name for it yet?
We're going to call him
the 'Woomera'.
Think about it.
''Go further, longer
with the Woomera.''
( DOOR THUDS )
l thought we said
no fucking backstabbing!
What are you talking about?
You told her!
Told her what?
Secret weapon,
talking in tongues, gaga.
We never!
What about ''all for one
and one for all''?
Male bonding, remember?
We was doing you a favour, man.
We thought she'd be impressed.
We thought she'd want a taste.
Yeah, right.
lt's going to be
fucking huge, man.
Guys are going to be
beating down my fucking door
to buy condoms with Aboriginal
tribal paintings on them.
( FOOTSTEPS APPROACH )
( KNOCK AT DOOR )
l'm not here.
( DOOR CREAKS )
Excuse me.
Do you want to get married?
We get married,
we live together.
We sit...
..and face the same direction.
We stare at the same thing.
We have conversation
that lasts no longer
than the commercial breaks
on TV.
And one day,
we wake up.
We look in the mirror...
..and we wonder what happened
to our lives.
You sure that's what happens?
There's no hope?
Very little.
Pages, uh, tend to impose
an artificial structure
on my stream of consciousness.
They don't make
teletype paper anymore.
l've already looked.
Show me your hand.
You are deeply aware
of your own sense of melodrama.
You lack faith in yourself...
..but expect faith in others.
You project your insecurities
onto everyone around you.
You reject happiness as being
shallow and superficial.
You embrace postmodernism...
..to avoid having
an original thought.
You criticise yourself
because...
..it places you
above criticism.
You desire what you hate
and you hate what you desire.
And you always have to kill
what you love the most.
You can see all that?
Nothing is new anymore.
Everything is rehashed.
Do you think there's
such a thing as human nature?
Do you think l can invite
some friends for a party?
(Exhales)
Don't see why not.
( THUD! )
DANNY: ''There once...
''..was a...man...
''..who used to masturbate...''
( DlNG! )
''..so much...''
( JAUNTY MUSlC )
(Whistles)
(Sighs) Fuck.
''John and Marjorie Lewis
''request the pleasure of
the company of Daniel Kirkhope
''to celebrate the marriage of
Jessica Kate and James Lindsay
''at the St Stephens Chapel.''
You know, there are nuances
tenth time around
that slip by you at first.
l broke bread
with these people, Sammy.
Me and Matt
swapped cooking tips.
They obviously don't understand
the religious significance
of that act.
l thought they understood me.
l thought they...
sympathised with me.
Bit selfish of them to side
with their own flesh and blood.
lt's a fucking betrayal.
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.
Roses, Danny. Roses.
Candlelit dinner,
glass of wine, bit of a spliff
and boof!
Boof.
Boof.
You old romantic, you.
She wants a party
with some friends.
l said it would be cool.
(Whoops)
You can't beat roses, Danny.
Add them to the local
all-you-can-eat salad bar
and you've got yourself
one deadly combination.
You want to get married?
Can't. Got to go out later.
Good evening.
l move in now, yes?
Yes?
l move in now?.
l'm sorry, the room is taken.
Bond.
Do we have a name?
Yes.
Your name. What is your name?
Sam. Danny.
Flip.
Jabber the Hut.
Oh! 'Star Wars Trilogy'.
Got it in one, Tiger Girl.
You, yes?
Hai! Satomi.
Satomi.
Where are we going to put her?
What do you think?
DANNY: They look different,
they talk different,
they know things we can't
even begin to comprehend.
lf that's not a sign
of an alien, what is?
He your boyfriend?
Do l look like a masochist?
They come down here,
get impregnated with our seed,
then bugger off back
to the Planet Beautiful,
where only women
are allowed to live.
l want to find that planet.
OK, Tiger Girl.
l want to live there.
Either we find the equivalent
of Colombia's national debt
in the next 24 hours,
or seriously consider some kind
of ritualised mass suicide.
What is going on out