I suppose that you small fry of diplomacy cannot get things in duty free, eh?
Twelve captured, seven killed, and every one of them small fry.
He always did, Wrayford reflected, when the small fry from Highfield came to dine.
These last had been made very large; for Ossaroo did not care for the “small fry.”
Only small fry enjoy that privilege—lieutenants, mates, and midshipmen.