Razzle-dazzle

The razzmatazz of a razzle-dazzle of pairs figure skating.

The big musical number at the end didn't have quite the razzle-dazzle they had hoped.

There are some razzle-dazzle descriptions of various computer programs — including one that transports users to vividly realized virtual paradises — but there are also lots of tired complaints about “sewers of greed” and consumerism in millennial Manhattan.

“Looking snazzy, Mr. Sarner.” “[screams] I have a body.” “Fucking hell. Yes, we brought you back to life.” “I was floating in the eternal glow for a million years. Safe, warm.” “You need to remember what you were going to say to the board of directors to justify expensing a ping ping table.” “I've been here before.” “I've made some flashcards to help jog your memory. "Ping ping increases productivity by 50 percent." I mean, that's bullshit, but let's see if it flies.” “How did I get back on this plane of existence?” “Would you shut up? Literally no one has ever cared about what happens after you die.” “The board is here.” “I need more time, Terry. Sarner's being a baby about his resurrection.” “I traversed the black mountain. Why am I back?” “Okay, I'll just have to stall them with the old razzle-dazzle.”