Nuthin'

Oh, sweet nuthin' / She ain't got nothing at all

“Yeah. I got a union card. You want I should show it ta ya?” “Yeah. If you would be so gracious as to indulge my wishes. […] Nuthin’ poisonal, you understand. It was just last week that a guy I used ta woik wit, who knows a guy that was married to a guy’s cousin seen dem FBI guys nab dem German spies. Ya know? So . . .”