| Jack: |
Gran can drive but when I got my L’s I drove her around and built up me hours so I could get my opens. Now I have my P’s, I’m still the taxi. I don’t mind though, I like driving around, total freedom. I love it. |
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Most of the time Gran’s quiet but she likes AC/DC, we listen to it in the car all the time. |
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She’s the best gran ever. She doesn’t even get the shits with grandad. |
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That old bastard pissed off and left us, you see. Too busy chasin’ some uppity old bitch with a pacemaker, perky titties and a bank account full of holidays and botox. |
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And good riddance to the knobby-kneed bastard. Hope he gets piles on his piles and the mongrel has to eat soup for the rest of his life. |
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I hate soup. |
| Sue: |
Say what you really think. |
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I did. |
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I just get frustrated. I don’t get why he left us. |
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Not again … |
| Sue: |
What? |
| Jack: |
Here he comes. |
| Sue: |
Who? |
| Rob: |
G’day, Miss. |
| Sue: |
Rob! |
| Jack: |
Piss off, I’m trying to tell me story. |
| Rob: |
Calm down. |
| Sue: |
This isn’t your class, Rob. You’re in the next room. |
| Rob: |
Yeah! But I want to be in this one. |
| Jack: |
Ya can’t. |
| Rob: |
Dave was right … you’re nothin’ but a sookie bogan. |
| Sue: |
Rob! |
| Rob: |
Come tarpin’ sookie bogan. You might grow a couple while under the tarp. |
| Jack: |
Just like you didn’t? |
| Sue: |
Enough, boys. |
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Time to go, Rob. |
| Rob: |
Five o’clock Saturday, after the footy. |
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We’ll be in the park opposite the pub. Even if it’s rainin’. |
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Don’t worry, Miss, I’m goin’. |
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| Sue: |
Piles on piles, eh? |
| Jack: |
Yeah! Mum and Gran are going on the community bus early tomorrow for the weekend. They’re going to the Goldie for a night out and lots of shopping. They’re really looking forward to it. |
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Those two’ll run riot down there. |
| Sue: |
Are you going? |
| Jack: |
Nah! Benny Boy’s going to show me his secret fishing spot down south head near Rocky Bay. |
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| Sue: |
You okay? |
| Jack: |
Rob … the bloke’s a flog. |
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Just like his old man. |
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The thing is, Sue … even if I was a bogan, so what? Being a bogan doesn’t mean you don’t have values or you’re not loving or you don’t keep the house clean. |
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People’ve got that all wrong. Rob-the-knob’s got it all wrong. The only reason he calls us bogans is because we’re from the bush, we’re a bit different and we don’t have our own business like Dave. |
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He’s never met Mum or Gran and he’s never been in our house, so why does he think we’re not good enough? |
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And I don’t know why he’s always talking himself up? |
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His life isn’t more valuable than mine … or yours or anyone’s. |
| Sue: |
All lives matter? |
| Jack: |
I didn’t mean it like that. |
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But, yeah! I know what you’re sayin’. |
| Sue: |
Tarpin’s not for you. |
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It’s not for anyone. |
| Jack: |
I’m not scared. |
| Sue: |
I didn’t say you were. |
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I’m saying it’s dangerous. |
| Jack: |
Don’t worry, Sue … I won’t do anything stupid. |