Mental Page #2

Now shine the light down its gullet.

I don't want to.

But you don't believe

there's anything there.

Do it, Coral. Look inside.

No.

Is that fear I hear in your voice?

Yeah.

Then tell me you believe

this is the shark that ate Harold Holt.

This is the shark that ate Harold Holt.

Good.

Now, you tell everyone else who comes in

the same thing.

Make 'em believe it too.

(Hangs up)

(Screams)

(Pants heavily)

It's a... it's a mask. It's a mask.

Ooh, ooh

Shoobie-doobie-doo.

Shoo-doobie-doo.

Hey, girls, are you livin'...

G'day, Mrs Moochmore. How are ya?

Oh, I'm fine, thank you. How are you?

Bet you want a big jam and cream

doughnut this mornin', don't ya?

SHIRLEY:
Oh. Well, no.

Of course ya do.

And an iced coffee to go with it.

WAITRESS:
An iced coffee.

- Just an iced coffee.

- No doughnut?

- No, not this morning.

Kay, Mrs Moochmore reckons she

doesn't want a jam and cream doughnut.

What are you talkin' about?

You always have

a jam and cream doughnut, Mrs Moo.

- She's pullin' your leg, Manda.

- No, I'm not.

KAY:
Oh, we'll give you two.

She's dying for one.

No, really. I...

$5.50, Mrs Moochmore.

But I... I don't want it.

What are you talking about?

Gone to all this trouble.

MANDA:
Enjoying that, Mrs Moochmore?

Oh, yes, thank you.

You want another one?

Oh... no, thank you.

- Moo.

- (Kay giggles)

- What?

WOMAN:
Shirley.

- Mm? Oh!

- What are you doing?

You promised me no more fattening foods

Don't you care about your health?

(Kay and Manda laugh)

I do. I do.

Well, if you don't care,

how do you expect me to care?

Oh, I do care. And I care that you care.

I brought the girls.

They've just been glazed.

Oh.

(sighs)

Elizabeth the 1st.

For the competition.

I'm doing Elizabeth the 1st.

Now, feel Miriam's hair.

Go on.

Nylon.

Now feel Yvette's.

Feel the difference?

Human.

I want to do Elizabeth the 1st

with human hair.

Red human hair.

Do you think, um, Jane would like

to visit me this afternoon?

Jane? Oh, I'm sure she would.

I'll pick her up after school, then.

You know, I think I will have cream.

I don't think Barry loves me any more.

What? Well, did Barry say that?

Well, then, how do you know?

He never looks at me.

He never says anything to me.

He hasn't come home for two weeks.

Barry's got a lot on his mind

these days,

what with the election coming up.

I don't blame him

for not loving me any more.

- I know I've let myself go.

- Oh, no, stop that.

- I let the girls run wild.

- Well, I've always said that.

(Tearfully) I remind people of garbage.

- Who does?

- I do!

My bins do. (Sobs)

(Sobs)

Well, use that perfume I gave you

for Christmas - that L'Air du Temps.

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