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Sarah has taken Bazza to a party and is introducing him as being from Australia.
Sarah Gort Raymond. This is Barry McKenzie. He’s from Australia.
Raymond Australia! I say cobber, show us how you convicts toddle about on your heads down under.
Bazza Go and stick your head up a dead bear’s bum.
Aunt Edna is having tea with Mr and Mrs Gort in the lounge room.
Aunt Edna What a delightfully refreshing traditional old English meal that was, Mrs Gort.
Mrs Gort Thank you.
Aunt Edna And how unusual to serve spaghetti bolognaise without the taste.
Bazza and Sarah Gort are talking at the party.
Bazza Ah, Sarah, look, ah, I just got to go to the snake’s house, bustin’ to strain the potatoes.
The musicians playing at the party are all women. At the bar, Bazza has been served a cocktail.
Raymond Where’s your boomerang, eh cobber?
Bazza Go and dip your left eye in hot cocky cack.
We return to the lounge room with Aunt Edna and Mr and Mrs Gort.
Aunt Edna May I ask, do you cook your spaghetti in the saucepan or do you boil the tea in there?
Mrs Gort I’m afraid I shall have to ask cook.
Mr Gort Cook, we haven’t got a bloody cook.
Bazza is sitting near the band at the party.
Raymond Hey, you old convict bluey digger.
Bazza You know what I hope?
Raymond No, what do you hope, old chap?
Bazza I hope all your chooks turn to emus and kick your dunny down.
We return to Aunt Edna having tea with the Gorts.
Mrs Gort Oh, I wonder what Barry and Sarah are doing now? Probably waltzing around the dance floor, gazing into each other’s eyes, whispering sweet nothings to one another.
We see Sarah sitting at the party alone. We then see Bazza also at the party, leaning against a wall.
Raymond Why aren’t you with the other Aussies drinking all that Fosters stuff?
Bazza Listen, drongo, any more lip and I’ll floor ya.
Raymond No really, old chap. There’s a whole party of them in the backroom, from the local agricultural college.
Sarah sits alone, forlornly, as the band plays. Bazza enters the backroom and is happily greeted by the rest of the Aussies, who are busy opening cans of Fosters beer.
Bazza Ah, you little beauty. Human beings at last!
Person 1 How are ya, mate?
Bazza Oh, am I glad to be shot of those pommy drongos.
Person 1 Have a Fosters, ya old bastard.
We return to the quiet lounge room of Mr and Mrs Gort.
Mrs Gort I’ve heard such sad stories about these young Australians in London drinking and brawling in these vile Earl’s Court dives.
Aunt Edna Well, I can’t deny that my nephew does enjoy the occasional odd chilled glass of amber fluid, Mrs Gort. But he and his friends are real little gentlemen, and I don’t think they rely on alcoholic beverages to have a good time.
We return to a much happier Bazza at the party, drinking Fosters. Bazza and friends are singing.
I do, I do. I go down to…
Geez, I feel like all my birthdays have come at once. What a fantastic bunch of bastards.As he speaks, three men singing are sprayed with Fosters.