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He doesn't wanna go.

He's just bullshitting.

(Andy) Yes, he does.

What's your problem?

He's your brother, man.

Whatever.

Just don't bloody tell Mum and Dad.

Yeah, like I'm gonna say anything.

You got f***ing third?

You whacking off?

No! Nathan stuffed me up.

Billy's already giving me sh*t

about Rip getting in over ya.

F*** Ripley,

I'm better than he is.

- Danny's a f***ing d*ckhead.

- Oh, Danny's a d*ckhead.

You weren't even there,

you f***ing loser.

What the f*** was that,

you little sh*t?

F*** off. F***! Get off me!

- Call me a f***ing loser, huh?

- Yeah, you're a f***ing loser.

We're gonna play a little game

of f***ing Jesse typewriter.

- J-E, double-S. Oh, spelt it wrong.

- F***ing get off me!

- Get off!

- Don't ya like that one?

- Get off me!

- (Hawks)

(Reggie) Get off him. Victor.

(Jesse) F*** off!

- Get off. Just get off. Grow up!

- You want me to go already?

- F***ing go, huh?

- Go downstairs and chill out! Go on.

- You all right?

- Yeah.

Go downstairs and help your mother.

- Go to your mummy, third-place p*ssy.

- Victor!

And Jess, pull your pants up.

For God's sake!

(Slams door)

What have you got so much stuff for?

I got Dad coming over and all youse ever do

is eat everything up.

Got some of them nice meat pies

you like.

I'm going to Scotty's for the weekend.

- For the weekend?

- Yeah. The surf's gonna be heaps good.

No. I don't want you

sponging off them like that.

I'm not sponging off them.

Scotty invited me and Fergus.

- What you up to?

- Nothing.

You're taking Fergus to Scotty's

for the weekend?

- Yeah, so?

- What's going on?

Nothing. I'm going over to Scotty's

for the weekend with Fergus. Mum!

Just making sure there ain't

no funny business going on.

You know Mum's making dinner tonight?

Yeah, I know, I forgot.

But it's Scotty's birthday.

(Sighs) No answer.

Do you know about this?

- What?

- (Flora) This weekend.

(Whispers) Yes.

Yeah, er...

I already told you guys.

Scotty invited us at the pool.

- Right. To his house.

- (Jesse) Yeah.

We're gonna teach Fag...erm,

Fergus how to surf.

- Who's "we"?

- Everyone.

Like Nathan, Scotty, Andy.

- And whose idea was this?

- Well...

- Gramps.

- Yeah, Gramps.

- You wanna go?

- Yeah.

- Got a new pair of boardshorts.

- With what money?

Mowing lawns.

Yeah, cool. So we can go?

Oh, I don't know. I don't know.

How'd you go today, anyway?

He blew it. Sh*t!

(Reggie) Oh, great!

(Flora) Bit of paint, you'll never know.

Nathan doubled up on Jesse's wave,

got his best ride disqualified.

So he came in third and they're only giving

out two spots this year, so...

Oh.

You behave yourself over there.

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