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( 'GOLDEN BROWN' PLAYS )
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Subtitles downloaded from www.OpenSubtitles.org
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SONG: § Golden brown,
texture like sun
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§ Lays me down,
with my mind she runs
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§ Throughout the night
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§ No need to fight
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§ Never a frown
with golden brown
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§ Every time just like the last
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§ On her ship tied to the mast
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§ To distant lands
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§ Takes both my hands
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§ Never a frown
with golden brown... §
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Flip, turn the fucking TV off!
People are trying to sleep.
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( SONG CONTlNUES
lN BACKGROUND )
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Flip, have some fucking
consideration!
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( SOUND MUTES )
For Christ's sake, Flip!
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Flipster?
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(Quietly) Oh, shit!
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Shit!
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Fuck!
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( ENERGETlC ROCK MUSlC )
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SONG: § Don't you wanna be
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§ A personality?
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§ An ocean in the sea?
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§ But you'll never make it
if you can't shake it
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§ So don't mistake it
Just try and fake it
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§ And l want you to know
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§ You don't have far to go
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§ So we'll use all your dough
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§ To buy new clothes
and see what flows
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§ And powder your nose
for those photos
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§ You're almost on your way
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§ To popularity
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§ And we'll teach you to play
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§ With icy stare
and punk-rock hair
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§ And beatnik flare
We'll take you there
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§ And there's so many
round like you
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§ And we don't care
just what you're doing
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§ After we have gone
our separate ways
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§ Yeah, yeah
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§ Yeah, hey! §
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(Croaks)
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MAN: Fore!
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Shit!
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MAN: Bullshit!
MAN: lt's not bullshit.
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lt's fucking bullshit!
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White's bleeding over Orange.
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Cradles him in his arms
and says, ''l love you, man.''
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lt's fucking bullshit
and even if it wasn't,
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they'd say it
like blokes say to each other.
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GOLFER: Fore!
( WHACK! )
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(Sings) § All the leaves are...
All the leaves are brown
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§ And the sky is grey... §
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Then Orange says back...
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..''l love you too, man.''
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Yeah, they're saying,
''l love you, man.''
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Not, ''l LOVE you, man.''
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§ l went for a walk
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§ On a winter's day... §
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Why would he say that?
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Why would he say
''l love you too,''
if he wasn't a pillow biter?
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He's bleeding to death.
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You say shit like that
when you're bleeding to death.
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§ l'd be safe and warm
if l was in... §
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He's been holding it in
the whole time.
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He thinks he's going to die.
He has to let it out.
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Otherwise, his secret
will be carried to the grave.
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Bull-fucking-shit!
l love Danny here.
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But it doesn't mean
l'm a fucking chocolate dipper.
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l'm no fucking
chocolate dipper, mate.
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What about that bit
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where they're pointing guns
at each other?
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What about it?
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Well, maybe it's not really
their guns they're pointing.
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There's no way, pal!
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No way! No fucking way!
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Dude, l've seen it
like 1 8 times.
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lt's fucking bullshit!
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There's no fucking chocolate
dippers in that movie!
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lt's my favourite
fucking movie!
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You're all fucking
ruining it for me!
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(Sings)
§ California dreaming... §
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lt slices a bit
to the right, dude.
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Fore!
( WHACK! )
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l knew this bloke once, right?
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And...
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..he used to masturbate so much
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that he grew very fond
of his hand.
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So much so
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that he began talking to it
and he put a little face on it.
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And he called it Muriel.
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And after a while, Muriel
began to talk back to him.
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Fore!
( SPLAT! )
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He'd get her
all dolled up in make-up
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and specially made
little clothes.
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And at night she'd go down
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and make intense, mad,
passionate love to him.
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Anyway, one night about 3am,
he wakes up in a cold sweat.
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And he hears all this panting
and moaning and groaning
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coming from the next-door
neighbour's apartment.
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And he looks down at his hand...
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There's nothing there.
lt's gone.
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lt's just this bloody stump.
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So he staggers out
into the hallway
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and he sees that the next-door
neighbour's door's wide open.
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So he pops his head in
and what does he see?
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On the bed, his hand, Muriel,
all dressed up to the nines,
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make-up on, going down
on the next-door neighbour.
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lt's a true story.
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Yeah, l heard tell once, dudes,
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a guy has about 4,000 times
in him before he's all used up.
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That's fucking bullshit!
More like 40,000.
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ln your dreams, stick man.
Add it up!
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Two times a day,
seven days a week,
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for what, l don't know,
40 years?
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Two times a day?
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Who gets to do it
two times a fucking day?
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Me and Jess used to.
Two times a day...
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Me and Jess used to do it
five times a day.
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For 40 years?
What about hangovers?
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What about Christmas Day?
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How can you do it five times
on Christmas Day
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while the family's sitting
around carving up the turkey?
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Make up for it at night
with the wife.
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What wife? You haven't had
a wife in over six months.
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l haven't got a problem
getting women.
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l've got this thing l can do
that sends them gaga.
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How exactly do you mean 'gaga'?
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Gaga. lnsane, berserk, talking
in tongues. You know, gaga.
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What, like some sort
of secret weapon?
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Some kind of like
weird sideways movement?
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Can't really say, Flip.
But it's pretty special, though.
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lt could be worth
a lot of money.
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Let's just get this straight.
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You're 20-something years old.
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You have no job, no money,
very few prospects.
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You haven't been seen
in the vicinity of anything
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which even faintly resembles
a member of the opposite sex
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in over six months.
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And yet,
you sit here and tell us
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that you have
some kind of special thing
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that makes the other side
go gaga.
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Well, if it makes them
go so fucking gaga,
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then what the fuck are you
doing here with us losers?
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Yeah, he's got a point there,
Danster.
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Yeah, well,
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l didn't say it fixed
all the emotional stuff, did l?
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Did l hear someone mention
emotional stuff?.
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MAN: A writer?
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You're a writer?
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l'm a writer.
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l worked at Burger King
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for three years
before getting this job.
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l've got an arts degree.
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lf we get you a job that says
you lick toilet bowls,
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then that's what you do.
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You lick toilet bowls.
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(Laughs)
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(Mutters) A writer?
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Jesus.
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You can't write.
l can write.
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Philosophical insights...
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Direct experience
with the mystery of being...
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Dusky whores...
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Russian transvestites...
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An unfinished thesis on the
1 0 most painful human emotions
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does not constitute writing.
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Got stuck on jealousy.
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lf it points inwards,
it means your heart's full.
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lf it points outwards,
it means your heart's empty.
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You'd better
spin it round, then.
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She might change her mind.
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She ran off
with your best friend.
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She said
l didn't let her breathe.
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She said she needed some space.
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You followed her
every time she left.
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You sat outside the door
when she went to the toilet.
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ls it my fault l worried
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l didn't have a reason to exist
whenever she wasn't around?
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What about a muse?
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Enigmatic, mysterious,
intelligent of spirit...
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All great writers have a muse.
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What about teletype paper?
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Excuse me?
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Kerouac wrote on the road on an
entire roll of teletype paper.
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He reckoned the pages imposed
an artificial structure
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on his stream of consciousness.
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l heard tell once, dude,
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you write
a story for 'Penthouse',
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they pay you 25 G's, minimum.
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25 grand?
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Yeah, minimum!
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lt won't budge. That must
mean something, mustn't it?
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Means you're getting fat.
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She said she needed
to live a little.
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What does that mean,
''live a little''?
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Lead melts
at 335 degrees Centigrade.
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The last tram
leaves the town hall at 1 1 :05pm.
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That's so fucking true.
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( BELL RlNGS )
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(Whispers) Oh, shit!
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(European accent) l have
come about the room.
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( UPBEAT MUSlC )
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lt's a tent.
Bank clerk lives there.
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Half rent. Saves money.
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Do you mind? lt's not for rent.
