Lockie Leonard (2007–2010): Season 1, Episode 14 - Pure Poetry - full transcript
- Every now and then,
the planets change position,
for no good reason, they just do,
and suddenly life is simple.
It's as if, for once, the
whole world is speaking
a language you totally understand.
After a full-on couple of
weeks, I was back in control.
No more environment to
save, no more girl troubles.
No more complications.
Take Boof, for example,
our arrangement was simple
and easy to understand.
Boof gave me grief, I out-surfed him.
Yep, the universe had
made my life simple again.
Unfortunately, forgot to
have a word with my hormones.
- And the hip, hop, hap
of the clap of the hands
to the swirl and the twirl
of the girl gone glancing, chancing--
- Do
you think my hormones cared
I had absolutely no chance of getting back
with Vicki Streeton?
No, sorry, not listening.
- Hop, hap of the clap
of the hands to the twirl
and the swirl of the girl gone
glancing, chancing, dancing,
backing and advancing,
snapping of a clapper
to the spin out and in,
and the ting, tong, tang of the guitar!
Do you remember an inn, Miranda?
Do you remember an inn?
- Um, my name's Lockie.
- Have you been listening at all?
- No, neither have my hormones.
- So, having trouble concentrating?
- Sorry?
- Look, I realise
you must be pretty upset
about Dot dropping you.
Look, if it's any comfort,
it doesn't get any simpler
and women, girls, they're
tricky creatures to understand.
- Right, couldn't agree more.
- And they can be a major distraction,
but I find a hobby
or an interest helps, you
know, keeps you focused.
So, you're not into poetry,
you're shocking at maths,
and hopeless at woodwork,
so what else does Lockie Leonard like?
- Vicki Streeton,
but I wasn't saying that to
my ex-girlfriend's uncle.
- There's nothing else.
Just surfing.
- Got it!
Form a board riders' association,
right here at school.
Well, beats trying to get
your head around girls.
- Hold the press, Vicki
Streeton's got the lead
in the Nutcracker Suite.
- Nutcracker?
What's that about?
- It's a fairy tale romance about a girl
whose Christmas toy
transforms into a prince,
only for a cruel twist of fate
to return him to his original form.
- We should try and get to that,
make it a family night out.
- Good idea.
Family night out.
What do you say, Lockie?
- Excellent idea, Sarge.
Except I'm sort of busy setting up
this board riders' association.
- Yes, well that is
a big responsibility.
- Well, maybe next time.
- Yes, this
board riders' association was
a winner already.
Everything was gonna
be cruisy from here on.
- Okay, serious talk time.
I received a very disturbing
call from Miss Twaddle
about your poetry lesson.
Disappointed isn't the word.
Aghast is more like it.
How could you not enjoy poetry?
It's in your genes.
- Well, I guess I've just
got more important stuff
to think about.
- What, more important
than poetry?
What could be more important than poetry?
Poetry can change people's lives.
It can mend differences,
help people fall in love.
Poetry is the language of romance.
Isn't that right, Joy?
Poetry, language of--
- Romance.
- Romance.
What's the problem, son?
Having trouble understanding
the language of romance?
- He is!
Otherwise Dot wouldn't have dumped him.
- I was gonna dump her first!
- Now, that's gotta hurt.
- Well, it's only natural after
being so horribly rejected.
- I was not rejected!
And I'm not hurt!
And I'm not interested in poetry!
It's not like it's ever
going to be useful!
- As soon as I said it,
I wished I could swallow the words back.
- You mustn't blame yourself, Sarge.
Maybe I should have
read him more Dr. Seuss.
- A Leonard without poetry,
it's akin to a forest without trees,
an ocean without water,
a room without a view.
There must be something we can do, Joy.
- Maybe there is, Sarge.
When was the last time
you read me a love poem?
This morning, don't you remember?
- No, I meant in public.
Maybe Lockie just needs to see
the power of poetry on the Leonard lips.
- You should read some
of these poems, Lock.
They're inspired.
No wonder women love this stuff.
You should listen to what Sarge says,
unless you want your next
girlfriend to dump you too.
- Night, Phillip.
