03x07 - Is That All There Is?

[bunniefuu]

So, you got a fun day ahead?

- Yeah. Funerals are fun.

It's all right.

I mean, she was my grandma,

but she was also an arsehole.

Okay, well, I think I win

'cause, uh, I'm finally putting
Mum in the nursing home today.

Which is just so, so sad. Hmm.

I so wish I could help
or, like, be there for you.

- Thank you.
- I don't know.

Hey, at the risk of sounding,
um, unromantic or whatever,

uh... wh...

- Where do you think we're at?
- Um...

'Cause, you know, I feel like
we're dancing around it a bit

and I don't wanna
assume anything.

- But...

..I'm really enjoying
hanging out with you again.

Yeah, so am I. I've just...

I've been waiting
for the dust to settle a bit

or whatever that means.

What does that mean?

What does that mean?

It's just such a big time
for us both, you know,

and, um, like,
I just wanna start it right.

I just wanna... I just wanna
get it right this time.

- Okay.
- Life's long, you know?

There's no rush, is there?

- Okay.
- On your right!

I just, um...

Oh.

Oh!

- Oh.
- Okay.

I see. Wow.

- Hey, David. Hi.
- Hi.

So this is it, then, huh?

You two.

You three.

Hey... Hello.

- It's...
- Hey.

..not really what it looks like.

- Isn't it?
- I mean...

It's not not what it
looks like, I guess.

I can't do double negatives.

She doesn't owe you...
You don't have to...

It is what it is, man.

But what is it?

- We're friends.
- We're together.

We are togetherly...

- We're friendly together.
- ..friends.

With a dog.

I thought you said you
couldn't be friends with exes.

What are you doing here?

Just, uh, crushing my BP.
BP. PP. Personal best.

No, in Sydney, though.

No, in Sydney, though.

Oh, the, uh,

trout farm's really
popping off, actually.

Yeah, a lot of fish in Tassie

are all messed up with
antibiotics at the moment,

so people are searching
for clean fish.

And, uh, you're looking at it.

- That's awesome, man.
- Yeah.

- Congrats.
- It is, actually.

Thanks.

Would've loved to have
done it with you, though.

Guess I'll be the one
that got away, huh?

- It's a fishing reference.
- Fish, yeah.

- I got that. I got that, yeah.
- Oh, yeah. I did too.

That is a widely known
expression.

But by the same token, you know,

there's plenty more fish
in the sea.

Not as many as you think,
Gordon.

Not with the unsustainable
fishing practices

out there today.

Yeah, right.

Yeah, sorry. I don't know
what I was thinking.

Well... I guess I'll see ya.

See ya.

See ya.

Nobody jogs that fast.

Is Dad here yet?

He's having
a little quiet moment.

He's grieving, darling.

Okay.

I kind of just assumed
she'd live forever.

Oh, it's a tricky relationship,
the mother-in-law.

But the rate you're going,
you'll never have one.

She was your ex mother-in-law.

You called her
a pig in lipstick.

She's family, darling,

and you have to show up
for family once they're dead.

Oh, my God. Oh, God.
Ooh! Sorry.

I couldn't pay for parking.
None of the cards worked.

- Why?
- It doesn't matter.

Oh! There she is!

I don't know what you're
talking about, Lynelle.

She looks fabulous!

- Hi, Dad.
- Hello, darling.

So, how's university?

I'm a doctor, Dad.
Told you that.

Oh, yeah, yeah, no,
that's what I tell everybody.

Wow, she's so grown up.

Wow, she's so grown up.

- One of us had to be.
- Oh!

Insulting me
at my own mother's funeral!

Oh, she'd be so proud of you,
the old b*tch.

- She wasn't much of a looker.

You'd have to tie a lamb chop
around her neck

to get the dog to play with her.

How dare you!

I'm sorry.

- Anyway, shall we, ladies?
- Oh.

Oh, not exactly a full house,
is it?

Then again, all her friends
are dead, anyhow.

