Guy

“But shan’t I look a guy?” “Not a bit of it. Jist the very kick!”

I am always a perfect guy, whatever I wear, when I sit against a red curtain. You men 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” […].

Why are you so ashamed that her child saw you looking a guy, sprawled on the floor, spilling cakes?

“You don't say so? I thought he was some guy from Pennsylvania.”

"Hi, guys. Did you have a fun time at school?" said Katherine. "Yeah we did," said Stacy.

She was one of the guys, but they were also very much aware that she was an attractive young woman.

Let’s be honest. “Have I kissed too many guys?” is not a question that mature, sexually active women are likely to be asking Google.

My “Guys” actually constitute a collection of people that range from my nearest and dearest girlfriends, my immediate and extended family, co-workers and acquaintances that care.

My “guys,” as I call the group, are loving and hilarious, serious and the epitome of love. They are both male and female in their presence and have never had the experience of inhabiting a physical body—they are beings of light.

I recently rewatched the original Star Wars trilogy. I'm not a Star Wars guy, but I did enjoy them a lot more than I did the first time. / The movie seemed more like just Ellie's personal journey into being, like, "Wow, religion can be cool, I guess", which is fine, but I'm more of a sci-fi guy, so I would rather read the book.

The dog's left foreleg was broken, poor little guy.

I just want to play with my guys. My guys are my friends, they're stuffed animals or little action figures I have a lot of them.

Hey, guy, give a man a break, would ya?

This guy, here, controls the current, and this guy, here, measures the voltage.

This guy is the partial derivative of that guy with respect to x.

The dusky hunters "guyed" the palefaces who could not do as well as they with their primitive weapons, even though the fire spouted from the iron tubes and the balls that could not be seen by the eye carried death farther than did the missiles launched by the natives.

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 (s'excuser, c'est s'accuser).

Terry Kilmartin […], applauded for every ‘um’ and ‘ah’, knew that he was being guyed and had the charm to make it funny.

In between it all, he [Elon Musk] was reply guying to other people’s commentary and memes, and at times tweeting himself, about OpenAI and [Sam] Altman.

To guy the speech in the manner of an old-fashioned 'ham' for cheap laughs....

I am not Samson, nor Sir Guy, nor Colbrand, To mow 'em down before me;

"Guy," he said. He said it slowly and with a certain puzzlement. He said it again, thoughtfully, as if it were a name of someone he had known long ago but couldn't quite place. "Guy. Yes - don't you find it difficult being called that? I mean, if Nora hadn't said, I'd have put you down as a Kevin, or a Barry. Yes, Barry would suit you." He looked like an innocent child, smiling, wide-eyed, his cheeks plump and rosy, defying the object of his insults to take offence. For they were insults, Guy was in no doubt about that. Leonora's brother was implying that his name was far too upper-class for its possessor.

“She was a new student. I was a counterculture hero. Back then I went by a different name. Sebastian. Sexy, right? And so much better than Guy. You can't be a counterculture hero and a Guy. That name is way too average. […]

Authorities say Guy Bartkus, who was 25, set off an explosion in a car outside American Reproductive Centers, injuring five people and killing himself as well as causing extensive damage to the building in an act of terrorism.