Newcastle

Give me the bloody horn. Get out of it.

(Barks)

Oh, Andy!

My arse.

His first wave, Andy gets a nine.

Give him a nine. Give him a nine.

The boys are up.

(Jesse) Move!

Oi! Oi!

Double! Check it out!

Hey! Shitheads!

Double interference!

You get nothing! Nothing!

- (Sounds horn)

- Shitheads!

You would have got an eight

but you get fucking nothing.

- You blew my ride!

- F*ck off! It was mine!

You didn't fucking call it.

- Get fucked, Jesse.

- Prick!

You just stay the f*ck out of my way,

Nathan.

Jesse, chill out.

There's going to be another wave.

Later, faggots.

Give him a six.

Six?

Ripley?

F*ck, give him a seven, then.

I don't give a f*ck.

Shit!

You know, it ain't an ashtray.

Yeah, it ain't a toilet either,

but we still piss in it.

We're all going to have to put in

some extra time this weekend.

We've got to overhaul a big one

that's coming in.

Don't look at me. I got off.

So do some of the other blokes,

but they're still willing to put in.

Why would I do that?

'Cause this is the job

that feeds your kids now, right?

Not bloody surfing.

Yeah, you got that right.

They get every bloody cent.

I'm just trying to help you out, son.

(Foghorn)

A little too late to be playing daddy.

You know, I stuck my neck out for you.

Damn it, Fergus!

Hi, Mick. How's the water?

- Ah, it's good today, Bette.

- Good.

Who's that?

- Bette.

- (Laughs) Bette?

Hey. How long?

- Just over a minute.

- Is that all?

- Well, you're not a bloody fish, mate.

- I'm trying to build my lung capacity.

Well, just get Jess and his mates

to teach you to surf already.

Yeah, like that's gonna happen.

- (Jesse) Why the hell are you surfing?

- Uh-oh.

- All you do is f*ck things up!

- Don't even fucking go there!

- It was my fucking wave!

- (All shouting)

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