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Name's Jabber. Jabber the Hut.
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Anya.
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l control the remote.
Understand?
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Remote stays with me
at all times.
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l do not believe
in the watching of television.
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lt is the opiate of the masses.
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l'll just pretend
you never said that.
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l need to know if the fridge
has ever had any meat in it.
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( WHACK! )
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l am...how you say...
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..non-eater of meat.
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Vego.
Vego.
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Fridge is cool.
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Nothing but poundcake,
beer and fish fingers.
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What is this...fish fingers?
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Rectangular...
Fish...
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Fried.
Crunchy.
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Good.
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The roof, on the other hand...
Flip!
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lt's a beef patty.
Been up there for years.
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( DOOR OPENS )
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Stand back, people.
We're going in!
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ls that wise? l'm sure l saw
something moving this morning.
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You've got to watch out
for the sneakers.
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When they're replaced by army
boots, it's random sniper time.
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Fore!
( WHACK! )
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( SPLAT! )
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''Enigmatic, mysterious,
intelligent of spirit...''
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You're talking about the girl
l intend to marry.
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One. All intelligence
must be shared.
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Wasn't there an Anya
in 'War and Peace'?
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Two. Everyone's got to give it
their best shot.
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Chemistry, Danny.
Can't beat chemistry.
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Three. There is to be no lying,
cheating or backstabbing.
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Maybe it's Dostoevski.
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'Brothers Karamazov', l think.
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Guy who gets the first date
gets a clear run.
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Loser runs around the house
three times
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with his undies on his head.
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Did you see
the sparks fly between us?
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lt's a done deal, my son.
Don't even go there.
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l thought
you all hated vegetarians.
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True love knows no boundaries,
Sammy.
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And she's not adverse
to the occasional fish finger.
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Basically, we're willing
to make concessions.
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Are we agreed?
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l'm not like you guys.
l'm in it for the long haul.
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We can deal with that.
We'll work around it.
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lt's a bonding thing.
Blokes got to stick together.
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All for one, one for all.
That sort of thing.
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Guys with hard-ons.
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Blood rushes from their brains
to their dicks
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and they all
become real stupid.
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MAN: Mr Kirkhope?
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Yes?
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l wonder if we might have
a few moments of your time.
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Every month,
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$563 is supposed
to be delivered
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to a certain post office box
at the Brisbane GPO.
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( VOlCE CHATTERS ON PHONE )
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For the last four months,
this has not happened.
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Do any of you
have any reason...
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..for this?
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You do know those things give
you brain tumours, don't you?
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Um... (Clears throat)
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We seem to be going through
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a bit of a transitionary
fiscal crisis at the moment.
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He means a recession.
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We're considering it
the recession we had to have.
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l think we got ourselves
a couple of smart-arses.
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Are any of you
shitheads related
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to a copper or a pollie?
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Looks like we're in the clear.
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Damn good tea.
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lt's chai from lndia.
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Biscuit?
No, thank you.
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We're expecting a big cheque
at the end of the month.
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25 G's
from 'Penthouse' magazine.
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What do you do?
Pose for a fucking centrefold?
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No, l'm a writer. l write
for 'Penthouse' magazine.
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No kidding.
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You got a machine?
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Er, l've got an Underwood.
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ls that Mac or Windows?
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lt's a typewriter.
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Don't sound like
no fucking writer to me, mate.
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Oh, well, Hunter S. Thompson
used an Underwood.
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Er, Kerouac, Hemingway
used an Underwood.
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Stephen King? Stephen King wrote
heaps of stuff on an Underwood.
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Are we going
to get our bond back?
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Did anyone say
you could talk, dickstrap?
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Did anybody here say
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you could open your dirty,
fucking, stinking little trap?
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lf l get a tumour, funboy,
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l'm going to hold you
personally fucking responsible.
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Us again.
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One of the life forms here
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has raised a question
about the bond.
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Yeah.
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Sure.
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Sure. No problem. Can do.
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Four months' back rent.
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Two months' rent in advance.
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End of week.
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Otherwise...
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Comprehende?
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Do you think it's true
about the brain tumour?
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Supposed to be.
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You can get headset,
you know.
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Keep the phone in your pocket,
talk into the mike.
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You'd look
like a frigging receptionist!
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lt's an earphone thing!
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'Penthouse' magazine?
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''Enter me...
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''..enter me,''...
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..she gasped.
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( BELL DlNGS )
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''Enter me hard, enter me deep.
l want you inside me.
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''Yes, yes!
lnsert yourself, Rodney.
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''l want you now, entering hard,
entering deep, yes, now, oh.''
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''l entered her''?
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''He entered me''?
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''l wanted him inside me.''
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What are we? Cars? Elevators?
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Hotel rooms
that guys can crawl inside of,
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eat, sleep and leave a big mess
for someone to clear up?
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lt's for 'Penthouse' magazine.
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l just don't think
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anyone should enter
or get entered, that's all.
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What about the 25 grand?
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1 5?
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You want the truth?
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( OUTSlDE DOOR CLOSES )
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ANYA: This...
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Just put it on the right.
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You sure
you don't need any help?
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Maybe later, l think.
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All these words for a woman
who doesn't want sex -
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'frigid', 'uptight',
'cold', 'icy'.
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Can you think of one word
for a man who doesn't want sex?
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Dead.
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( DlSTANT SlNGALONG )
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(Men sing) § Girl, l'm sorry
l was blind
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§ You were always on my mind
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§ You were always on my mind
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§ Tell me
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§ Tell me that your sweet love
hasn't died... §
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Scary.
§ Give me... §
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Must be...how you say?
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§ Give me one more chance... §
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Bonding.
§ To keep you satisfied... §
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l've said it before.
lt's a tribal thing.
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Go in boys and come out men.
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(lmitates guitar)
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§ Little things l should have
said and done... §
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They'll be circumcising
themselves with sharp rocks
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any minute now.
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JABBER: Sing it, fellows!
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§ You were always on my mind
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§ You were always
on my mind... §
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Getting some
serious rays there, Flip?
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l'm moontanning, man.
Full moon.
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You don't get 'em every day.
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No, you don't.
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Do you ever wonder
if it's all a big con, Flip?
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Eh?
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This. Everything.
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What if none of it
really exists?
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What if it's
like some big experiment,
-
and we're like ants
trapped in a giant Petri dish?
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What if there's
a greater intelligence out there
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and it's creating everything
purely as a way
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of stopping us
going insane on them?
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What if nothing really exists
until we sense it?
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My...my room doesn't exist
until l walk into it.
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Front yard doesn't exist
until l experience it.
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You don't exist.
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l don't...exist?
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Well, you could be just
a projection of my inner psyche
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materialised from my brain
in order to keep me company.
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What about the cashmere
sweater babes over the road
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with their swishy little skirts
and all?
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Would they be
from your inner psyche or mine?
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Probably yours, l reckon, Flip.
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Took off a while ago
with some rugby types.
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Losers, man. Forget them.
No. We're connected, man.
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Once you have them
by the moonlight,
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they never want to go back.
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lt would mean
that when we close our eyes,
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everything disappears.
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And if we open them
fast enough...
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..we might be able to catch
the greater intelligence out
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and see that there's
actually nothing there.
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What if l kept mine open
while you shut yours?
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No, you're just
being stupid now, Flip.
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lt doesn't work like that.
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There may be some sort
of delay switch happening.
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Tomorrow is the shortest day
of the year.
-
ln pagan times,
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it would be time for the king
to be sacrificed...
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..and for the queen to select
a new man to be her king.
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May l?
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Seems a bit rough on
the poor old kings, doesn't it?
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lt was a great honour.
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Their blood had to be poured
into the ground
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to make the earth
fertile again
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and the harvest plentiful.
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Makes you sort of thankful
for crop rotation, doesn't it?
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The female fertility cycle
is 28 days.