- Tonight,
I just want to forget
about Vicki and girls and
the language of romance,
all that confusing stuff.
Come on, Lockie, dream
of something simple,
something you understand,
like the Board Riders'
Association or surfing.
Or even Boof.
- Look at you, my princess,
poised and perfect.
I know you're going to make me proud.
- Don't worry, Mum, I'm gonna
dance my legs off for you.
- I know you will, my princess.
You never disappoint me.
Unlike some children.
- Okay,
okay, I didn't need a dream
to tell me I had to make it up to Sarge.
I just needed a plan, like Phillip.
- "And one was there, a stripling
"on a small and weedy beast.
"He was something like
a racehorse undersized
"with a touch of Timor pony,
three parts thoroughbred
"at least, and such as are
by mountain horsemen prized."
- Good, yeah, terrific.
Well done, Phillip.
Yeah, really enjoyed it.
Lisa.
He hasn't finished yet.
Go on, Phillip, "He was hard..."
"He was hard and tough and wiry
"just the sort that won't say die."
- Do you have to be a surf-rat to join?
I mean, can you be a metal head?
- Being able to swim might be useful, Egg.
- Hang on, dude, you can't put these up!
- Why not?
- Read the initials!
- B-R-A?
- Which spells?
- Board Riders' Association?
- Have a closer look!
- B-R-A, bra.
Bra!!
- Are you okay?
Why don't you watch where you're going?
- It was an accident.
- You sure you're all right?
- I'm fine.
- Can't be too careful.
I had a friend who broke her metatarsal,
she never danced again.
- She broke her what?
- Metatarsal.
A tiny bone in your foot.
And if Vicki's broken it--
- She never danced again.
Really?
- Good going, Leonard.
What else could go wrong?
- Welcome to the first meeting
of Angelus High Board Riders' Association.
- Board Riders' Association.
Check it out.
B- R-A, it's bra.
- And you're looking at me because?
And you're looking at me because?
- Good move, Bra Boy.
Suppose you'd better get the
best surfer in the school?
- Lockie's already here, genius.
- Hilarious, excuse me while I wet myself.
- Fine.
And when you're done,
feel free to join up.
- Join up?
Think I might do more than that.
Think I wanna be president.
- Hey, it's Lockie's club.
If anyone's gonna be president, it's him.
- Prepare to lose, Leonard.
- Bring it on, Boof.
- We'll sort this out tomorrow.
Same time, same place.
- I'll be here.
- With
one disaster postponed
till tomorrow, I decided
to see how Vicki was.
- Arms out.
- And how was she?
Totally gorgeous.
That's how.
Until she started dancing.
- Step back.
Beautiful.
Pirouette.
- How
many kinds of bad can
I feel at once?
Whose life would I ruin next?
- Who did it?
Wait until your father
finds out, he'll kill him!
And if he doesn't, I will!
- What you may not realise, Lockie,
is that poetry can be very powerful.
It's what made me take
another look at your father.
He had such a way with words.
- Mum, are you okay?
Your arm's kinda twitching there.
- No.
Nothing wrong here.
I was just saying, Lockie,
that your father, the Sarge,
had such a way with words.
- "Shall I compare thee
with a summer's day?"
- Sarge?
- "Thou art more lovely and more temperate
"when rough winds do shake
the darling buds of May."
- Lisa couldn't stop raving about
my rendition of The Man From Snowy River.
I think she's ready to commit.
- My 10
year old brother knows more
about the language of romance than I do.
Am I the only one in this family
who doesn't understand it?
- What about you, Cyril?
- I woke
up the next day determined
to be positive.
I mean, bad luck can't
go on for ever, right?
- The way I figure it,
Vicki's foot's just bruised,
be sore for a bit, that's all.
Just like one of those 12-hour things.
- Or a 1,200-hour thing.
- Perfect.
Now she'll never want to
talk to me ever again.
- I thought you had
already reached that stage.
- Hello,
what was that supposed to mean?
I'd ruined her life and
she's winking at me?
At least with Boof, I knew
exactly what was what.
I wanted to be president,
he wanted to grind my
chances into the dirt.
Pure and simple.
- Let's get this over with,
like tearing off a Band-Aid.
- Nope,
no complications here.
