Wake in Fright Page #5

- What, what?

Who's your mate?

Who? Oh, he...

Oh, that's John.

This is, uh, dick and Joe.

You're an ignorant bludger.

- G'day.

- How are you?

- G'day, John.

- How are you?

Uh, you're new to the

yabba, are you, John?

Yes. Yes.

Hmm.

G'day, Janette.

Pretty as ever, eh?

Missed me.

Tim, I'll be moving off now.

Thanks for your hospitality.

Moving off?

Where would you be going, lad?

Well, I've...

Well, I've gotta look for work.

On a Saturday?

Look, why don't

you just hang around?

We'll fix you up.

Look, just drink your beer,

sit down, stop worrying, huh?

John's got a bit of trouble,

but nothing to worry about.

She'll be right, mate.

Drink up.

- Cheers.

- Cheers.

Hey.

- Hey, Tim.

- Yeah?

I got news for you, mate.

What do you think?

What do you think?

You got piles.

No, no, no, no.

You know

Stanley's brindle b*tch?

- Yeah.

- Sold her to me.

- English bred.

- You're a liar.

It's the truth.

She's got a broken leg.

I'm not ribbing you,

mate, he sold her to me.

A great dog. A great dog!

A great dog.

Good dog.

Come off it, mate.

This'll be one of the best bloody

dogs I've ever seen after roos.

Eh?

You've gotta be kidding!

What makes a good dog?

Can I help you?

So, we let this ferret go

down the rabbit's burrow...

I studied

history and literature.

And what can you do with that

if your parents are nobody

and you have no money?

Oh, I know I can teach, but...

I'd really like

to get to england.

Well, this is bad enough,

but even Sydney, it's...

I'd really like

to get to england.

What would you do there?

Journalism.

Do you have a girl?

Yes, in Sydney.

What's her name?

Robyn.

Robyn.

What's she like?

Robyn.

Would you take her

to england with you?

Yes.

Yes.

Ooh!

- Those are Saint Mary's.

- Hey, hey, hey.

Yeah?

What's the matter with him? He'd

rather talk to a woman than drink?

School teacher.

Oh.

Then we agreed, before the game

started, there was a $5 limit.

No, there was

no agreement, mate.

Wait, wait, was that...

What's the matter with you?

There was no agreement made.

Go on, you blokes, just...

Was there any

bloody agreement made?

- I don't know.

- No.

I hate to remind

you this is my house...

You're always

bloody interrupting...

It's got nothing to do

with whose bloody house it is.

Doc Tydon, you old bastard.

- How do you know that?

- Great to see you.

Hi, boys.

Have yourself a beer,

I got five aces coming up.

If you're playing cards with

this lot, you'll need a doctor

before the night is out.

Why do you stay in Bundanyabba?

No, I'm surprised,

I mean, you're

pretty and...

And there's a shortage of

pretty girls in this town.

Ah, it's beautiful.

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