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The lunar moonth is 28 days.
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A month.
No, moonth.
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The moonth is a lunar month,
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the same
as a woman's fertility cycle.
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1 3 moonths
fit exactly into one year.
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At the end of the 1 3th moonth,
the king must die.
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Oh, well. l guess
if it helps for the harvest...
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When the patriarchy took over,
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they abolished the 1 3th moonth
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to stop
the killing of the kings.
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That's why they say
1 3 is the unlucky number.
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Why should
1 3 be the unlucky number?
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Just because some man didn't
want to be bled to death.
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l get very pissed off
about that.
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Men are bastards.
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l hear about
your secret weapon.
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To make us go, how you say?
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Gaga?
(Clears throat)
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Uh, will you excuse me
for a moment?
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GOATEE: l'm telling you, bud,
if this deal comes together,
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it's just going to be
one long line of kneeling down,
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dick-sucking motherfuckers
waiting for me to come along
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and give them a taste
of the big fellow here.
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How will you get
the designs on?
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l don't see how you'll do that.
-
(Coughs)
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Any fucker propeller head
can do the designs, bud.
-
Those lines
and dots they've got...
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..can be changed
into, like, ridges and bumps
-
for added sensitivity.
-
Fucking guy's going to think
he's fucking Tarzan.
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(Chuckles)
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( BONG HlSSES AND GURGLES )
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You got a name for it yet?
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We're going to call him
the 'Woomera'.
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Think about it.
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''Go further, longer
with the Woomera.''
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( DOOR THUDS )
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l thought we said
no fucking backstabbing!
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What are you talking about?
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You told her!
Told her what?
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Secret weapon,
talking in tongues, gaga.
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We never!
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What about ''all for one
and one for all''?
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Male bonding, remember?
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We was doing you a favour, man.
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We thought she'd be impressed.
We thought she'd want a taste.
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Yeah, right.
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lt's going to be
fucking huge, man.
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Guys are going to be
beating down my fucking door
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to buy condoms with Aboriginal
tribal paintings on them.
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( FOOTSTEPS APPROACH )
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( KNOCK AT DOOR )
l'm not here.
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( DOOR CREAKS )
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Excuse me.
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Do you want to get married?
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We get married,
-
we live together.
-
We sit...
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..and face the same direction.
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We stare at the same thing.
-
We have conversation
that lasts no longer
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than the commercial breaks
on TV.
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And one day,
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we wake up.
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We look in the mirror...
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..and we wonder what happened
to our lives.
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You sure that's what happens?
-
There's no hope?
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Very little.
-
Pages, uh, tend to impose
an artificial structure
-
on my stream of consciousness.
-
They don't make
teletype paper anymore.
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l've already looked.
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Show me your hand.
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You are deeply aware
of your own sense of melodrama.
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You lack faith in yourself...
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..but expect faith in others.
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You project your insecurities
onto everyone around you.
-
You reject happiness as being
shallow and superficial.
-
You embrace postmodernism...
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..to avoid having
an original thought.
-
You criticise yourself
because...
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..it places you
above criticism.
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You desire what you hate
-
and you hate what you desire.
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And you always have to kill
what you love the most.
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You can see all that?
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Nothing is new anymore.
-
Everything is rehashed.
-
Do you think there's
such a thing as human nature?
-
Do you think l can invite
some friends for a party?
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(Exhales)
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Don't see why not.
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( THUD! )
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DANNY: ''There once...
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''..was a...man...
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''..who used to masturbate...''
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( DlNG! )
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''..so much...''
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( JAUNTY MUSlC )
(Whistles)
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(Sighs) Fuck.
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''John and Marjorie Lewis
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''request the pleasure of
the company of Daniel Kirkhope
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''to celebrate the marriage of
Jessica Kate and James Lindsay
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''at the St Stephens Chapel.''
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You know, there are nuances
tenth time around
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that slip by you at first.
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l broke bread
with these people, Sammy.
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Me and Matt
swapped cooking tips.
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They obviously don't understand
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the religious significance
of that act.
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l thought they understood me.
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l thought they...
sympathised with me.
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Bit selfish of them to side
with their own flesh and blood.
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lt's a fucking betrayal.
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.
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Roses, Danny. Roses.
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Candlelit dinner,
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glass of wine, bit of a spliff
and boof!
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Boof.
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Boof.
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You old romantic, you.
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She wants a party
with some friends.
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l said it would be cool.
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(Whoops)
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You can't beat roses, Danny.
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Add them to the local
all-you-can-eat salad bar
-
and you've got yourself
one deadly combination.
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You want to get married?
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Can't. Got to go out later.
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Good evening.
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l move in now, yes?
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Yes?
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l move in now?.
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l'm sorry, the room is taken.
-
Bond.
-
Do we have a name?
-
Yes.
-
Your name. What is your name?
-
Sam. Danny.
-
Flip.
-
Jabber the Hut.
-
Oh! 'Star Wars Trilogy'.
-
Got it in one, Tiger Girl.
-
You, yes?
-
Hai! Satomi.
Satomi.
-
Where are we going to put her?
-
What do you think?
-
DANNY: They look different,
-
they talk different,
-
they know things we can't
even begin to comprehend.
-
lf that's not a sign
of an alien, what is?
-
He your boyfriend?
-
Do l look like a masochist?
-
They come down here,
get impregnated with our seed,
-
then bugger off back
to the Planet Beautiful,
-
where only women
are allowed to live.
-
l want to find that planet.
OK, Tiger Girl.
-
l want to live there.
-
Either we find the equivalent
of Colombia's national debt
-
in the next 24 hours,
-
or seriously consider some kind
of ritualised mass suicide.
-
What is going on out there?
( CHANTlNG )
-
Didn't your sisters who
run with the wolves tell you?
-
(People chant)
§ Shekhinah, Morgana
-
§ Maya, lzanami, Shakti... §
-
Explanation?
-
Winter solstice blue moonth.
-
Some poor bastard's
got to be sacrificed
-
so that the earth
may bear fruit.
-
Seems a bit rough on the bloke.
-
That's what l said,
-
but l obviously
wasn't taking into account
-
4,000 years
of patriarchal tyranny.
-
(Chanting continues)
-
Who are they
going to sacrifice?
-
(Drunkenly) Hello, you duds!
-
Winter solstice
blue moonth party!
-
§ Maya, lzanami, Shakti
-
§ lshtar, Ceridwen,
Hecate, lnanna
-
§ lsis, Artemis, Sophia,
Athena, Coatilicue... §
-
Ooh!
-
Baby...
-
§ Gaia, Saraswati
-
§ Kali, Paso Wee,
Demeter, Bhavati
-
§ Hera, Akewa, Diana, Nidaba
-
§ Chicomecoatl, waterlily... §
-
Are you not coming?
-
(Echoes) lt is very empowering.
-
§ lshtar, Ceridwen,
Hecate, lnanna
-
§ lsis, Artemis,
Sophia, Athena... §
-
l'll see you outside, then?
-
§ Aphrodite, Mielikki, Astarte
-
§ Gaia, Saraswati, Kali... §
-
(Male voices hum)
(Chanting continues)
-
You're joking.
-
You're not joking.
-
Don't you want
to run with the wolves too?
-
l might just take a raincheck
on that one,
-
if that's OK with you.
-
Just in case the Christian
Brothers were right.
-
(Chanting continues)
-
(Goatee whoops hysterically)
-
§ Hera, Akewa,
Diana, Nidaba... §
-
You better hurry up.
You'll miss the sacrifice.
-
Hey...
-
What?
-
§ lshtar, Ceridwen,
Hecate, lnanna... §
-
Get out of here.
-
§ lsis, Artemis, Sophia, Athena
-
§ Coatilicue, Aphrodite,
Mielikki, Astarte
-
§ Gaia, Saraswati, Kali... §
Fuck.
