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.”

1995, Gar Anthony Haywood, Bad News Travels Fast, New York, N.Y.: G. P. Putnam’s Sons, →ISBN, pages 32, 42, 66, 146–147, and 198

Now, surely you must be saying, “Waitaminute! You can’t fit a house under a sign! Just how big is this sign anyway?” […] Ah, but surely you must now be saying, “Waitaminute, tuna fish would go bad if you kept it in your pocket for weeks and weeks without refrigerating it.” […] Now, surely you must be saying, “Waitaminute! How could they live for so many years inside the fact globe?”

2008, Jason Carter Eaton, The Facttracker, New York, N.Y.: HarperCollins Children’s Books, →ISBN, pages 5, 172, and 256