She's probably sitting with
them all in hell's food court

playing 'find the fatty'.

Oh, you're terrible, Lilibet.

Hey.

Hey, Mum!

Hey? Made it all good for ya.

The telly's here,
controller's over here,

and it's got a cord too,
which is good.

That means you'll never lose it.

And the chair's
in the power pozzie. Hey?

Looks great, Heav. Good job.
It's a good job.

Hello, boysy. Hmm.

It's a f*cking
sh*thole. Not happy.

It's a f*cking
sh*thole. Not happy.

There's no way
this is 75,000 a year.

Where's Kingo?

We rehomed him, Mum, remember?

Why?

'Cause he's a f*cking
Great Dane, Mum.

There's no way
he's gonna make the cut.

Have you seen any other
low-key horses around here?

Hey, Mum, this is good.
Here, look at this.

You've got Scrabble on Tuesdays.
You love Scrabble.

And you've got, uh,
Golden Oldies Cinema Wednesdays.

You get a free choc-top.

That's pretty good.
Don't you reckon?

f*cking hard to keep
the vibe up in here.

Yeah, better than
at my house, though.

The kids are f*cking losing it.

What? Is Katie still not back?

She's gone f*cking mental.
Have you seen the Facebook post?

Uh, no, no.

Ah! She's hacked my Facebook.

She's posted, "I'm a sh*t dad

and my d*ck
looks like an acorn."

f*ck, I haven't posted
anything in years

and all of a sudden,
I drop that f*ck' clanger.

Right. So where is she?

Still shacked up
with this netball guy.

Can't believe it.
She hates netball.

Open the curtains, love.

Yeah, yeah, sorry, Mum.

Nursing staff to the cafeteria.

Nursing staff to the cafeteria.

Nursing staff to the cafeteria.

They said Garden View.
This is bin view.

This is f*ck' bullshit.

I'm gonna go and speak to
someone. I'll be back, Mum.

I'm sure it's better
from the bed.

I'm sure if you... lie down...

Oh, there's old mate.

Nah, okay. Doesn't matter.

We'll sort it out.

How's Chelsea?

She's...
We actually broke up, Mum.

Oh, Gordy!

Why?

Nobody's perfect.

Um, I've actually been seeing
a bit of Ashley. Remember her?

She's the one who broke
your heart, though, Gordy.

She did, yeah.

Do you still love her?

I... I might.

I don't know, I don't know.
I'm still figuring it out.

I think I do too.

What's that?

A cup of tea would be lovely.

Um...

Hey, Mum, you'll be okay here,
won't you?

Hey, Mum, you'll be okay here,
won't you?

We'll wait and see
what your father has to say.

Yeah, okay.

I'll get you some tea.

Yeah, she was...
she was firm but fair.

Mostly firm.

She was quick
with the wooden spoon,

but, um, never left a mark,

so... hard to prove.

Yeah, but, you know, um,

you couldn't say that
she wasn't punctual.

Yeah, and she was, um...

- Two. Two.
- ..a very well...

- ..put-together lady.

- Always looked nice, so...

Anyway, um, I think that
my dad, Stuart, her son,

would like to take it away,
so...

I'll take it from here.
Don't go anywhere, Ash.

- You know...
- Oh.

..my dear old mum,

she was famously not well-liked.

It's true.

We had to tie a lamb chop
around her neck

just to get the dog
to play with her.

You know, Mum would have hated

a room full of sad sacks
at her send-off,

a room full of sad sacks
at her send-off,

so let's take it up a notch
a bit, shall we?

Hit it.

♪ "Is That All There Is" ♪

I remember
when I was a little girl.

Our house caught on fire.

I'll never forget the look
on my father's face

as he gathered me up
in his arms,

raced through the burning
building, out onto the pavement.

And I stood there,
shivering in my pajamas,

and watched the whole world
go up in flames.

And when it was over,
I said to myself,

is that all there is to a fire?

Is that all there is?

♪ Is that all there is? ♪

♪ If that's all there is,
my friend ♪

♪ Then let's keep dancing ♪

♪ Let's break out the booze... ♪

- Oh!

