Queer as a three-dollar bill

“[…] Does he like the ship?” / “Hell, no. He wrote Pap it’s the foulest bucket in the Navy—— But that don’t mean nothing,” he added quickly, seeing Willie wince. “Hell, don’t take anything that Tom says too serious. Tom’s queer as a three-dollar bill. The Caine’s probably a great ship if he don’t like it.”

He wasn’t a promoter, he didn’t know of any hotel in Acapulco. His whole buildup was as queer as a three-dollar bill. Apparently he made his living gambling, but he was even all washed up with that. Nothing.

Don’t be silly, Frank, I didn’t even know him—and I guess I shouldn’t have cared for him if I had. Anyone who could marry my mother must have been queer as a three-dollar bill.