Fiddlesticks

Fiddlesticks!

Oh, fiddlesticks. It's raining heavily now. That's put the kibosh on our plans for this afternoon.

Fiddlesticks! It's nothing but smoke and mirrors!

Golden pleasures! golden fiddlesticks!—What d'ye tell me of your canting stuff?

"Taken the veil—taken fiddlesticks!" said the old man, merrily; "why she lives near Lincoln, is married to a substantial man, the junior partner of one of the wealthiest bankers in the county […]

'Safe? Fiddlesticks! There is no safe. Mr Lavington is an intelligent man. You will see, he will have devised a hiding-place much more intelligent than a safe. A safe is the first thing everyone looks for.'

“Fiddlesticks,” Miss Jenny said. “The war just gave John a good excuse to get himself killed. If it hadn’t been that, it would have been some other way that would have been a bother to everybody around.”

Oh, fiddlesticks! I locked my keys in the car.