- Oh!
- Oh, God!

- Oh!
- Oh, God!

- Oh, God, Mum! Oh!

- What have you done, Ash?
- Oh!

Who the f*ck put her
in those hideous slacks?!

Which room did that one have?

Good morning to you too.

That's confidential.
The family doesn't know yet.

Can I help you?

Yeah.

Uh, I would like my mum,
Dawnley Crapp,

to be placed on a waiting list

for something
a little bit better.

We chose Garden View
from the package,

and it's a f*ck',
excuse me, bin view.

- Bin view?
- Yeah.

And if you think
we're gonna leave our mum

in a room next to a f*ck',
excuse me, rubbish dump,

you've got another thing coming.

There's a garden
next to the bins,

which is beautifully maintained.

You agreed to the accommodation
when you signed the contract.

Yeah, not happening.

Listen, I've spotted
something much nicer.

It's got a bit
of a mountain view.

It's over on the east wing.

It's nice and close
to the tea station.

That's Mabel's room.
She lives there.

That's Mabel's room.
She lives there.

How long's she got?

Excuse me?

Come on, Val. You work here.

You roughly know how long
each one of them has.

Oh, f*ck' no, thanks.

Oh, f*ck' here we go.

- Jesus!
- Yeah.

- Here we go.
- Are you all right?

What are you doing here, huh?
She's my f*ck' mum.

I'm f*ck'
checking on her.

We have... We have residents
here who are sleeping.

Checking on her!

She's checking
on the f*ck' inheritance,

more like it.

- Look at her.
- Oh, that is f*ck' rich!

Stop. Stop!

She wants to be f*ck' rich.

I've done more
for your mother...

- Oh, have ya?
- ..than you ever f*cking have.

Oh, have ya? Have ya, yeah?

And your deadshit
f*cking brother.

I mean,
she was problematic,

but, my God, she would
have laughed at that.

She had a very dark
sense of humor.

She probably would have.

Also, darling,
you were incredible up there.

You still got it.

That review in The Age
was absolutely wrong.

Oh, why would you bring that up
now, Lynelle? f*ck that review!

Uh, where's Lee gone?

Oh, he's got
his big photo sh**t today.

Oh, not weird.
Okay, um, I've got to go.

Oh, not weird.
Okay, um, I've got to go.

You're not coming to the wake?

No, Mum. I have work.

I'm not even sure why
you're going. She hated you.

She said you turned Dad g*y.

Did not.

Actually, Derek Webbers
in Grade 5 turned me g*y.

Besides, he's bisexual,
aren't you, Stuart?

How much longer
are you in town for?

Oh, just a few days, love.

I've got a cruise to Vanuatu
next week.

Three shows a night.

Actually, I've got
a lot of new material

now that I'm an orphan.

I'll probably dig up
one of those red curly wigs.

Hey, Lynny tells me that
you've got a new boyfriend

and apparently
he's got a very pretty bum.

Honestly,
if they had a child together,

it would just be a big bottom
with eyes on it.

Thank you.

Here you go, Flash.

Hey. Thank you.

Oh, oi. She's the one who's got
the Mountain Suite. Mabel.

She's been here for ages.
Any day, I reckon.

Oh, do you, mate?
Is that what you reckon?

Yes, yes, I do, Katherine.

We're fine for a cuppa.

- Oh, that's good.
- Thanks so much.

You're not gonna get your
f*cking mother a cup of tea?

There's another really nice one.

- It's called Terrace Views.
- Mm-hm.

It's got a spa,
full hoist situation,

but Pearl that's in it,
fit as a fiddle.

- I don't know why she's here.
- Dawn.

Family must be
f*cking sick of her.

- Look at this.
- I guess.

- Look!
- Oh! Ahh!

- Our cruise!

Oh, yeah, nice.

Any opportunity to remind her
who to leave the money to.

- f*ck off.
- Can you stop it, you two?

Paramedics to room nine.

