Tickety-boo

"Are you all right?" "Tickety-boo."

I want everything to be all tickety-boo. I want to marry you properly according to the English law so that your people will know that I'm playing straight with you.

Great days! The dawn’s breaking over no-man’s-land – Dewdrops glistening on the poppies in the early morning sun! ‘Good morning, corporal! All quiet on the Western Front?’ … ‘Tickety-boo, sir!’

'Whit's up wi' yer John Greig (leg) then? Ye didnae have that before.' / 'Aw ye noticed!' said the mercenary, 'We were in a fight one day w' some o' that Taliban mob and I copped a hit wi' a grenade, but I've got an artificial one on, so am tickety boo.'

Miriam begins to type: Unfortunately, it looks as if our time and place for meeting has been confused once again. We do hope that everything is tickety-boo for you— / […] Gloria stands. “Am I mad? You just used the word ‘tickety-boo’ in an e-mail to a young girl who didn’t grow up in England and who probably doesn’t watch PBS.”