Goolies

"They should hang him by the goolies from the yardarm." Ouch!

"My oath," he said, "here's a man got his goolie chit. And I left mine behind. How fat can you get?" "I've got mine," said Ward quietly, tapping his pocket." "It's not your goolies I'm worried about," said Curnow.

Marcus: Sorry, your "gooly"? Stylax: Yeah. Marcus: You can't have one "gooly". It's just your "goolies". Stylax: No, no, no, no. The whole thing is your goolies, all three of them, but if you're talking about one in particular, you say "gooly".