Heard you dumped Chelsea.

Yeah.

Jesus, Gordon.

You're so f*cking broken.
Come on, Dawn.

Let's go find you some new mates

so we don't have to sit here
and listen to this sh*t.

Yeah, don't listen to her, Mum.
She's full of sh*t.

- Suck a d*ck.
- f*ck off.

Don't listen to her, mate.
She's not entirely wrong, mate.

I am a bit broken. As are you.

I don't think Mum and Dad had
exactly the healthiest marriage,

you know what I mean?

Mate, it's not the people.
It's marriage.

Mate, it's not the people.
It's marriage.

Honestly,
in this day and f*cking age,

how are we still trying to
flog monogamy off as a thing?

I mean, haven't we
evolved past this?

Obviously not, mate,
because people are... are meeting

and falling in love and getting
married every f*cking day.

And it looks quite nice.

- Really? -Yeah. -Does it?
- Yeah.

Do me and Katie look nice,
do we?

No.

'Cause that's how
it f*cking ends up.

I know I give you sh*t,
Flashlight,

but you've played
a smart innings, mate.

Just keep your nose clean.
Stay out of it. People change.

Women change.

You okay?

Have we done the right thing?

Mate, what choice did we have?

She was gonna set fire
to the house or flood it

or, you know, have a fall.

Oh.

I just f*cking hate
leaving her here, mate.

Come on, mate.

Ohh!

Oh, f*cking suck it up,
you c*cksucker p*ssy!

Oh, yeah! Really nice!

f*cking acorn d*ck b*tch!

No one's gonna wanna f*ck you!
d*ck cheese isn't hot, mate!

Go and trim your f*cking hooves
for netball, c**t!

- Hey.
- Alistair!

What did you do?

- Sorry.
- Excuse me?

Pearl with the nice terrace
room, she died. What did you do?

I didn't do anything, you mad
unit. She was in great nick.

Well, she's not anymore.

Oh, that's really sad.

Hey, completely unrelated.

Natural redhead?

What?!

Uh, sorry, I've just been
curious all day.

- Give it a rest, mate.
- No, I'm serious.

Yes.

Absolutely gorgeous. Spot on.

- Don't you reckon?
- Mm-hm. Yeah.

- Really goes with the uniform.
- It's lovely.

- Brings the eyes out.
- Mm-hm.

Hm.

Val, let's talk terraces, yeah?

Okay, but don't touch me.

Okay, but don't touch me.

- Yeah.

Dr. Molden,
your 4:30 is Charlie.

- Okay.
- Have you checked your email?

No.

You might wanna have a look
before he comes in.

It's from the oncologist.

Oh, bum. Okay.

Thank you. Hmm.

So that's it, then?

Well, it is more advanced now,

and so it wouldn't be so much
about treating the cancer

as it would just be
extending your time here.

No. No, no, no.

No, I'm done. I'm cooked.

Right, so you don't wanna
try any more treatment?

Well, since Emily died, I
haven't really felt like myself.

I think I'd better let it
run its course.

Go see Emily again.

Well, I'm really...

Well, I'm really...

I'm really sorry that
it's not happier news.

Please just reach out any time
if you need anything, okay?

I appreciate that.

Okay, Charlie.

If I could go back
to be your age with Emily...

..I'd give anything.

It's later than you think,
isn't it? Hmm?

I hope you find your girl again.

Me too.

And I hope she's how she was

before she put
all that weight on.

- I mean, you saw her.
- Mm.

She was massive.

Yeah, all right.

You're in great shape, though.
You go to the gym, do you?

- Um...
- Pilates?

Sometimes.

See ya.

See ya.

Well, how much is it?



Oh, Christ.

Um, okay, well,
just... just get her in there

and, um,
we'll figure it out later.

- Yeah, righto.

Yeah, mate, I'm coming!
f*ck' hell!

- Hi!
- Oh, Ashy, hey.

- Hi, Elvis.
- Hey!

- Unreal, yeah.

Oh, your phone does work.

