chop-chop

Talent does not understand such a process; it is mechanical, unvarying, chop-chop, day in and day out.

Chop-chop—as the good yellow man might be tempted to say if he came upon this specimen of white wisdom.

When a cooly is sent on an errand requiring haste, he is told to go 'chop-chop.'

You go back to missy and tell her it's all right and will she come chop-chop.

You go chop-chop to the toy shop opposite and buy them some toys.