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I'm Sandy Upman.

- He's funny.

- I'm sure he is.

- G'day.

Hello!

- Are you a friend of Glenda's?

- Yeah.

I didn't know

Glenda had any friends.

We're going for a walk,

wanna come?

- Uh... Yeah.

- Let's go.

- It's so funny.

- You want to check out the river?

- Yeah, is it far?

- I'm skipping.

- Yep.

- Come on.

Wait, wait,

he's just come out of the house.

...I don't believe it, Glenda Lake.

Yeah, and they say he was wearing

her dressing gown.

No, he didn't look

like he was from outer space.

He didn't look bad at all

if you ask me.

Excuse me, Dave, but how many times

did you actually go out with Glenda?

It's got nothing to do with that,

has it?

I just don't trust the guy.

Yeah, right.

In a city suburb yesterday,

a man took to the skies.

...out of his own backyard.

Experts believes last night's storm

swept him west toward the desert.

How long has it been

since she went to Uni, anyway?

Oh, I don't know, Dave.

But who knows what happened

when she was away?

Give me a break.

- It's just down there.

- Okay.

- See you, have fun.

- Bye.

- Have fun.

- Thanks, see you later.

- Hi, Dave.

- You're going to town?

I just love this one.

Hi, Alice.

Oh, I was just coming back.

Hey, I mean it.

Give us a break.

If I get another ticket,

I could loose my license.

I need my car for my job.

My kids won't eat.

I already wrote it, Mr. Furco, it's an

official document. I can't take it back.

Oh you, miserable cow!

Why don't you get a life? Don't you

have anything better to do, eh?

- Don't you?

- You haven't heard, have you?

- What, Darren?

- Glenda's got much better things to do.

- Don't you, Glenda?

- Oh yeah? Like what?

- She's got a gentleman friend.

- Glenda?

I didn't know you had a bloke

tucked away, Glenda.

- You never know now, do you?

- Glenda's got a bloke?

- Yeah.

- You're kidding me.

- How much are you paying him?

- Bet he gets free parking?

So did he come to take you

to the ball, Miss Lake?

Yeah, as a matter of fact, I did.

G'day.

There's no way I'm going. Forget it.

What's the problem?

I don't even know who you are.

- Does it matter?

- What do you mean, does it matter?

Maybe it's not that important.

Hey.

G'day.

What if you're a crim? What if

you just broke out out of Grafton?

If you are,

I'll have to turn you in.

Maybe Dave was right.

Maybe you really are from outer space.

Maybe I am. But I thought I was

an old professor of yours.

- Yeah right.

- Well, you started it.

I know but...

Did you see the look on their faces

when I said we were going to the ball?

You wouldn't wanna shock 'em

by actually showing up.

Hmm?

Oh! No, I couldn't. God, my parents

had some weird clothes.

Oh, that's great.

Look at that.

No, I couldn't wear that.

It's beautiful.

I better find you something.

Think this will fit?

I'm amazed

my dad even had a suit.

And these trousers to match.

- Yeah, that'll work.

- Oh yeah.

You look quite suave.

"Suave"?

Never been called that before.

Can I use this?

- Maybe this is not such a good idea.

- Come on.

Glenda, look at you.

You look absolutely gorgeous.

And you look good enough to eat.

- Professor, this is Maggie Pike.

- Hi, Glenda.

And Sonya Tims,

our high school headmistress.

- How do you do?

- And Meredith Butcher, our local MP.

Dick and Debby Lleyton

from Lleyton's Department Store.

- G'day, Professor.

- I am not actually a professor.

- Just a senior lecturer.

- Ooh!

But philosophy is just a foundation, don't

you think, Professor?

Yeah, but to build a good house,

you need a good foundation.

Well said.

And a good foundation

needs to be dug.

...at least half as deep

as the height of the house.

I didn't know you went to Uni,

Glenda, what did you study?

- Art History.

- Oh really?

- History of art, eh? Good.

- Exactly.

She was pretty wild back then.

She even did some nude modeling.

...for the life drawing classes,

didn't you?

- Nude?

- Yeah.

Watch it now.

Here comes Big Jim.

Bloody hell, Glenda, you scrub up well.

Who's your friend?

Professor, meet Clarence's leading

mover and shaker, Jim Craig.

- G'day, mate.

- And Sandra Craig.

- And Linda, Jim's daughter.

- Charmed, Your Majesty.

Oh, man, this bloke is good.

Excuse me, could I possibly

have this next dance?

- Go on, go ahead, go on.

- Yeah.

I'll look after your man for you.

Off you go, ladies,

go have your drink.

So, Professor?...

- Danny... Daniels.

- Professor Daniels?

Glenda's actually having fun.

They all call me Big Jim,

but I started out as a little bloke.

- Is that right?

- Yep...

...worked my way up the hard way.

Which is more than I can say

for old toffee-nose over there.

I'm gonna give the little blokes

a big voice.

That's my campaign slogan:

"Big Jim Craig. A Big Voice

for the Little Bloke. "

Sounds good.

So how's the campaign going?

Not bad. You see, the thing is

everyone knows who I am.

But they don't really know me.

Maybe you should have

a pancake breakfast.

A what?

Big pancake breakfast out in

the car park. Lots of tables.

Invite the whole town. Serve everyone

yourself. Get to know them.

"Big Jim's Pancake Breakfast. "

I like it.

I like it a lot.

And listen, Professor,

could you give me hand?

- Hello, handsome.

- Hello.

Just look at her dance, eh.

She is a wonderful woman.

She never mentioned you before.

I'm surprised.

You just turn up

out of the blue, eh?

- Dave, go easy on the bloke.

- I'm just talking to the bloke.

May I?

Stars shining bright

above you.

Night breezes seem

to whisper, "I love you"

Birds singing

in the sycamore tree.

Dream a little dream of me.

Say nightie-night

and kiss me.

Just hold me tight

and tell me you miss me.

While I'm alone

and blue as can be.

Dream a little dream of me.

Stars fading,

but I linger on, dear.

Still craving your kiss.

I'm longing

to linger till dawn, dear.

Just saying this...

Uh-oh!

Bombs away!

Mmm.

Keep them coming.

Keep 'em coming.

Thanks, mate.

Great, there you go.

- Hey, Jim.

- Thanks, mate.

Good morning, good morning,

good morning.

Here, one for you.

Good to see you here.

- Good on you.

- Come on.

- Hi, Glenda.

- Hey, hello.

Your friend has really livened

things up around here, hasn't he?

Mm-hmm, sure has.

Manna from Big Jim Heaven.

Feed the whole family.

- Hey, you up for a drink?

- No, thanks, Jim, that's great.

Good on you, eh.

It's nice to be getting served

by him for a change, isn't it?

Usually he wouldn't give you

the steam off his own piss, eh?

That right, Big Jim?

Hey, Maggie,

got some big stacks there.

Go, Danny!

That's the way.

This is fantastic, Professor.

I want you to run my whole campaign

for me. The whole bloody show!

Hello, Lismore University.

Can I have your

records department, please?

Because you told everyone

I posed nude...

Darren tells me he wants to start

life-drawing classes.

No way,

and he wants you to model?

No, he wants to model.

And a lot of women are interested.

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