m copasetic with that, 'bro.
Toodle-oo, caribou!
“If I had my druthers.”
Catch 'ya later alligator
pssst…I think they are Redcoats.
What folderdash and balderol.
From old fashioned boxers’ lingo:
–And I picks up a sleep inducer from the floor and hands it to him
–He’s a good quick boy but he couldn’t knock a hole in a block of ice cream, not if he was to use a hammer
(Both from a P.G. Wodehouse story; Wodehouse was an avid fan and had represented his school in boxing, himself. This story from 1914 is set in America.)
From the same story: “Fade away!” and “If you want to push on t’roo and join the giddy throng, go on in. I can’t be boddered.” These are examples of early 20th century Manhattan patois.
You been out smoking behind the barn?
Shazaam!
Cheerio, Pip Pip and all that sort of rot.
“I’ll be sure to have her home by 10, sir”
Aw, Beav, they’re just givin’ ya the business.
Now you’re on the trolly!
Oh my suds and body!
Well, I’ll be a monkey’s [bare-assed] uncle!
Horsefeathers!
This thread is keen.
Keen perhaps, but is it peachy-keen?