- Hands up!
All those in favour of Boof for president.
- Boof, Boof, Boof!
- Let's finish this.
- All those in favour for Lockie.
- Sure, it
would have been nice to win,
but I'm still the best
surfer in the group.
Definitely no complications here.
- What do you want?
- Lockie for president.
All those in favour?
- That's a clear majority for Leonard.
- Why'd you do that?
- Do what?
- Vote for me.
- Maybe it was my way of thanking you.
- But I broke your foot,
you might never dance again.
- Maybe I don't wanna dance any more.
Maybe I've never wanted to be a dancer.
The only reason I did it
was because Mum made me.
And then when you stood on my foot,
and Sasha told me about her friend,
it gave me the perfect way out.
There's so many tiny bones in your foot,
it's real easy to fake.
- John East was right.
Girls are so tricky.
How was anyone supposed
to understand them?
But at least she was talking to me again.
Quick, brain, think of something to say.
Scan the files for a conversation subject.
Surf?
That's not gonna cut it.
Are you kidding?
Next!
Sorry, Cyril.
Wait, hold on.
This could work.
- What about your mum?
- Sorry?
- What did you tell your mum?
- Don't worry, I didn't
tell her it was you.
I said it was an accident.
- Isn't she disappointed, though?
- She'll get over it.
- But you were the lead role.
- I only got the lead role
because Dad's car yard's
sponsoring the show.
I didn't deserve it.
You're the best surfer at school,
you deserve to be president.
Just don't tell anyone, okay?
- Okay.
Not a soul.
- Hey, heard about you and Dot.
Sorry.
Vicki knew I existed again
and it felt great.
It's strange, just when you
think you understand someone,
they surprise you.
- What's the use of this sort of stuff?
Bend it like a blade of grass!
- I
couldn't hear what Boof's dad
was saying, but I'm guessing it wasn't,
"I'm proud of you, son, no matter what."
Some families have poetry
in their genes, apparently,
while others, they have bullying.
That is so good!
President, you, president!
That is so wonderful!
Isn't it just so wonderful?
- Great to see you putting
your mind to something, son.
- Thanks, Sarge.
And I know there are more
important things than surfing,
like poetry, and I promise I'll try harder
to understand them better.
- I am so proud of you, no matter what.
Just remember, poetry is in everything.
It's everywhere, it's
in the air we breathe.
We just have to look for it.
- I'll get it!
- Hey, Phillip, I found
this at the movie store,
it's the movie of Man From Snowy River.
You seemed so passionate about the poem.
- I'm passionate about many things, Lisa.
Thank you very much.
Apparently, it's a masterpiece
of Australian cinema.
We should watch it together some time.
How are you placed for tonight?
- I don't think that's possible.
- What?
Why is it so impossible?
- Because the DVD player's broken.
- Of course.
I knew that.
- I can't tonight, anyway, I've got plans.
Anyway, I better run.
- They could be neighbours
going to the same video shop
to return their movies.
- Night, Phillip.
- Or she could be going to his house
to watch a movie with him,
and what did she do first?
She came here.
- Night, Phillip.
- I was the one she bought the
DVD for, with her own money,
and it all started with a poem.
- Night, Phillip.
- Sarge is right, the language of romance,
it works every time.
Let's get this straight,
I step on Vicki's foot and then, suddenly,
both her and Sasha get what they want?
It's official, girls make no sense.
Luckily, I had other less
confusing things to distract me,
like the Board Riders' Association's
first surf-off competition.
I was psyched.
This was going to be the
sporting event of the year.
The highlight of the surfing calendar.
Okay, so it wasn't exactly
the Bells Beach classic,
but who cares, everyone
who mattered turned up.
And the most important thing was
we were all there to enjoy the
surfing and have a good time.
Well, almost everyone.
- Understand?
- So, Lockie, shall we
get this party started?
- Sounds good.
- All right, let's do it!
- So, this is me,
Boof and the other
surfers through the heats.
It took a while, so here's
the highlights package.
After four knock-out rounds,
it was only Boof and I
left, tied for the lead,
which meant only one thing, sudden death.
Like I said before, with me and Boof,
the arrangement is simple,
easy to understand.
