It sounds cheap, young and dated, but in fact strikes a delicate balance between bodycon and fetishwear, all with a knowing nod to the 1990s.
And as in his earlier "American Buffalo" (to be revived on Broadway later this season) and "Glengarry Glen Ross," talk is rich, even when it sounds cheap: a mighty means of measuring and asserting power, of confirming one's place in the scheme of things.
It sounds cheap, and not that it isn't.
It sounds cheap and gross, but after dining out of the micro for two years, I can't complain too much.
It sounds cheap, the lyrics are beyond bad ("When disco spreads like bacteria" is a personal highlight/object lowlight) and if it were a human it'd be an office manager swigging chardonnay at a staff party until he vomits all over the photocopier but I love it because it led to other, better things.
It sounds cheap, but a pass is always better than money.
("Forget the movie," she said. "It's the way they travel around the world. And, besides, it sounded cheaper to do than Nom's title, 'A Travellers' Kitchen.' ") Dom, who is thinking about a doctorate in analytic philosophy, showed me his reading list.
To many, it sounded cheap and inflammatory for her to insist as she did that mass migration was incompatible with social cohesion.
Lil Louis asking a mate of his to fake an orgasm in the booth might have seemed like a good idea at the time – it might have got a few E'd up randy buggers trying to find their shrunken genitals on a sweltering night in a field in late August - but now it just sounds cheap, tawdry, tacky, and, frankly, embarrassing.
A flyby sounds cheaper than landing.
