|kille englanniksi||lad sv, boy sv, dude sv, guy sv, boyfriend sv|
: I think he reckons hes a bit of a lad.
*: Bye or boye: Bostio.
*: The [[streets|stretes]] of the [[city|citie]] [[shall|shal]][[be]] full of [[young|yonge]] boyes and [[damsels|damselles]]...
*: I find I was mistaken in the sex, tis a boy.
*: Ah! happy years! once more who would not be a boy?
*: "He is not quite a baby, Alfred," said Ellen, "though he is only a big stupid boy. We have made him miserable enough. Let us leave him alone."
*: My only boy fell by the side of great Dundee.
*: Dost thou call me fool, boy?
*: [[the|þe]] boye hit scholde abugge; Horn [[threw|þreu]] him [[over|ouer]] [[the|þe]] brigge.
*: ‘Why does he go out and pinch all his dogs in person? Hes an administrator, isnt he? Wouldnt he hire a boy or something?’
‘We call them “staff”,’ Roger replies.
*: I resolved to continue in the Cave, with my two Servants, my Maid, and a Boy, whom I had brought from France.
*: My Boy Stephen Grauener.
*: They picked out two of the strongest of the Boys (as they call the Men) about the place.
*: The blacks who work on a station or farm are always, like the blacks in the Southern States, called boys.
*: [In Shanghai,] The register clerk assigns you to a room, and instead of ‘Front!’ he shouts ‘Boy!’
*: Aborigine Wally... described himself as ‘number one boy’ at the station.
*: If any water be rough and [[boisterous|boysterous]], or the [[channel|chanell]] [[very]]e [[broad]]e, it [[many]]e times [[drowns|drowneth]] the carriages and the boyes and [[now]]e and then [[slothful|slouthfull]] and lyther [[soldiers|souldiours]].
*: [[Gods blood|Godes plud]] [[kill|kil]] the boyes and the [[luggage|lugyge]],
Tis the [[arrantest|arrants]] [[piece|peece]] of [[knavery|knauery]]...
*: A [[Hottentot]]... expects to be called by his name if addressed by any one who knows it; and by those to whom it is not known he expects to be called Hottentot... or boy.
*: Every [[darky]], however old, is a boy.
*: [In Alabama,] Guards still use the term ‘boy’ to refer to Black prisoners.
*: BN: [repeating a catchphrase] I like the boy.
MA: [to hostile audience] Hold it, hold it, hold it. Easy. Did you say ‘Roy’ or ‘boy’?
BN: ‘I like the boy’. Theres nothing wrong with saying that... Hang on, hang on, hang on... Ill change religion, Ill do anything for ya, I dont bloody care... Whats wrong with saying that? ‘I like the boy’?
BN: I mean, I like the man. Im sorry, Muhammad.
: Cmere, boy! Good boy! Whos a good boy?
*: Wounded... 1 Boy, 1st class, severely.
*: He joined the Navy as a boy second class in 1898.
: ux|en|Boy, that was close!
: ux|en|Boy, that tastes good!
: ux|en|Boy, I wish I could go to Canada!
: ux|en|Dont boy me!
*: I shall see some squeaking Cleopatra boy my greatness.
: So we were at the mall and these two dudes just walk up to us and say "hi".
: Dude, Id be careful around the principal, hes having a bad day.
: Watch it, dude - you almost knocked me over.
*:“Why don’t you be a nob at once,” cried Tompkins, “and have a pair of black silk stockin’s to go in!”
*:“Black silk stockin’s! I ain’t got none. I never had a pair in my life!”
*:“You can get a pair, can’t you?”
*:“What’ll they stand me in?”
*:“Oh, not much! But what’s the hodds to you?”
*:“But shan’t I look a guy?”
*:“Not a bit of it. Jist the very kick! You don’t ought to go in tops now yer son is sich a gen’elman. Have a pair, and look a leetle matters like his father.”
*:I am always a perfect guy, whatever I wear, when I sit against a red curtain. You mean say that a woman always knows when she’s good-looking, but I am happy to say I know when I look a guy.
*: And the lady from the provinces, who dresses like a guy,
*: And who “doesn’t think she dances, but would rather like to try”;
*: And that singular anomaly, the lady novelist —
*: I don’t think she’d be missed — I’m sure she’d not be missed!
: A new guy started at the office today.
: Jane considers that guy to be very good looking.
: I wonder what those guys are doing with that cat?
: The dogs left foreleg was broken, poor little guy.
: This guy, here, controls the current, and this guy, here, measures the voltage.
: Hey, guy, give a man a break, would ya?
*: Swift and other satirists mercilessly guyed the unlettered self-importance of the peddlars of such soul-food, exposing their humility and self-laceration as an egregious and obnoxious form of self-advertisement (sexcuser, cest saccuser).
*: Terry Kilmartin [...], applauded for every ‘um’ and ‘ah’, knew that he was being guyed and had the charm to make it funny.
*: If I was your boyfriend, I’d never let you go
I can take you places you ain’t never been before.