Bumptious, self-important

Usage examples of cocky.

He recognized Pip and Bets, as he walked up with his cocky little stride.

He was giving Pierce a lot of leeway, and Pierce was growing a little cockier, letting Brandt make statements that Brandt would have a rough time explaining in cross-examination.

He was almost as tall as Brock, but cockier, more cynical rather than shadowed.

Both of us were younger and cockier, confident in the bounty of molecular genetics, ready to use science to confound nature.

Every day, Anthoney seemed a little cockier and more upbeat, as if he were feeling on top of the world rather than sitting in a murder trial.

He was a lot cockier now than he had been, a result no doubt of the fact that he was getting used to the situation.

Even Givens, whom Raeder had secretly hoped would be cockier than was called for, proved to be a superb pilot.

The best and cockiest cock will win, and he is the one who will sire many more chicks to swell my flock.

The warglobes launched blue lightning at the oncoming human forces, vaporizing a dozen of the fastest, cockiest Remoras.

Emily pasted on her cockiest smile, determined to boast her way past these half-naked rogues.

Or it had been, until one lightning look from a cocky flyboy shocked her nerve endings to life again.

A Second Look by Marianna Heusler He watched her walking towards him, cocky and self-assured, her skirt hitched up way above her hefty thighs, her scarlet sweater outlining her ample curves as well as her flabby rolls, her makeup caked on her face, her lips slippery with colored Vaseline, her hair sprayed and gelled in some elaborate do.

Talk about cocky: Bulldozers went to work on the 14,000-seat stadium on April 1three weeks before Circuit Judge Gerald Wetherington was scheduled to hear the lawsuit.

He would take us on after the other instructors had worked us over and we were beginning to feel cocky and pretty good at itthen he would put the polish on.

By the time the biscop arrived, flanked by stewards carrying handsome ceramic lamps, the battle lines had been drawn: the servingwomen huddled in the pallet, all chattering accusations so loudly that Hanna thought she would go deaf, the steward and servants off to one side, licking their wounds, and Lord Wichman and his pack of wormy dogsa dozen scarred, cocky, brash young noblemenstanding defiantly by the smoldering hearth.