-
§ Kali, Paso Wee,
Demeter, Bhavati
-
§ Hera, Akewa, Diana, Nidaba
-
§ Chicomecoatl, waterlily
-
§ Shekhina, Morgana
-
§ Maya, lzanami, Shakti. §
-
l call on the guardians
of the four watchtowers.
-
ALL: We call on the guardians
of the four watchtowers.
-
(All chant) § lshtar... §
GOATEE: Hey!
-
Guys?
-
Guys, l thought
this was supposed to be
-
a pretend sacrifice.
-
Hey, guys!
-
(All chant softly) § lsis...
-
GOATEE: Hey, guys!
-
lt's getting warmer!
-
( TENSE MUSlC )
Are you sure this is safe?
-
Guys? l don't like it.
-
lf this was real,
-
you'd both be dog meat by now.
-
( 'STAR WARS' THEME )
-
MAN: Guardians
of the four watchtowers?
-
FLlP: Straight through. Out
the back. First on the right.
-
Cool.
-
Go for it.
-
( MUSlC SWELLS )
-
Taylor, do you know
these people?
-
Let's just say
l have connections.
-
l had to call in the cavalry to
neutralise the rent situation.
-
With extreme prejudice,
cover me.
-
( CAR APPROACHES )
-
(Moans)
-
Oh, man!
-
(Woman moans repeatedly)
-
Ooh!
(Man grunts)
-
(Sings)
§ The sun on the meadow... §
-
GOATEE: ..not a shish kebab!
-
Taylor, these reinforcements
of yours...
-
..they wouldn't be, by any
chance, Nazis, would they?
-
You're a bunch of pagan freaks!
Well...
-
l prefer to think of them
as politically challenged.
-
Jesus fucking Christ!
-
Crazy, man!
-
Jesus!
(Flip screams)
-
l knew it.
-
There's some seriously bad
medicine going down out there.
-
Just as l thought.
-
He's crossed to the Dark Side.
-
Probably for the better.
-
He's with his own kind now.
-
Shouldn't we mark him
as of the beast?
-
lt's just shock, that's all.
-
Saw a cashmere sweater back...
Shut up!
-
Ow!
(Laughs)
-
Cashmere sweater babe came back
with flat-headed rugby type.
-
(Man and woman moan)
-
They've been going at it
like lamb chops on the lawn.
-
TAYLOR: What, now?.
Mmm.
-
WOMAN: Ooh!
MAN: Gentle, gentle, gentle.
-
(Both moan)
-
Ooh, ouch!
-
Nasty!
(Tuts)
-
That's got to hurt.
(Woman exclaims)
-
lt's a bad game, dude.
-
(Both moan and yell)
Brings out the worst in people.
-
(Passionate yelling escalates)
-
JABBER: No! No!
-
l'll do anything!
l'll come to your meetings!
-
l'll denounce the others!
Please!
-
Leave it here, please.
-
This cannot be happening.
-
Now, that is just
fucking going too far!
-
( CHAlNSAW BUZZES )
-
(All sing) § Oh, Father
Oh, Father
-
§ Oh, show us a sign
-
§ Your children have waited
-
§ To see... §
( WOOD CLATTERS )
-
§ The morning will come
-
§ When the world is mine
-
§ Tomorrow belongs
-
§ Tomorrow belongs
-
§ Tomorrow belongs to me... §
-
( CHAlNSAW BUZZES )
-
§ Tomorrow belongs
-
§ Tomorrow belongs
-
§ Tomorrow belongs to me
-
§ Oh, Father
-
§ Oh, Father
Oh, show us the sign
-
§ Your children have waited
-
§ To see
-
§ The morning will come
-
§ When the world is mine
-
§ Tomorrow belongs
-
§ Tomorrow belongs
-
§ Tomorrow belongs to me... §
-
Time to pay the rent...
arsewipes.
-
( CHAlNSAW BUZZES )
§ Tomorrow belongs
-
§ To me. §
-
(Crowd cheers and applauds)
-
(Woman sings)
§ Should auld acquaintance
-
§ Be forgot
-
§ And never brought to mind
-
(All sing )§ Should auld... §
Fucking wankers.
-
§ Be forgot and... §
-
Look after her for me,
will you, little buddy?
-
§ Auld lang syne
-
§ For auld lang... §
l love you, man.
-
l love you too, Flip.
-
§ For auld lang syne
-
§ We'll take a cup... §
-
( MOTORBlKE APPROACHES )
-
(Screams)
-
§ Should auld acquaintance
be forgot and... §
-
Whoa! Freak show, dude.
-
§ Should auld acquaintance
be forgot
-
§ And days of auld lang syne
-
§ For auld lang syne, my dear
-
§ For auld lang syne... §
-
( CHAlNSAW BUZZES )
§ We'll take a cup
-
§ Of kindness then
-
§ For auld lang... §
l go now, yes?
-
l think so, Tiger Girl.
-
l really do think so.
-
Hai, douma arrigatou.
-
§ Be forgot
and never brought to mind... §
-
( CRASH! )
-
( CRASH! )
-
§ And days of auld lang syne
-
§ For auld lang syne, my dear
-
§ For auld lang syne... §
-
lt's us.
-
Yeah, well, l don't think
you're going to like this...
-
..very much.
-
(All cheer and applaud)
-
MAN: lf this were an environmentally
sound society, Daniel,
-
your two-litre plastic
orange juice bottle
-
would be just the right height
-
to fit your dry fettuccine
into, wouldn't it?
-
( GUlTAR SOFTLY PLAYS )
-
(Sings) § All the leaves are...
All the leaves are brown
-
§ And the sky is grey... §
But it's not, though, is it?
-
lt's an economically corrupt,
non-renewable,
-
rip the guts
out of the ecosystem,
-
toxic materialist society,
isn't it?
-
§ l've been for a walk
-
§ On a winter's day... §
-
So they make
your two-litre juice bottle
-
exactly 2.5cm too fucking short
-
to fit your dry fettuccine
into, don't they?
-
§ l'd be safe and warm
lf l was in L... §
-
On fucking purpose!
-
You do know
those things leak radiation
-
like a sieve, don't you?
-
Beginning to worry about you,
Daniel.
-
Starting to notice a severely
self-destructive streak
-
in you lately.
-
( STEADY ROCK MUSlC )
-
SONG: § l am the passenger
-
§ And l ride and l ride
-
§ l ride through
the city's backside
-
§ l see the stars
coming out today
-
§ Yeah, they're bright
in a hollow sky
-
§ You know it looks
so good today... §
-
( DOORBELL RlNGS )
-
Fuck!
-
Flip! What are you doing here?
-
He met the winner
of the Tathra wet...
-
Met the winner of the Tathra
wet T-shirt competition.
-
Whoo!
-
Started pissing down as soon as
we crossed the fucking border.
-
Poor little bastard here
nearly froze to death.
-
You should really
call your mother, Daniel.
-
She hasn't heard from you
in weeks.
-
Been doing the figures,
Danny boy.
-
l've done all the dates,
bought all the flowers,
-
had all
the candlelit dinners...
-
Been to gallery openings,
sat through the plays.
-
Expressed my feelings.
-
Came up with some new ones
l never even knew l had.
-
Said all the right things,
told all the right lies,
-
but still...still not one drop
of affection down south.
-
You do realise Lenin
wasn't actually his real name?
-
lt's a completely made-up name.
-
Like...Bono or Prince.
-
You see this wallet?
-
Apparently...rocked up
one morning
-
and said, ''Call me Lenin.''
-
$4,873 have passed through this
wallet in the past 1 2 months.
-
All of it...
-
..in the sole pursuit of women.
-
Pity he didn't hang around.
-
He could have called himself
-
'The political leader
formerly known as Lenin'.
-
So, you know what l did?
-
l got up, caught a cab
to the red-light district,
-
walked into a brothel...
