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Michelle, do you mind? Podge has to focus.

Focus?

On getting pissed?

This young man is looking down the barrel

of the national b&s ball

beer-drinking record.

Me and Podge, we really have to talk.

Michelle, please...

If Podge doesn't drink the record tonight,

he's just another loser

- with a drinking problem.

- Loser?

You seen tubby?

Billy, can you talk to these boys?

You going for the record, Podge?

He's seizing the dream.

- Good on ya, Podge.

- Thanks, mate.

What? What...

- No guts, no glory.

- You all right, 'Chelle?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

- She's fine.

You sure, babe?

Be careful, hon.

Come on, fellows. Don't go soft on me now.

Tubby!

Bless my soul.

Billy Brandish,

you inordinate pile of dogshit.

Listen, tubby...

And you've brought your lovely fiance.

Hello, prick-sniffers.

- Little arsehole.

- No, thanks, tubby,

- I've already eaten.

- Shut up.

Tubby,

Lucy is moving to Sydney.

- What?

- Tomorrow.

Big deal.

The boys and I just got dumped

because we joined the army.

She's serious. She's breaking up the team.

You what?

We're joining the army.

Well, the girls repeatedly told us to get

off welfare and get our act together.

You joined the army?

Yeah.

First Podge's brother leaves.

Then rooter's. Now Lucy. And you?

Well, you'd be welcome to join us, bill.

Can't be Peter Pan forever, mate.

You've already got enough recruits.

You lot get your own guns?

Sparrow!

Coming, Billy.

Us girls got to stick together now.

Help each other.

Can't be relying on

any of them nuff-nuffs anymore.

What about men?

We get new men.

Better men. Sophisticated.

Are you sure you're not over-reacting?

Yeah, Shazza,

where am I ever gonna find another JJ?

Are you kidding me?

Any girl who can get her picture

on the cover of babes and bows

is gonna have no problem

pulling in the guys.

You got in?

I got fifty bucks.

Yeah. See?

And check this out...

Sealed section.

I can't do that.

Come on.

You've got the prince of Monaco.

He's just a Facebook friend.

The prince of Monaco?

It's nothing special.

I just say, "what are you doing?"

And he says,

"not much, what are you doing?"

And I say, "not much,

what are you doing..."

The prince of Monaco. Panting like a dog.

New men.

- Yeah.

- Sophisticated.

Sophisticated.

F***in' oath.

You've always hated the bush,

but here you are,

taking us to a ball in a shed.

I told you, little brother,

I'm here to find me a man.

Dig the cars, though.

They're mint.

Are you sure you're not adopted?

And the girls, too, hey, sis.

Earthy. Easy.

I've done easy. Too much easy.

I'm done with easy. I want real.

Hello.

Just stay close.

Nic!

We could put gravel in her gas tank.

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