Strange Bedfellows Page #8
We're f***ed.
Well, that's the tightest box
I've been jammed into for years.
Gentlemen,
Iet's go find ourselves
some farm boys.
You two gorgeous men
couldn't tell me
where I could find
Ralph and Vince, could you?
(man)
I think they're in there.
Dad?
Just give me
five mnutes, okay?
Five mnutes.
There's Vince!
Vincent,
pretty little man.
Look who's here.
(Ralph)
Excuse me.
Excuse me, everyone.
Can I have your attention
for a mnute?
Uh...
now, I know some of you
are wondering what's going on.
And others have
probably made up their mnds
already.
But for starters,
I'd like you to welcome
from Sydney.
G'day.
(Ralph)
They're all wonderful people
who I know
you're going to love
when you get to know 'em.
Okay.
Now, I understand there's been
a bit of speculation around town
about Vince Hopgood and myself.
Well, it's nobody's business
but ours,
what goes on
between Vince and I.
We've been mates
since we were kids.
Most of you have known us
all your lives.
Crikey, we've lived and worked
amongst you for years.
That's what you should be
judging us by,
not about what may or may not
happen between us in private.
Vince has been part
in my life.
He was my best man.
He was there
when my daughter was born...
and when my wife, Helen,
passed away.
He was a tower of strength
to me.
See, it doesn't matter
who you are;
if you have one real friend
in this life,
one person you can truly trust,
then you're very lucky indeed.
Vince Hopgood has been
the best mate a man could have.
And, yes, for anyone
out there who's interested,
I love him.
I'm not ashamed
to admt it.
Did you just grab my ass?
Yeah, well,
I'm only human.
I never thought for one moment
they were gay.
Nah, not a chance.
Mateship's
a wonderful thing.
Ladies and gentlemen,
take your partners
for the ladies' choice.
[upbeat music]
Oh, gee.
My oh gee.
Well, yeah, oh, gee.
Why I love that girl.
Father, could I have
the pleasure of this dance?
Just kidding.
[laughs]
Oh, hold me,
baby, squeeze me.
Never let me go.
Oh, I'm not taking chances.
I don't know what's going on
with you and Vince,
Dad, but you're amazing.
Hey.
I love you, sweetheart.
I love you, Dad.
Oh.
Do you mnd
if I dance with this girl?
Be my guest.
But save a dance for me.
Both of you.
So where's the boyfriend?
Mm-hmm.
Ah.
Oh.
Ah! Ha ha!
Gentlemen.
Oh, Russell.
Russell.
Now, I'm going to be
brutally honest with you guys.
After our meeting today,
I have to say
I was convinced
that you two were nothing more
than a pair of crimnal jokers.
Really?
Who deserve the full weight
of the law thrown at them.
But tonight, I witnessed
something quite special:
what appeared to be an honesty
and a tolerance
that, sadly, is very rarely
displayed these days.
And then Faith came
and talked with me.
And, well, after what she said,
I don't believe
I'm likely to encounter
a tighter bond
or a stronger love
between two men
for many a day to come.
So listen.
Just stop
the silly charades, eh?
Care for each other.
If more people
in the world did that,
a far sweeter place,
don't you think?
Thank you, Russell.
And, Mr. Hopwood,
in future, get yourself
a bloody good accountant.
And good luck
to the both of yous.
Thanks, mate.
Hello, boys.
Having a fun evening?
(Vince)
Faith?
Why?
Well, no one likes
the tax department.
Oh!
Mr. Williams,
one thing.
My car needs a couple of things
doing to it.
Would that be possible?
Oh, of course, Faith.
Just drop it in.
Be my pleasure.
And, Mr. Hopgood.
I've heard a whisper
that some of the city cinemas
have got a thing
called a gold pass.
Do you have
those sort of things?
I'll make you one, Faith.
Oh, Mr. Hopgood,
you spoil me.
She is a piece of work.
Women, mate--they're
In a totally different
paddock.
Yeah, well,
we got through this.
We'll get through that.
Fabulous!
I'm not taking chances,
because I love her.
Hey, Ralph.
Half the people in town
still think I'm gay, right?
What do you reckon--
Vinnie's Massage Parlor?
Strictly for women only.
Eric will be furious.
Hey, Vince.
Huh?
You know, you do have
a nice ass.
What, this old thing?
Why I love that girl.
Love that girl.
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