-
..pulled out a $1 00 bill
-
and a very nice girl
took me into her room
-
and had sex with me
just like that!
-
l'm a convert, Danny boy.
-
A true believer.
-
Just goes to show you
what a postmodern guy he was.
-
( THUNDER CRASHES,
DOORBELL RlNGS )
-
Fuck!
-
Sammy!
-
Your mum says
you really should...
-
..try and ring her a bit more.
-
She's terrified
of commitment, Danny.
-
Commitment involves feelings,
feelings involve emotions
-
and emotions
are a fascist construct
-
forced upon us
over thousands of years
-
by the patriarchal hierarchy.
-
l'm beginning to hate
that patriarchal hierarchy.
-
l wasn't allowed to moan
-
because it sounded
like a cliche.
-
l wasn't allowed to gasp
-
because it sounded
like a cliche.
-
l wasn't allowed
to say ''l love you''
-
because it sounded
like a cliche.
-
How do you climax without it
sounding like a cliche?
-
Do you reckon l should look
-
at 'P' for prostitute
or 'E' for escort?
-
( THUNDER RUMBLES )
-
( HAUNTlNG MUSlC )
-
Make love to me.
-
Excuse me?
-
You know, berserk?
-
Gaga, talking in tongues?
-
SONG: § ls there a time
for keeping your distance... §
-
Don't you find me attractive?
-
Of course
l find you attractive.
-
Well, then...
-
Well, we're mates.
-
You can't sleep with your mates.
-
lt's one of the unwritten rules
of the moral code of mateship.
-
l didn't know
there were any unwritten rules
-
of the moral code of mateship.
-
Oh, yeah, they're...
they're the biggies.
-
No sleeping with a mate.
-
No sleeping
with a mate's girlfriend.
-
No urinating on a mate's car.
-
lt's column-of-salt
sort of stuff.
-
Sodom and Gomorrah and all that.
-
Old Testament?
Yeah, you know.
-
Plagues, pestilence,
frogs falling from the sky,
-
that sort of thing.
-
Doesn't sound too good,
does it?
-
§ ls there a time
to run for cover... §
-
l just need to feel loved.
-
l just need to feel.
-
( DARK MUSlC )
-
SONG: § l hear stories
from the chamber
-
§ How Christ was born
into a manger
-
§ And like some ragged stranger
died upon the cross
-
§ And might l say
it seems so fitting in its way
-
§ He was a carpenter by trade
-
§ Or at least
that's what l'm told... §
-
Sammy?
-
( WATER RUNS )
Sammy?
-
Sammy.
-
Oh, fuck!
-
§ And in a way
l'm hoping to be done
-
§ With all this
weighing up of truth
-
§ Eye for an eye
Tooth for a tooth
-
§ And l've got
nothing left to lose
-
§ And l'm not afraid to die
-
§ The mercy seat
is waiting... §
-
Oh, shit!
-
§ ln a way
l'm yearning to be done
-
§ With all this measuring
of proof
-
§ Eye for an eye
Tooth for a tooth... §
-
Why is 3:00 in the morning
always the hour of choice
-
to put on Nick Cave,
get depressed and kill yourself?.
-
What's wrong
with the middle of the day
-
when everyone's awake
and ready to call an ambulance?
-
What's happening to me?
-
l can't even
kill myself properly.
-
l can't do anything properly.
-
( SOFT PlANO MUSlC )
-
l'm sure if you concentrated,
-
you'd be able to kill yourself
better than anyone else l know.
-
Really?
-
You do everything
better than anyone else l know.
-
You think?
-
SONG: § And the mercy seat
is waiting
-
§ And l think my head
is burning
-
§ And in a way
l'm yearning to be done... §
-
l must look horrible.
-
You look wonderful.
-
§ Eye for an eye
Tooth for a tooth... §
-
Did you have fish sticks
for dinner?
-
Possibly.
-
You just...
-
..you sort of taste...
all fishy.
-
Should l brush?
-
§ l hear stories
from the chamber
-
§ How Christ was born
into a manger
-
§ And like
some ragged stranger... §
-
( THUMP! )
-
Your room's
very orderly, Danny.
-
One of the best we've seen.
-
How do you know my name?
-
l'll tell you
how this game works, Daniel.
-
We're the cops.
-
We get to ask the questions.
-
You're the suspect.
-
You get to complain
about your civil liberties,
-
perhaps get shot,
maybe even killed.
-
And it has
to stay like that, Daniel.
-
Otherwise, everything
falls out of balance.
-
And when things
fall out of balance,
-
you know what happens then,
don't you, Daniel?
-
Your spiritual values
start to decline.
-
You get your disintegration
-
of your social structure,
don't you?
-
The system collapses.
-
Pestilence, flood, famine...
-
lt happened to the Romans.
-
lt happened to the Greeks.
-
lt happened
to the ancient Mesopotamians.
-
And we don't want it happening
to us, now, do we, Daniel?
-
What's this, then, Daniel?
-
Toilet paper?
-
l'm a writer.
-
Pages impose
an artificial structure
-
on my stream of consciousness.
-
Well, l guess that would mean
you'd write shit, then.
-
Wouldn't it, Daniel?
-
What's going on?
-
We're the police, sweetheart.
-
Your civil liberties
are about to be violated.
-
Oh, great.
-
lf prostitution
is the rental of the body...
-
..marriage is the sale.
-
You're a sick fuck,
aren't you, Daniel?
-
What is wrong with you?
-
Haven't you got
anything better to do,
-
like chasing rapists
or murderers or something?
-
You know something
about rapes and murders,
-
do you, sweetheart?
-
Fuck you.
Sammy.
-
We refuse
to answer any questions
-
without the presence
of a solicitor.
-
You know what we usually
do to places like this, Daniel?
-
We usually torch them.
-
So that would make you
the arson squad, then?
-
(Laughs) You're a tough nut to
crack, aren't you, hard case?
-
You animals got any guns
on the premises?
-
Sure, we've got a cache
-
of paramilitary weapons
up in the attic.
-
l'll just nip up
and get them, shall...?
-
No, l reckon
you're on something.
-
What do you reckon, Stuart?
-
Put it away, Russ.
-
You lot on drugs?
Only when we can get them.
-
lf you don't cooperate,
hard case,
-
you never know
what might happen.
-
Nice tatts, man.
-
You look like a fucking
pincushion down there, mate.
-
Flip, what's going on?
-
lt's cool, dude.
Nanna's booked me into rehab.
-
(Sighs)
-
lt's a good one. They get you
to make your own bed and stuff.
-
Let's stop the clowning around,
hard case.
-
Your friend here led us
a merry chase last night
-
through numerous brothels,
two nightclubs,
-
a girlie bar and the casino.
-
Picked him up
at the blackjack table,
-
trying to order
half a dozen Asian girls
-
and a gram of speed
from the croupier.
-
We cancelled the girls.
-
Not before he whacked up over
eight-grand's worth of whoopee
-
on this, though, Danny boy.
-
That's my card.
-
lt would seem so, Danny boy.
-
Seems like you owe $7,257
in rent and damages
-
to some of our friends
in Brissy, Daniel.
-
Add that to the eight large...
-
..notched up
by your associate here.
-
Which means
you're going to need
-
the mother of all student loans
to pay that lot back,
-
aren't you, Daniel?
-
We refuse to say one more word
-
until we have spoken
to a lawyer.
-
l've had just about enough
of you l can take, arsewipe!
-
Some of our friends
own that casino, Daniel.
-
And they don't like
being out-of-pocket.
-
Makes them angry.
Makes us angry.
-
(Nervously) l need to pee.
-
Can you hear something, Stuart?
-
Put it away, Russ.
-
You know,
like a mosquito buzzing,
-
or something like that.
-
Russ! Put...it...away!
-
He needs to fucking pee,
you fascist pig dog!