He gives me grief, then I out-surf him.
But now, things with
Boof weren't so simple.
- What's the use of this sort of stuff?
Bend it like a blade of grass!
Know what you are?
- and
I knew what I had to do.
This wave coming up, it'd
guarantee me victory,
and the other day, I would
have taken it, but not today.
Just this once, maybe
Boof deserved to win.
- Yeah!
Son!
- Yeah!
- Yes!
Good boy!
Good job, son!
- Well done, Boof!
- Good on ya, son!
- Hey, Leonard!
You might cheat your
way to being president,
but who's the best surfer?
- You, Boof.
- Come on!
- The way I figured it,
I'd already won.
- Well done, son!
- Thanks, Dad.
I gave it all I had.
- You hear that, Joy?
A rhyming couplet.
All is not lost.
Told you poetry was in the genes.
- Aw, family hug!
- I can't believe I'm sitting here
like some dumb adoring surf chick.
Again.
I thought it was really
great how you ended it.
- What? Us?
- No, the surf-off with
Boof, how you let him win.
- I didn't let him win.
- You're too good a surfer
to have missed that wave.
You handed it to him on purpose.
You've grown up, Lockie Leonard.
- Really?
Think so?
- It was bound
to happen eventually.
I just had to be patient.
- This was it.
It was now or never.
I had to tell Vicki how I felt,
speak the language of romance.
But how do you speak a
language you don't understand?
- Poetry is in everything.
It's everywhere, it's
in the air we breathe.
We just have to look for it.
- Your hair smells like
strawberry topping.
- Excuse me?
- That Mum buys when she goes shopping.
- Go on, don't give up.
Keep looking.
There has to be poetry here somewhere.
- Your eyes are nice and blue,
like water, that is blue too.
I know this poem is really dumb,
but from now on, I promise
I'll try harder to understand.
I'm crazy about you, Vicki.
- Sarge was right,
poetry can change people's lives.
- The poem needs work,
but you can kiss me again if you like.
- And just like that,
it was as if the planets
had shifted again.
Suddenly, Vicki and I
understood each other
and it was a beautiful
thing, just like poetry.
the planets change position,
for no good reason, they just do,
and suddenly life is simple.
It's as if, for once, the
whole world is speaking
a language you totally understand.
After a full-on couple of
weeks, I was back in control.
No more environment to
save, no more girl troubles.
No more complications.
Take Boof, for example,
our arrangement was simple
and easy to understand.
Boof gave me grief, I out-surfed him.
Yep, the universe had
made my life simple again.
Unfortunately, forgot to
have a word with my hormones.
- And the hip, hop, hap
of the clap of the hands
to the swirl and the twirl
of the girl gone glancing, chancing--
- Do
you think my hormones cared
I had absolutely no chance of getting back
with Vicki Streeton?
No, sorry, not listening.
- Hop, hap of the clap
of the hands to the twirl
and the swirl of the girl gone
glancing, chancing, dancing,
backing and advancing,
snapping of a clapper
to the spin out and in,
and the ting, tong, tang of the guitar!
Do you remember an inn, Miranda?
Do you remember an inn?
- Um, my name's Lockie.
- Have you been listening at all?
- No, neither have my hormones.
- So, having trouble concentrating?
- Sorry?
- Look, I realise
you must be pretty upset
about Dot dropping you.
Look, if it's any comfort,
it doesn't get any simpler
and women, girls, they're
tricky creatures to understand.
- Right, couldn't agree more.
- And they can be a major distraction,
but I find a hobby
or an interest helps, you
know, keeps you focused.
So, you're not into poetry,
you're shocking at maths,
and hopeless at woodwork,
so what else does Lockie Leonard like?
- Vicki Streeton,
but I wasn't saying that to
my ex-girlfriend's uncle.
- There's nothing else.
Just surfing.
- Got it!
Form a board riders' association,
right here at school.
Well, beats trying to get
your head around girls.
- Hold the press, Vicki
Streeton's got the lead
in the Nutcracker Suite.
- Nutcracker?
What's that about?
- It's a fairy tale romance about a girl
whose Christmas toy
transforms into a prince,
only for a cruel twist of fate
to return him to his original form.
