He Died with a Felafel In His Hand

Danny:
I knew this bloke once, right. And... he used to masturbate so much that he grew very fond of his hand. So much so, that he began to talk to it and he put a little face on it and he called it muriel. And after a while Muriel began to talk back to him.

Milo:
Fore!

Danny:
He would get her all doled up in make up and specially made little clothes and at night she'd go down and make intense mad passionate love to him. Anyway, one night about three am

Milo:
Cheers

Danny:
He wakes up in a cold sweat. And hears all this panting and moaning and groaning coming from the next door neighbours apartment. And he looks down at his hand, there's nothing there. Its gone. Its just this bloodied stump. So he staggers out into the hallway and he sees that the next door neighbour's doors is wide open. So he pops his head in and what does he see, on the bed, his hand, Muriel, all dressed up to the nines, make up on, going down on the next door neighbour.

Danny:
It's a true story

Flip:
Yeah, I heard tell once dudes that a guy has about 4,000 times in him before he's all used up.

Milo:
It's f***ing bullshit.

Danny:
More like forty thousand.

Otis:
In your dreams, stick man.

Danny:
Add it up, two times a day, seven days a week for what... I don't know 40 years?

Taylor:
Two times a day?

Otis:
Who the f*** gets to do it two times a f***ing day?

Danny:
Me and Jess used to.

Otis:
Two times a day, seven days a week, 52 weeks a year...

Danny:
Me and Jess used to do it five times a day.

Taylor:
For forty years? What about hangovers? What about christmas day? How the f*** are you going to do it five times on a Christmas Day while the family is sitting around carving up the turkey?

Danny:
Make up for it at night with the wife.

Taylor:
Wife? What wife? You haven't had a wife in over six months.

Danny:
I haven't got a problem getting women. I've got this thing I do that make them go gaga.

Otis:
How exactly do you mean gaga?

Danny:
Gaga. Insane, beserk, talking in tongues, you know... gaga.

Milo:
What like some sort of secret weapon?

Flip:
Some kind of weird sideways movement?

Danny:
I can't really say flip, but its pretty special. Though it could be worth a lot of money.

Taylor:
Let's just get this straight. You're 20-something years old, you have no job, no money, very few prospescts. You haven't been seen in the vicinity of anything which even faintly resembles a member of the opposite sex in over 6 months. And yet you sit here and tell us that you have some kind of special thing that makes the other side go gaga. Well if it makes them go so f***ing gaga what the f*** are you doing here with us losers?

Flip:
He's got a point there Danster.

Danny:
Well I didn't say it fixed all the emotional stuff did I?

Danny:
I'm a writer.

Sam:
There's all these words for a woman who doesn't want to have sex: frigid, uptight, cold, icy. But can you like even think of one word for a man that doesn't want to have sex?

Danny:
Dead?

Danny:
Do you ever wonder if its all a big con Flip?

Flip:
Eh?

Danny:
This. Everything. What if none of it really exists? What if its like some big experiment and we're like ants trapped in a giant petri dish? What if there is a greater intelligence out there and its creating everything purely as a way of stop us going insane on them? What if nothing really exists until we sense it? My room doesn't exist til i walk into it. Front yard doesnt exist till i experience. You don't exist.

Flip:
I don't exist?

Danny:
Well, you could be just a projection of my inner psyche materialised for my brain in order to keep me company.

Flip:
What about the cashmere sweater babes over the road, with their swishy little skirts and all? Would they be from your inner psyche or mine?

Danny:
Probably yours I reckon Flip.

Danny:
Want to get married?

Sam:
Can't, got to go out later.

Taylor:
Do you reckon I should look at P for prostitue or E for escort?

Sam:
Don't you find me attractive?

Danny:
Of course I find you attractive.

Sam:
Well then?

Danny:
Well we're mates. You can't sleep with your mates, it's one of the unwritten rules of the moral code of mateship.

Sam:
I didn't know there were any unwritten rules of the moral code of mateship.

Danny:
Oh yeah, they're the biggies. No sleeping with a mate, no sleeping with a mate's girlfriend, no urinating on a mate's car. It's column of salt sort of stuff, Sodom and Ghomorra and all that.

Danny:
Why is 3 o'clock in the morning always the hour of choice to put on Nick Cave, get depressed and kill yourself? What's wrong with the middle of the day when everyone's awake and ready to call an ambulance?

Melbourne Detective:
I'll tell you how this game works Daniel. We're the cops, we get to ask the questions. You're the suspect, you get to complain about your civil liberties, perhaps get shot, maybe even killed. And it has to stay like that Daniel, otherwise everything falls out of balance. When things fall out of balance, you know what happens then don't you Daniel. Your spiritual values start to decline. You get your disintegration of your social structure, don't you? The system collapses. Petulance, flood, famine. It happened to the Romans, it happened to the Greeks, it happened to the Ancient Mesopatamians. And we don't want it happening to us do we Daniel?

Danny:
Tyler, These friends of yours. They wouldn't be by any chance Nazi's would they?

Tyler:
I prefer to call them... politically challenged.

Dirk:
I have something to declare... I'm gay.

Danny:
That's great man.

Danny:
Catching some serious rays there, Flip?

Flip:
Moon-tanning man.

Flip:
I love you man...

Danny:
Love you too, Flip.

Jabber:
I am Jabber. I control the remote, understand?

Sam:
That's Derek. He lives in a tent in the lounge room so he doesn't have to pay as much rent as everyone else.

Anya:
[at Flip's funeral] Goodbye...strange man...

Detective:
[when the police at surveying the scene of Flip's death] Don't touch that felafel, who knows what might be in it. Bloody druggos.