-
( BANG!, THUD! )
-
Shit.
-
Big mistake, hard case.
-
Big fucking mistake.
-
Fight the power, Daniel!
-
Fight the power, lain.
-
STUART: Pity it had to come
to this, Daniel.
-
And who was to know
it was only a water pistol?
-
Excuse me?
-
The gun.
What gun?
-
Your friend pulled a gun.
We fired in self-defence.
-
Who was to know
it was only a toy?
-
Are you insane?
There was no gun.
-
You look after yourself
out there, Daniel.
-
Anything could happen,
you know.
-
And let's face it, mate,
it probably will, won't it?
-
( SlREN WAlLS )
-
l'm not your mate.
-
Maybe...
-
Maybe it was like,
you know, a Buddhist thing.
-
He denies your existence,
don't call us, we'll call you,
-
that sort of thing.
-
lt's the police, Sammy.
-
They're hardly likely to be
Buddhists.
-
They shoot first,
ask questions later down here.
-
l'm a dead man.
-
Maybe you're
just losing weight.
-
lnwards, your heart is full.
-
Outwards, your heart is empty.
-
l wasn't exactly expecting
a shower of confetti.
-
Maybe you should...move on.
-
lt might not be too sensible
-
to wait around
for anything to happen.
-
What about you?
-
l think l'll...think l'll
stick around here for a while.
-
Sort of like it.
-
(Taylor retches)
-
(Yells)
-
Best fucking night
l've had in ages.
-
Just what
is your fucking problem, Nina?
-
Nothing, Dirk.
What is your fucking problem?
-
l don't have a problem, Nina.
l'm just making toast.
-
Well, l'm just unpacking
the shopping, Dirk.
-
(Sings) § All the leaves are...
All the leaves are brown
-
§ And the sky is grey... §
-
You're fucking insane.
You're a fascist bitch.
-
You're the fascist, Dirk!
-
l am not a fascist, Nina.
-
§ l went for a walk
-
§ On a winter's day
-
§ lf l didn't tell her
-
§ l could leave today... §
-
That's the biscuit shelf, Nina.
-
This...is where
the pineapple chunks go.
-
That's the biscuit shelf, Dirk!
-
Scotch fingers, Tim Tams,
Tiny Teddies...
-
This is the pineapple shelf.
-
lt always has been, and always
will be the pineapple shelf.
-
You're a crazy,
lying, anorexic...
-
..praying fucking mantis
evil witch!
-
Danny, l demand
we have a house meeting.
-
§ California dreaming
-
§ On a winter's day... §
-
( BUZZER SOUNDS )
-
Sammy!
-
What are you doing here?
-
Heard you had a spare room.
-
You really should
ring your mum, you know.
-
l think she misses you.
-
Tuesdays and Thursdays,
Danny puts out the rubbish.
-
Mondays, Wednesdays
and Fridays,
-
Dirk cleans the bathroom
and the kitchen.
-
Saturdays and Wednesdays,
new person...
-
..that's you...
-
vacuums the house,
including all the bedrooms.
-
Taylor cooks
when he's not on night shift,
-
Uptight does it when he is.
-
And everyone's banned
from writing each other
-
into their novels, plays,
film scripts, websites
-
and all future technologies.
-
What about you? What do you do?
-
l don't have
to put up with this.
-
l have an audition
in the morning.
-
Don't know what you see in her.
-
She's not very attractive.
-
Welcome to hell.
-
SAM: At least it's warm.
-
( BUZZER SOUNDS )
-
Mr Corcoran?
-
Excuse me?
-
l'm with the William Macey's
hire-purchase division.
-
Just wondering if
a Robert Corcoran lived here.
-
Come on in.
-
You're number five for the week.
-
Forming a club here
for people chasing Mr Corcoran.
-
And you are?
-
Bragg. Billy Bragg.
-
Pleasure to meet you,
Mr Repo Man.
-
Drawer of the living dead.
All for Mr Corcoran.
-
Doesn't take a rocket scientist
to figure it out.
-
Fake lD, phone account,
broker a line of credit,
-
stakes back to us, bingo.
-
There is no Mr Corcoran.
-
Probably never was.
-
lf work calls,
l've had a car accident.
-
lf uni calls, l'm in Melbourne
on a research trip.
-
lf Mum calls, l'm gay
-
and fucking my sister
over at her place.
-
And if Joey calls,
-
l'm still using the computer
so he can go and get fucked!
-
You know, if you all watched
more daytime soaps,
-
you'd understand much better
what l go through
-
every day of my life.
-
The ups and downs,
the highs and lows...
-
How about a nice cup of tea?
( DOOR SLAMS )
-
( BUZZER SOUNDS )
-
(Sighs)
-
Fuck!
-
Your mother seems very nice.
-
You really should speak to her
a bit more often.
-
Mr Corcoran, l presume?
-
Do..stoevski.
-
ltalian name, is it?
-
That old Corcoran
sure does love to shop,
-
doesn't he, Feodor?
-
And he ain't finished
with us yet.
-
Not by a long shot.
-
He's got your Amex, your Visa,
your MasterCard, Diners Club...
-
..hell, even
your Grace Bros card's
-
up there in the top five.
-
You're too sensitive.
-
You feel too much.
-
Why do you always
have to feel so much?
-
Why do you always
have to wear black?
-
l am in mourning for my life.
-
This is Sydney, you know. They
do things differently here.
-
Nobody cares
about my problems, do they?
-
Nobody cares about how
l was raped by my uncle at 1 4,
-
or how my psycho ex-boyfriend
-
slept with my arch-nemesis
from drama school!
-
Do you always have to flirt?
-
You flirt with anything. You'd
flirt with a rock if you could.
-
l find it natural.
-
Well, try to suppress it.
-
l think you're being weird.
-
Not as weird as you.
-
When it comes to weird,
l think you take the cake.
-
l am not weird.
-
Nice tea, Feodor.
lt's lndian, l think.
-
Biscuit?
Mmm.
-
l don't want to talk anymore.
-
l've had a cunt of a day.
-
lt's not cheap, you know.
Bulimia's not cheap, you know?.
-
A real cunt of a day.
-
'Crime and Punishment'
and...what was the other one?
-
'The ldiot'.
-
l'll keep an eye
out for them, Feodor.
-
But l'll tell you,
-
you'll never be a successful
writer with titles like that.
-
This is Sydney. You've got
to be more upbeat, you know?.
-
l want those creatures
out of my house!
-
( FUNKY MUSlC )
-
(Women passionately moan)
-
( FOOTSTEPS APPROACH )
-
( KNOCK AT DOOR )
-
What?
-
May l?
-
We are not
too loud for you, are we?
-
You know,
we were just having fun.
-
How's the patriarchal hierarchy?
-
How is...how you say?
-
Your stream of unconsciousness?
-
(Sighs)
-
You sure we're
not too loud for you?
-
Not a problem.
Knock yourself out.
-
l had better go.
-
(Women squeal and laugh)
-
Fuck.
-
( GLASS SMASHES )
Look what you've done!
-
Jesus Christ!
-
( KNOCK AT DOOR )
-
l'm sorry. We broke the lamp.
-
Look...
-
l don't care
if you break your skull
-
and your fucking little brains
-
come seeping out
onto the carpet.
-
l just want to be left alone.
-
l want to be...
-
..going berserk.
-
l want to be
talking in tongues.
-
l want to be...gaga.
-
l'm sorry.
What for?
-
lt didn't mean anything.
Spare me the cliches, Danny.
-
l'm a parody of myself,
remember?
-
No-one can hurt me.
l have no feelings, remember?
-
Feelings
are a fascist construct.
-
No!
-
l don't see why
l should suffer just because
-
you two were beaten as children
and forced to eat dog food!
-
She's a chaos freak, Danny.
-
lt's like the antimatter
equivalent of a control freak.