Yeah. What's up?

I've just sent you
some texts today.

- You didn't get back..
- Sorry.

- I felt a bit like a stalker.
- No, no. I'm sorry, Ash.

It was a really full-on day
with Mum and with Heavy.

So, sorry.

Do you have time to get a drink?

I actually can't. I'm sorry.

I've gotta go to Brett's
bucks weird party thing.

Um, can you guess the theme?

Um... So, I can't.

But are you all good?

Yes, I... I am.

Yes, I... I am.

- Yeah?
- I'm good.

Uh...

And this, like, doesn't feel
like the right moment for this,

but maybe,
see, that is the point.

Like, maybe there's just...

There's no right moment.

For?

For us.

To start... again.

I've just...
I've just been thinking

about our conversation
this morning

and... I am ready.

I'm all in. Yeah.

I know... I know that's a lot.

But, um, life isn't long.

It's... very short, actually.

And, um...

So, yeah, I just...

I'm ready.

Please say something now.

- Of course, yeah.
- Yeah. Your turn.

Absolu...
That's beautiful, Ash. Yeah.

Yes. Yeah!

Can we talk more about it
tomorrow, though?

Is that... Is that...
Can we do...

- Is it all right?
- Oh, God, yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Yeah.
- Yeah, I'm around.

Yeah.

- I'm sorry. Are you okay?
- I'm so good.

- Oh, good.
- You kidding?

- Come here. Come here.
- Yeah.

Mmm!

- Okay.

- Okay.
- All right.

Text me.

- Yeah, I will.
- And have fun.

- How can I not?
- You look great.

I'm feeling good, you know?

- Come on.

I've got this going on.

A little bit of this. You know?

- Yeah, okay.
- All right.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Gordon, we're leaving!

Gordon!

- Oh, Gordy.

Oh, sh*t. Is he okay?

He's having a panic attack.

- What do we do?
- I know what to do.

- Just lie him down.
- Okay.

- Lie him down.
- Gordy, just on your knees.

- You're all right. Lie down.
- Lie him down.

- Oh, Gordy.

- Are you okay? Are you okay?

Are you okay? What are you
doing? What are you doing?

- Shh! Shh!

What are you doing,
Bretty?

I'm a weighted blanket
here to calm you down.

- You okay, Gordon?
- Yeah.

- Okay.
- Catch yourself.

Yeah.

- You ran away.
- Yeah.

- But you're okay.
- Okay.

- Yeah.
- All right?

- Oh, yeah.
- Yeah.

Now come have
small-batch whiskey.

Okay, yeah.

- And celebrate love.
- Okay.

- Okay?
- Okay.

Okay. Hop up now. That's good.

- Ooh, yeah. Hop up now.
- Leave him.

- You okay?
- He'll get up by himself.

- Will he, though?
- Yeah. Come on.

- Will he, though?
- Yeah. Come on.

- Pretty squashy.
- Brett, that was amazing.

Okay. You okay?
Oh, okay, that's good.

- I mean, that was amazing.
- Yeah.

- Whoo! Ahh. Okay.
- Ahh! That's good. Mm!

And this one. Hey, mate.
Can you get off your phone?

Yeah, yeah, I will soon.
I've gotta say good night.

- Yeah, it's Gordon.
- This is... This is fun.

- He's being a d*ck. I know.

Okay, Panicky Pete, what's...

No.

What happened?

Nothing. Nothing bad happened.

It's just she just came in

and she said that
she's all in now.

She came to your place
of work...

Yeah.

..to tell you
that she was all in

and then she left?

- Yeah.
- That's crazy.

It's not crazy.

It was just, uh, you know,
it was quite sweet.

Then why did you have
a panic attack, Gordy?

It's been a bit
of a big day, Chi.

All right?
Can we talk about you, please?

- Oh, yeah. I'd love that.
- Great.

- Okay.
- Go on.

Yeah, well,
Andre and I are housemates

who have sex with other people.

You know,
the marriage is so open,

you can hear the wind
whistling through it.