- We should try and get to that,
make it a family night out.
- Good idea.
Family night out.
What do you say, Lockie?
- Excellent idea, Sarge.
Except I'm sort of busy setting up
this board riders' association.
- Yes, well that is
a big responsibility.
- Well, maybe next time.
- Yes, this
board riders' association was
a winner already.
Everything was gonna
be cruisy from here on.
- Okay, serious talk time.
I received a very disturbing
call from Miss Twaddle
about your poetry lesson.
Disappointed isn't the word.
Aghast is more like it.
How could you not enjoy poetry?
It's in your genes.
- Well, I guess I've just
got more important stuff
to think about.
- What, more important
than poetry?
What could be more important than poetry?
Poetry can change people's lives.
It can mend differences,
help people fall in love.
Poetry is the language of romance.
Isn't that right, Joy?
Poetry, language of--
- Romance.
- Romance.
What's the problem, son?
Having trouble understanding
the language of romance?
- He is!
Otherwise Dot wouldn't have dumped him.
- I was gonna dump her first!
- Now, that's gotta hurt.
- Well, it's only natural after
being so horribly rejected.
- I was not rejected!
And I'm not hurt!
And I'm not interested in poetry!
It's not like it's ever
going to be useful!
- As soon as I said it,
I wished I could swallow the words back.
- You mustn't blame yourself, Sarge.
Maybe I should have
read him more Dr. Seuss.
- A Leonard without poetry,
it's akin to a forest without trees,
an ocean without water,
a room without a view.
There must be something we can do, Joy.
- Maybe there is, Sarge.
When was the last time
you read me a love poem?
This morning, don't you remember?
- No, I meant in public.
Maybe Lockie just needs to see
the power of poetry on the Leonard lips.
- You should read some
of these poems, Lock.
They're inspired.
No wonder women love this stuff.
You should listen to what Sarge says,
unless you want your next
girlfriend to dump you too.
- Night, Phillip.
- Tonight,
I just want to forget
about Vicki and girls and
the language of romance,
all that confusing stuff.
Come on, Lockie, dream
of something simple,
something you understand,
like the Board Riders'
Association or surfing.
Or even Boof.
- Look at you, my princess,
poised and perfect.
I know you're going to make me proud.
- Don't worry, Mum, I'm gonna
dance my legs off for you.
- I know you will, my princess.
You never disappoint me.
Unlike some children.
- Okay,
okay, I didn't need a dream
to tell me I had to make it up to Sarge.
I just needed a plan, like Phillip.
- "And one was there, a stripling
"on a small and weedy beast.
"He was something like
a racehorse undersized
"with a touch of Timor pony,
three parts thoroughbred
"at least, and such as are
by mountain horsemen prized."
- Good, yeah, terrific.
Well done, Phillip.
Yeah, really enjoyed it.
Lisa.
He hasn't finished yet.
Go on, Phillip, "He was hard..."
"He was hard and tough and wiry
"just the sort that won't say die."
- Do you have to be a surf-rat to join?
I mean, can you be a metal head?
- Being able to swim might be useful, Egg.
- Hang on, dude, you can't put these up!
- Why not?
- Read the initials!
- B-R-A?
- Which spells?
- Board Riders' Association?
- Have a closer look!
- B-R-A, bra.
Bra!!
- Are you okay?
Why don't you watch where you're going?
- It was an accident.
- You sure you're all right?
- I'm fine.
- Can't be too careful.
I had a friend who broke her metatarsal,
she never danced again.
- She broke her what?
- Metatarsal.
A tiny bone in your foot.
And if Vicki's broken it--
- She never danced again.
Really?
- Good going, Leonard.
What else could go wrong?
- Welcome to the first meeting
of Angelus High Board Riders' Association.
- Board Riders' Association.
Check it out.
B- R-A, it's bra.
- And you're looking at me because?
And you're looking at me because?
- Good move, Bra Boy.
Suppose you'd better get the
best surfer in the school?
- Lockie's already here, genius.
- Hilarious, excuse me while I wet myself.
- Fine.
And when you're done,
feel free to join up.
- Join up?
Think I might do more than that.
