oh dear

A phone exchange between the two plotters and others, stated: "Oh dear. Voldemort is never going to be busted by the immigration service now."

"Oh dear, I seem to have watered your hand."

There were always cheery lights on and music and telephone-talking and...oh, dear, during the day I never noticed how the clock on the wall ticked off the seconds one by one very loudly.

“Abel! Oh, dear Abel! It’s you! It’s really, really you!”

The percussion swells, the clatter harmonizes and his romance collapses, leaving Rudy alone in his bedroom with a lamp attached to — oh dear — a Clapper.