waitaminute

— “During the fight.” / “Waitaminute, waitaminute.” Eddie waved both hands in front of his face to contest his father’s last statement. “There was no ‘fight,’ okay? I don’t care what those witnesses say. All we had was . . . an exchange of words.” […] “Waitaminute, waitaminute,” Big Joe said. “What happened before that?” […] “Waitaminute. Where are you going with that?” […] “Waitaminute, waitaminute,” I broke in. “I think you two are forgetting something, aren’t you? This was supposed to be Vlade’s book, remember?” […] “Tuesday morning? Now, waitaminute,” Murphy said, shaking his head. “I didn’t say anything about working under a deadline.”