Think I wanna be president.
- Hey, it's Lockie's club.
If anyone's gonna be president, it's him.
- Prepare to lose, Leonard.
- Bring it on, Boof.
- We'll sort this out tomorrow.
Same time, same place.
- I'll be here.
- With
one disaster postponed
till tomorrow, I decided
to see how Vicki was.
- Arms out.
- And how was she?
Totally gorgeous.
That's how.
Until she started dancing.
- Step back.
Beautiful.
Pirouette.
- How
many kinds of bad can
I feel at once?
Whose life would I ruin next?
- Who did it?
Wait until your father
finds out, he'll kill him!
And if he doesn't, I will!
- What you may not realise, Lockie,
is that poetry can be very powerful.
It's what made me take
another look at your father.
He had such a way with words.
- Mum, are you okay?
Your arm's kinda twitching there.
- No.
Nothing wrong here.
I was just saying, Lockie,
that your father, the Sarge,
had such a way with words.
- "Shall I compare thee
with a summer's day?"
- Sarge?
- "Thou art more lovely and more temperate
"when rough winds do shake
the darling buds of May."
- Lisa couldn't stop raving about
my rendition of The Man From Snowy River.
I think she's ready to commit.
- My 10
year old brother knows more
about the language of romance than I do.
Am I the only one in this family
who doesn't understand it?
- What about you, Cyril?
- I woke
up the next day determined
to be positive.
I mean, bad luck can't
go on for ever, right?
- The way I figure it,
Vicki's foot's just bruised,
be sore for a bit, that's all.
Just like one of those 12-hour things.
- Or a 1,200-hour thing.
- Perfect.
Now she'll never want to
talk to me ever again.
- I thought you had
already reached that stage.
- Hello,
what was that supposed to mean?
I'd ruined her life and
she's winking at me?
At least with Boof, I knew
exactly what was what.
I wanted to be president,
he wanted to grind my
chances into the dirt.
Pure and simple.
- Let's get this over with,
like tearing off a Band-Aid.
- Nope,
no complications here.
- Hands up!
All those in favour of Boof for president.
- Boof, Boof, Boof!
- Let's finish this.
- All those in favour for Lockie.
- Sure, it
would have been nice to win,
but I'm still the best
surfer in the group.
Definitely no complications here.
- What do you want?
- Lockie for president.
All those in favour?
- That's a clear majority for Leonard.
- Why'd you do that?
- Do what?
- Vote for me.
- Maybe it was my way of thanking you.
- But I broke your foot,
you might never dance again.
- Maybe I don't wanna dance any more.
Maybe I've never wanted to be a dancer.
The only reason I did it
was because Mum made me.
And then when you stood on my foot,
and Sasha told me about her friend,
it gave me the perfect way out.
There's so many tiny bones in your foot,
it's real easy to fake.
- John East was right.
Girls are so tricky.
How was anyone supposed
to understand them?
But at least she was talking to me again.
Quick, brain, think of something to say.
Scan the files for a conversation subject.
Surf?
That's not gonna cut it.
Are you kidding?
Next!
Sorry, Cyril.
Wait, hold on.
This could work.
- What about your mum?
- Sorry?
- What did you tell your mum?
- Don't worry, I didn't
tell her it was you.
I said it was an accident.
- Isn't she disappointed, though?
- She'll get over it.
- But you were the lead role.
- I only got the lead role
because Dad's car yard's
sponsoring the show.
I didn't deserve it.
You're the best surfer at school,
you deserve to be president.
Just don't tell anyone, okay?
- Okay.
Not a soul.
- Hey, heard about you and Dot.
Sorry.
Vicki knew I existed again
and it felt great.
It's strange, just when you
think you understand someone,
they surprise you.
- What's the use of this sort of stuff?
Bend it like a blade of grass!
- I
couldn't hear what Boof's dad
was saying, but I'm guessing it wasn't,
"I'm proud of you, son, no matter what."
Some families have poetry
in their genes, apparently,
while others, they have bullying.
That is so good!
President, you, president!
That is so wonderful!
Isn't it just so wonderful?
- Great to see you putting
your mind to something, son.
- Thanks, Sarge.