-
She needs to inject chaos
into any given situation...
-
..doesn't care
about the outcome.
-
Just the trouble
she causes for everyone.
-
l am Bajorian,
she's Cardassian.
-
She bites. l bite too.
-
What?
-
lt is from 'Star Trek'.
-
Cardassian...and Bajorian.
-
They are two life forms that
try to be kind to each other,
-
but they can't help
their nature.
-
Like the frog and the scorpion.
-
You know this tale?
lt is Greek.
-
Look at yourself.
You're not even upset.
-
You don't even know
how to get upset.
-
l just...don't want to be
in love with anyone right now.
-
lf you want to,
just sleep with her.
-
l really don't
give a shit anymore.
-
l don't want to sleep with her.
-
Yeah, right!
-
Don't...
-
..touch me.
-
Just don't.
-
Where are you going?
-
You know, Danny...
-
..whatever happened
to your moral code of mateship?
-
Oh, l reckon
those rules were written
-
more with football buddies
in mind.
-
One day, Danny,
-
you're going
to wake up old and grey...
-
..in a house
full of dumb kids...
-
..living off fish fingers,
-
bucket bongs
and social security.
-
You'll wake up, and it's
going to hit you like a fist...
-
..right in the middle
of your stupid-looking face.
-
You're going to wonder
whatever happened to your life.
-
( TECHNO MUSlC )
-
Well, l hope you're all
-
extremely satisfied
with yourselves.
-
My boyfriend
now thinks l'm gay.
-
My mother thinks
l've been in a car accident.
-
My boss thinks
l'm in Melbourne.
-
And someone told my uni tutor
to go and get fucked.
-
TV: What are you
feeling right now?.
-
Desire.
-
Yes.
-
She said
we never talked anymore.
-
She said
l never reveal of myself.
-
They are all very fit,
aren't they?
-
They are all very, very fit.
-
Look at this crap!
-
Look at all the fat,
ugly whores that get on TV.
-
Why can't l get on fucking TV?
-
How can l reveal of myself?.
-
What is there to reveal?
-
The little man
behind the curtain
-
pulling all the strings?
-
Who wants to see that?
-
l've been to drama school.
l am a bit of a babe, aren't l?
-
''That's who l am, Gail.
-
''That's what l am,
right or wrong.
-
''l can't change that.''
-
Al Pacino.
-
l love that man.
-
My pathetic life
consists of sitting around,
-
waiting for imaginary
acting jobs to materialise,
-
eating myself stupid
and throwing up
-
in the middle of the night.
-
Well, l'm sick of it,
l tell you!
-
l'm sick of it!
-
l have something to declare.
-
l'm gay.
-
Do we have any lollies?
-
l said l was gay.
-
l'm...gay.
-
That's nice, Dirk.
-
lt is obvious, really.
-
Always thought you were.
-
l'd just like to say
that l've got a problem
-
with you all accepting my
homosexuality without question.
-
No wonder
my suppressed heterosexual side
-
is in a spin all the time!
-
You all thought l was gay, even
when l was fucking straight!
-
Dirk, we think it's great, mate.
-
What's so fucking great
about being a poofter, Danny?
-
Nothing, Dirk, just...
-
..finish the bathroom.
-
That's just
fucking typical, Daniel!
-
l'd like to declare l've got
a problem with that too.
-
You want me to put on
a fucking pink apron, Danny?
-
You want me to put on
the fucking washing-up gloves
-
and lick the boots
-
of the hetero-fascist
sterility conspiracy thing?
-
No fucking way, pal!
-
l'm not
some mincing fucking queen,
-
lick the boots
of you hetero fucks!
-
''Oh, give the fag some
hetero foot massage routine
-
''when he comes in.''
-
Bullshit!
-
Gay men are dying, Danny.
-
And you want me
to clean the bath.
-
Dirk, just forget it, mate.
-
You don't mean that,
do you, Danny?
-
What you really mean is,
-
''All you filthy
little arse bandits
-
''should be nailed to a tree.''
-
lsn't that so, Danny?
-
(Sighs)
-
Dirk,
-
this newly installed
sophisticated gay radar of yours
-
is picking up
shit from the cosmos
-
that just ain't fucking there.
-
l've got my own shit
to worry about.
-
l've lived
in 49 shared households
-
in what seems as many years.
-
l've been ripped off, raided,
-
threatened, burnt out, shot at,
-
cheated on, scabbed
in every one of those years.
-
My beds are foam slabs
on the floor.
-
My cupboards are stacks
of stolen milk crates.
-
l've lived
with tent-dwelling bank clerks,
-
albino moontanners,
nitro suckers,
-
psycho fucking drama queens,
acid eaters,
-
mushroom farmers,
fucking brothel crawlers,
-
fridge pissers,
hard-core separatist lesbians,
-
and obscurely
tiger-throated Japanese girls!
-
And now the best friend l've
ever had in the fucking world
-
won't even fucking talk to me!
-
l'm in a psycho fucking
nightmare from hell,
-
and l'm fucking fed up with it!
-
(Quietly) So, l suggest, pal...
-
..that you tune in...
-
..and chill fucking out.
-
Nobody asks me
about my problems, do they?
-
Nobody asks me
about my loopy parents
-
and their endless
fucking divorce case.
-
l've got to give evidence,
you know.
-
They've both subpoenaed me,
you know.
-
l didn't know.
-
You didn't ask...
-
..did you?
-
They're very, very fit.
-
You have to admit
they're very, very fit.
-
Dirk's gay.
-
l always thought he was.
-
l baked some scones,
if you want.
-
lt's a new recipe.
-
( FOOTSTEPS APPROACH )
-
TAYLOR: You...you OK
in there, little buddy?
-
( POlGNANT MUSlC )
(Sighs)
-
SONG: § Who's going
to tell you when
-
§ lt's too late... §
-
Thought you might need
some supplies
-
in there, little buddy.
-
Had to make everything
flat for you.
-
SONG: § Can't go on
-
§ Thinking nothing's wrong
-
§ Who's going to drive you home
-
§ Tonight? §
-
NlNA: Fuck!
Fucking little jerk.
-
§ Who's going to pick you up
-
§ When you fall? §
-
ANYA: Cigarette?
-
§ Who's going to hang it up
-
§ When you call? §
-
There is a man
in a spaceship...
-
..floating above a planet...
-
..which is like a brain.
-
lt can read from his mind.
-
The planet recreated
his dead wife...
-
..from his memory.
-
But...she wasn't
exactly the same.
-
She was like a photocopy.
-
So, he hates her.
-
He locks her in a room
to be rid of her.
-
But she tears through the door
like if it was paper...
-
..just to be with him.
-
She loves him...
-
..but he hates her.
-
So...
-
..she tries to kill herself,
but she can't die.
-
So, she comes back to life
like the resurrection.
-
lt's only when he sees the pain
she's going through...
-
..that he's able to love her...
-
..for what she is.
-
You understand?
-
§ Who's going to drive you home
-
§ Tonight?
-
§ You know you can't go on
-
§ Thinking nothing's wrong
-
§ Who's going to drive you home
-
§ Tonight? §
( LOUD BANGlNG )
-
(Clears throat)
-
DANNY!
-
''There once was a man
who used to masturbate so much
-
''that he grew
very fond of his hand.''
-
(Laughs) Hey...
you're a writer, dude!
-
l'm a writer?
You're a writer.
-
Can't get much better
than 'Penthouse', dude.
-
( BUZZER SOUNDS )
-
Sammy?
-
Flip, what are you doing here?
-
l couldn't
handle it anymore, man.
-
lt was like the fucking army
in there.
-
When they said
l'd have to make my own bed,
-
l didn't know they meant...
MAKE my own bed, you know?.
-
Like, out of twigs and shit.
-
Shit.
Mr Dostoevski, l presume?