- But can I complain?
- Yeah.

- No.
- Oh.

- No.
- Oh.

I'm getting more c*ck

than you can poke a stick at.

And, you know, my three boys

have two relatively happy
parents under the one roof,

and they're none the wiser.

And come graduation,
we'll officially call it quits.

- Graduation?
- Mm-hm.

- Of the youngest?
- Mm-hm.

That's a ten-year sentence.

So, well, where do you
stand on love, then?

I think I was in it,
and... and now I'm not.

- Hey, marriage!
-

Hey, marriage!

- Oh.
- Marriage!

- Let's drink.
- Oh, yep.

- Let's drink. Come on.
- Oop-oop! Marriage.

When I cry, he comes to me.

But when I pretend to cry,
he doesn't. He knows.

- Hi!

- Oh, my baby's here.
- Hi, everybody!

Just in time! We were
just about to make a toast!

- Ooh!

- Wow.
- Wait, wait, wait.

So you...
you actually kept this dog?

So you...
you actually kept this dog?

What? Of course I did.
He's my Cillian.

Mum, you've got the same dog
as me, but able-bodied.

And you called it Cillian?

Don't go there, girlfriend.

- I'll go first.
- Okay.

To my darling dead, c**t,
b*tch, pig of a mother, Noelene.

I can't wait to see
how much the flat is worth.

- Ooh! I'll go next.

To having my beautiful family
all in one room again.

My ex-husband, Flossy,
who I will always love.

My life partner, Lee.

And my truly incredible son,
Cillian.

My twin flame.

- Hmm.
- Hmm!

- Me. Me.
- Hmm!

To the lovely policeman
who let me come home,

and who I truly believe
understood

what I was trying to achieve,

and made the whole thing
as painless as possible.

- What?
- Oh, look.

We really don't have
to rehash the day's, you know...

I had
my photography project today.

Unity and nudity.

Of course there was some nudity.

It was just... It was just
a simple misunderstanding.

It was just... It was just
a simple misunderstanding.

Apparently we're too close
to a preschool or something.

- So a complaint was made.

And...

..absurdly I've ended up on the
National Sex Offender Registry.

Sorry, what?

It sounds much worse than it is.

And the ankle bracelet
is surprisingly lightweight.

Oh, anyway,
blah, blah, nanny state.

Your turn, Ashley.

Wow, I mean, uh...

- Oh, for f*ck's...

The battery's running low.

Put that in the hole.

-

Whoo! And there... Ugh.

Why do they
make it so bloody short?

I pray, continue.

- Nah, I'm good.
- Come on, come on.

- Oh, f...
- Come on, darling.

Okay, um...

To being brave
and having no regrets.

- Ohhh! Hmm. Mmm.
- Oh! Cryptic, do tell.

It's nothing, I just...

I just told Gordon
how I feel today,

and it feels really good,

and it feels really good,

and so, yeah,
ball is 100% in his court.

- Fantastic, Ashley.
- Oh, I love it!

Yeah.

Well, where is he now?

Get him to come over!

I can't wait to meet the man
inseminating my daughter.

Stop, Dad. No, he's on a bucks.

Macho bullshit.
Why aren't you there?

Well, no, it's a whole thing.

It's, like, Elvis-themed.

- They're all in...
- Stop it.

- What?
- Stop it.

My show on the ship
has an Elvis segment.

Ohh!

I do a tribute to all the kings.

I start with Tutankhamen,

then I finish on King Charles.

Oh! I've got
the whole look upstairs.

- Oh!
- Oh.

- You simply must.
- Oh.

- No, you must. No, no, no.
- Yes.

'Cause I can do
all the temporary hemming.

Really?

No, I shouldn't. I couldn't.

Why not? They're your friends
too, darling. Hmm?

You must.

Why... why am I looking at you
for advice?

I don't know.

But I liked it.

Because when my clone
comes to me...

Okay, yeah.

..I'm going for
his solar plexus.

- 'Cause that's the weak spot.
- Is it?