And I know there are more
important things than surfing,
like poetry, and I promise I'll try harder
to understand them better.
- I am so proud of you, no matter what.
Just remember, poetry is in everything.
It's everywhere, it's
in the air we breathe.
We just have to look for it.
- I'll get it!
- Hey, Phillip, I found
this at the movie store,
it's the movie of Man From Snowy River.
You seemed so passionate about the poem.
- I'm passionate about many things, Lisa.
Thank you very much.
Apparently, it's a masterpiece
of Australian cinema.
We should watch it together some time.
How are you placed for tonight?
- I don't think that's possible.
- What?
Why is it so impossible?
- Because the DVD player's broken.
- Of course.
I knew that.
- I can't tonight, anyway, I've got plans.
Anyway, I better run.
- They could be neighbours
going to the same video shop
to return their movies.
- Night, Phillip.
- Or she could be going to his house
to watch a movie with him,
and what did she do first?
She came here.
- Night, Phillip.
- I was the one she bought the
DVD for, with her own money,
and it all started with a poem.
- Night, Phillip.
- Sarge is right, the language of romance,
it works every time.
Let's get this straight,
I step on Vicki's foot and then, suddenly,
both her and Sasha get what they want?
It's official, girls make no sense.
Luckily, I had other less
confusing things to distract me,
like the Board Riders' Association's
first surf-off competition.
I was psyched.
This was going to be the
sporting event of the year.
The highlight of the surfing calendar.
Okay, so it wasn't exactly
the Bells Beach classic,
but who cares, everyone
who mattered turned up.
And the most important thing was
we were all there to enjoy the
surfing and have a good time.
Well, almost everyone.
- Understand?
- So, Lockie, shall we
get this party started?
- Sounds good.
- All right, let's do it!
- So, this is me,
Boof and the other
surfers through the heats.
It took a while, so here's
the highlights package.
After four knock-out rounds,
it was only Boof and I
left, tied for the lead,
which meant only one thing, sudden death.
Like I said before, with me and Boof,
the arrangement is simple,
easy to understand.
He gives me grief, then I out-surf him.
But now, things with
Boof weren't so simple.
- What's the use of this sort of stuff?
Bend it like a blade of grass!
Know what you are?
- and
I knew what I had to do.
This wave coming up, it'd
guarantee me victory,
and the other day, I would
have taken it, but not today.
Just this once, maybe
Boof deserved to win.
- Yeah!
Son!
- Yeah!
- Yes!
Good boy!
Good job, son!
- Well done, Boof!
- Good on ya, son!
- Hey, Leonard!
You might cheat your
way to being president,
but who's the best surfer?
- You, Boof.
- Come on!
- The way I figured it,
I'd already won.
- Well done, son!
- Thanks, Dad.
I gave it all I had.
- You hear that, Joy?
A rhyming couplet.
All is not lost.
Told you poetry was in the genes.
- Aw, family hug!
- I can't believe I'm sitting here
like some dumb adoring surf chick.
Again.
I thought it was really
great how you ended it.
- What? Us?
- No, the surf-off with
Boof, how you let him win.
- I didn't let him win.
- You're too good a surfer
to have missed that wave.
You handed it to him on purpose.
You've grown up, Lockie Leonard.
- Really?
Think so?
- It was bound
to happen eventually.
I just had to be patient.
- This was it.
It was now or never.
I had to tell Vicki how I felt,
speak the language of romance.
But how do you speak a
language you don't understand?
- Poetry is in everything.
It's everywhere, it's
in the air we breathe.
We just have to look for it.
- Your hair smells like
strawberry topping.
- Excuse me?
- That Mum buys when she goes shopping.
- Go on, don't give up.
Keep looking.
There has to be poetry here somewhere.
- Your eyes are nice and blue,
like water, that is blue too.
I know this poem is really dumb,
but from now on, I promise
I'll try harder to understand.
I'm crazy about you, Vicki.
- Sarge was right,
poetry can change people's lives.
- The poem needs work,
but you can kiss me again if you like.
- And just like that,
it was as if the planets
had shifted again.
Suddenly, Vicki and I
understood each other
and it was a beautiful
thing, just like poetry.