-
l've just been reading
one of your novels, Feodor.
-
What did you think?
-
Bit depressing, actually.
-
l was going through
a dark period.
-
Had to brush up on all my
pop culture references, Feodor.
-
Or is it Bragg?
-
Or maybe it just all adds up
to one Robert J. Corcoran.
-
Tea?
-
Letters
for the oppressed minority.
-
That's not funny, Taylor.
Gay men aren't dying, you know.
-
What exactly does it mean,
''gay men''?
-
$7,257 on rent and damages
to a house in Brisbane,
-
$8,329 owing
to a Melbourne casino,
-
and $9,392
in credit card fraud.
-
Leaves a grand total
of $24,979.
-
They are, like, very fit,
aren't they?
-
They are all very, very fit.
-
lt's a summons, Corcoran.
-
You're due to appear
at Darlinghurst District Court
-
tomorrow at 1 0am.
-
Fucking little faggot!
-
Don't be late, Corcoran.
-
You can't afford
any more fines, can you?
-
SONG:
§ Shout, ''Man overboard''... §
-
They're going
to send me away, Flip.
-
No, it's not going
to happen, man.
-
You're the only one.
-
Only one what?
-
The only one not into it.
-
lnto what?
-
Well, they said at the farm
-
that l had to find
someone who's not into it
-
to hang out with.
-
When l checked it out, man,
everyone's into it.
-
Seems like
it's an absolute must-have
-
to have on the CV, you know?.
-
And you're the only one.
-
Only one not into it.
-
They're not going
to send you away.
-
Been going through
a lot of emotions and stuff.
-
You know, like...
crying and stuff?.
-
Been thinking
a lot about things.
-
Like l was sitting in
the common room the other day
-
watching a video and stuff,
and this...
-
..video came on with a band
and an orchestra and shit.
-
And the tears just started
pouring out of me, mate.
-
l mean...
-
..the way those cloths
floated downwards and stuff.
-
Even though we didn't
hang out together much,
-
l really appreciated
you being there.
-
lt was really great.
-
You're not upset with me,
are you, mate?
-
l just didn't realise
how heavily into it l was.
-
Want to know
what the worst thing is?
-
l can't get an erection.
-
Can't get an erection, mate.
-
lt's the...medication,
you know?.
-
l love you, mate.
-
l love you too, Flip.
-
l'm going to get
something to eat. You want?
-
Oh, jeez, l got the horn!
-
( 'GOLDEN BROWN' PLAYS )
-
SONG: § Golden brown,
texture like sun
-
§ Lays me down,
with my mind she runs
-
§ Throughout the night
-
§ No need to fight
-
§ Never a frown
with golden brown
-
§ Every time just like the last
-
§ On her ship tied to the mast
-
§ To distant lands
-
§ Takes both my hands
-
§ Never a frown
with golden brown... §
-
Flip, turn the fucking TV off!
People are trying to sleep.
-
Flip, have some fucking
consideration!
-
( MUSlC STOPS )
For Christ's sake, Flip!
-
Flipster?
-
Shitload of paperwork
here, mate.
-
Shitload.
-
Must have happened right
in the middle of the Top 1 00.
-
Just like a junkie, eh?
-
He'll never know what hit
number one now, will he, eh?
-
(Snorts)
-
Typical bloody junkie.
-
Did you know he was a junkie?
-
Don't touch anything
until the lab boys arrive.
-
Never know with these junkies.
-
Mmm, you never know.
-
And don't eat the felafel.
-
( 'GOLDEN BROWN' FADES lN )
-
SONG: § Na na na na
-
§ Na na na na
-
§ Never a...
Never a frown... §
-
( MUSlC FADES OUT )
-
What's that mean?
-
Flip.
-
Flip's dead.
-
( MELANCHOLY PlANO MUSlC )
-
TAYLOR: To Flip!
ALL: To Flip!
-
SONG: § l don't believe
in an interventionist God... §
-
See you around, dude.
-
§ But l know, darling,
that you do... §
-
Just some buds, bud.
-
§ But if l did, l would
kneel down and ask him... §
-
The essentials of life,
little buddy.
-
§ Not to intervene... §
-
Greater love
hath no man, Flipmeister.
-
§ Not to touch
a hair on your head
-
§ Leave you as you are
-
§ lf he felt
he had to direct you
-
§ Then direct you
into my arms... §
-
See you, Flip.
-
§ lnto my arms, O Lord
-
§ lnto my arms, O Lord... §
-
Goodbye, strange man.
-
§ lnto my arms, O Lord
-
§ lnto my arms
-
§ And l don't believe
in the existence of angels
-
§ But looking at you,
l wonder if that's true... §
-
l love you too, Flip.
-
§ But if l did,
l would summon them together
-
§ And ask them
to watch over you... §
-
This is for you.
-
She opened it by mistake.
-
§ To make
bright and clear your path
-
§ And to walk like Christ
in grace and love
-
§ And guide you into my arms
-
§ lnto my arms, O Lord... §
-
We're off to Paris.
-
Anya says they take actresses
much more seriously over there.
-
§ lnto my arms, O Lord... §
-
l think l should
dye my hair black.
-
Wouldn't l look much more
like a babe with black hair?
-
We should go
to the Cannes Film Festival.
-
There's all sorts of producers
and directors over there.
-
l'd love to network
with those sort of people.
-
Can l borrow your phone?
-
Yeah. Can l speak
to Sergeant O'Neil, please?
-
Tell her it's about
Robert J. Corcoran.
-
(Danny plays acoustic guitar)
-
TAYLOR: lf l was gay,
-
l wouldn't be worrying
about fucking all...
-
How could you, Taylor?
(Dirk cries)
-
Everything will be alright.
-
Now there's no National voters
or footballers here.
-
TAYLOR: Oh, just trying
to do my straight man...
-
l've got something for you.
-
What?
-
Teletype paper.
-
( CAR ENGlNE STARTS )
-
What?
(Laughs quietly)
-
What?
-
( POLlCE SlREN WAlLS )
-
Do you want to get married?
-
Can't. Got to go out later.
-
l don't know if it's all
it's cracked up to be, anyhow.
-
There's just one more thing.
-
Mmm?
Berserk.
-
Gaga. Talking in tongues.
-
Well, you know. l may have
exaggerated that part a little.
-
( 'CALlFORNlA DREAMlNG'
PLAYS )
-
TAYLOR: Fore!
( WHACK! )
-
SONG: § And the sky is grey
-
§ And the sky is grey
-
§ l've been for a walk
-
§ l've been for a walk
-
§ On a winter's day
-
§ On a winter's day
-
§ l'd be safe and warm
§ l'd be safe and warm
-
§ lf l was in L.A.
-
§ lf l was in L.A.
-
§ California dreaming
§ California dreaming
-
§ On such a winter's day
-
§ Stopped into a church
-
§ l passed along the way
-
§ Well, l got down on my knees
§ Got down on my knees
-
§ And l pretend to pray
§ l pretend to pray
-
§ You know
the preacher liked the cold
-
§ Preacher liked the cold
-
§ He knows l'm gonna stay
-
§ Knows l'm gonna stay
-
§ California dreaming
§ California dreaming
-
§ On such a winter's day
-
( FLUTE lNSTRUMENTAL )
-
§ All the leaves are brown
§ All the leaves are brown
-
§ And the sky is grey
-
§ And the sky is grey
-
§ l've been for a walk
§ l've been for a walk
-
§ On a winter's day
-
§ On a winter's day
-
§ lf l didn't tell her
§ lf l didn't tell her
-
§ l could leave today
-
§ l could leave today
-
§ California dreaming
§ California dreaming
-
§ On such a winter's day
§ California dreaming
-
§ On such a winter's day
§ California dreaming
-
§ On such a winter's day. §
-
TAYLOR: Fore!
-
(Frog croaks)
Shit.
-
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