- Yes, but he would know that.
- A clone?

- Yes, but he would know that.
- A clone?

- So he'd block me.
- Here we go.

- So I'd come at his kidneys.
- Here we go.

- Oh, k*ll me now.
- Ladies.

How's it going?
Oh, congratulations.

Why are you guys all dressed
as Elvis? It's so random.

It is random, and, uh,
it's our boy Bretty here,

sort of his bucks thing,

and I don't know,
his missus loves Elvis?

She calls me the King.

- There you go.
- Cute!

Our girl, Penny, here,
she's getting married.

So you guys should buy us
some drinks.

Oh, yeah?

One in three marriages
ends in divorce.

Not mine, so...

- Confident.

Roll the dice, roll the dice.

- Are you two together?
- Yuck.

- Gross.
- Oh, f*ck, no.

- Don't say gross.
- You are gross.

Ooh, defensive much?

Ooh, 23 much?

Okay, I'm 31.

- Oh. You look really good.
- I would have said...

- That's really...
- ..mid to late 20s.

- Thank you.
- Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, she's stunning.

- She's gorgeous.
- She is, yeah.

What is this? What is this?

It's your proposal fail.

f*ck! Knock it off, c**t.

- Are you right?
- What do you mean?

- They asked if you were married.
- Yeah, I'm not.

But I could be, right?
End of story.

Yeah, well, not to her, so...

No.
But it could be to her.

She came back to me,
actually, today.

- Oh, really? Okay.
- So, yeah, yeah.

She did, actually.
So, not a fail.

No offense, babe,
but she's really beautiful.

No offense, babe, she is.
I agree.

No, but she's not
gonna marry you.

You don't know.
f*ck this sh*t, man.

I might get married to her,

and if we do,
it'll be stronger than ever.

- Right.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Better than whatever
you've got going on

with your Sydney boyfriend,
w*nk*r, f*cking deck shoe,

f*cking slim-fit chino.

- Electric bikes.
- Claws out.

- Don't know what they're doing.
- Okay.

But they're probably
not wearing socks.

Okay. That's enough.

Why are boys
not wearing socks anymore?

Tequila makes him a little bit
mental, a bit mouthy.

Hey, hey. I actually kind of
like it when he's mental.

The correct answer.
That'll get you a shot.

- Thank you.
- All right.

Thanks, Daddy. Ha!

You're welcome, Mummy.

Voila?!

I love it. I love it!

See how the cape hides
the bulldog clips.

Is it silly? Is it too much?

No, darling, it's fabulous,
but, hey, that wig

costs four thousand bucks,
so just be careful with it.

- All right?

Oh! Brett just told me
where they are.

- He doesn't mind.
- Go get your man, Ashy.

- Go, go, go, go, go!
-

- Go, go, go, go, go!
-

Oh, Mummy!

You can't tell me what to do
anymore now, Mummy.

- Oh, for f*ck's sake.

- Oh, Uber's here. Bye.

Bye, love. Have fun.

Yeah. Thank you.

Ohh!

♪ Al Green's "How Can You Mend
a Broken Heart" ♪

I would like a tattoo.

- Get it on my arm.
- Oh.

Hey. Hey.

- Hmm, can you kiss me?
- Um...

No, no, no, no. Sorry, sorry.
It's okay, it's okay.

♪ I can think of
younger days... ♪

♪ When I lived for my life ♪

♪ Was everything
a man could want to do ♪

♪ I could never see ♪

♪ Tomorrow ♪

♪ I was never told ♪

♪ About the sorrow ♪

♪ And ♪

♪ How can you mend ♪

♪ A broken heart? ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ How can you stop the rain ♪

♪ From falling down? ♪

♪ Tell me, how can you stop ♪

♪ Tell me, how can you stop ♪

♪ The sun from shining? ♪

♪ Oooh ♪

♪ What makes the world ♪

♪ Go round ♪

♪ And ♪

♪ How can you mend ♪

♪ This broken man? ♪

♪ Yeah ♪