Ballocks

"Turn to gangsterism." "Sebastian, I couldn't." "Tone, pride has you at its mercy." "Has me by the very ballocks." "Tony, I think a pint would see us right." "I think you're right for the first time since you last said that."

JANET. How could you three conspire behind my back – MRS PAT. Men conspired behind your back. I didn't. JANET. Oh, ballocks. MRS PAT. I don't see why we need to keep bringing ballocks into this.

With his other hand, he palmed Henry's ballocks. “And big ballocks.” He rolled the egg-shaped testicles in his hand, lightly rubbing them together. Henry shuddered, gasped for breath.