Nothing doing

"I'll fix his clock all right." "Nothing doing. I won't have it."

"[P]erhaps you might sell them a submarine or some of your diving apparatus." "Nothing doing, Ned. We've got other plans."

[T]he employes of Detroit's Bundy Tubing Co. wanted a raise of 18 1/2 cents an hour. Said Bundy flatly: nothing doing.

[S]he'd consoled herself with a fresh plan: she'd refuse to go to her father when he came back. Nothing doing, she'd say.

"You see, Walter," he said, "in truth this business is merely a habit with me . . . but there's nothing doing, nothing doing. . . . I hardly know where I am myself; much less where my customers are."

There was nothing doing in the district—no mining—no milling—no productive effort—no income—[…]

I began to think that there was nothing doing, that he'd just come on the trip for his health.

There was nothing doing in the kitchen.