Lockie Leonard (2007–2010): Season 1, Episode 18 - Face the Fear - full transcript
After a misunderstanding with Vicki, Lockie is thrust into a looming altercation with an older bogan. Lockie's mum must also face her fears when she is asked my Mrs Egg to pose for a sculpture -- in the nude.
- Fight, fight,
fight, fight, fight,
fight, fight, fight, fight, fight,
fight, fight, fight, fight, fight,
fight, fight, fight, fight, fight.
- People
have some weird fears,
don't they?
Phillip is afraid of becoming like Pop,
wetting the bed till he's 110.
Sarge is afraid of running out of rhymes.
- His words were bitter, just like lemon.
He spat them out and cried to, to.
- Mum is
afraid that everyone will look
at her bum and think it's too big.
Me?
My fears aren't that weird.
I'm afraid of getting beaten
up by big hairy bogans,
like Curtis.
- Hope you've said your prayers, Leonard.
- Does anyone know why I'm here?
Or how this all started?
Or why Curtis is as angry as
a bee in a brown paper bag?
- So did your mum say
what was so important?
- She just said to ask you.
She baked a cake and
everything, and mum never cooks.
- I'll come straight over.
Lockie, apple or orange?
- I've lost my voice.
- You should have got out of
your wet suit straight away.
- Lockie and Vicki went
water skiing yesterday.
- And crashed and burned,
and now they're not talking.
- Phillip!
- What?
You've lost your voice.
- I was just filling in the gaps.
- Have you done your assignment?
- What assignment?
- Have to make a speech in
front of the whole class.
If you could be anyone for
a day, who would it be?
- Don't think I like the sound of that.
What's wrong with just being who you are?
So, you want me to pose for a sculpture?
- I know it's late notice, but
the judging closes tomorrow.
Cake?
- Apart from her bum,
Mum was also afraid of
hurting anyone's feelings.
- I'd be honoured to pose for you.
- Great!
You don't have to eat it.
- And, if I'm honest,
I probably should have
said I'm also a bit afraid
of Vicki Streeton.
- You should have called
her straight away.
- I did!
- Bees?
But did you say you were
sorry for being an idiot?
No. Because if you did,
everything would be sweet.
- But I was not an idiot.
- Doesn't matter.
That's just what you have to say.
- Hurry up, Vicki, we've
got a class to get on with.
- Haha, there's no class
in here, Miss Twaddle.
- Right!
Heads on desks.
If you're going to act like children,
I'll act the grumpy school teacher.
- Egg was right.
I just need to say it.
Tell her I'm an idiot.
I know you think.
- What?
- I'm a.
- All right, let's hope you've used up
all your silliness for today.
Heads up.
Who would you be?
- Since when does she hang
around bogans like Curtis?
I thought you said you
were gonna apologise
for being an idiot.
- I tried.
- What's that for?
- If only
I'd known these few little
steps were gonna put me
into the face of my fear,
maybe I would have had a chat to my feet.
- What do you want, wax-head?
Dear Vicki, I'm an idiot.
He's got that part right.
- Yeah.
- And I'm sorry that.
The only time I ever want
to see your face again
is when you bring me a new vanilla slice.
Got that?
- Yeah!
- Your mother just found
out that your mother needs
to sculpt her in the nude
for this competition.
- Mum's got a bum thing.
- I should've
rung Vicki straight away
and apologised.
I should've bought Curtis
a new vanilla slice.
Or alternatively, I
should have just stayed
in bed 'til I turned 18.
- So
where's Mr. Streeton?
He should be out here screaming
his brains out by now.
- Unless you're here to
deliver me a new vanilla slice,
I'm gonna be very unhappy.
- Things were getting
too intense for words.
I had to get some serious
air guitar translation done.
- And what did you say?
- I just said, yeah, whatever.
- No.
- What?
- You just agreed to fight
Curtis tomorrow at four o'clock,
in the canteen after school.
And you better not be late.
- He said all that?
He specifically said in
the canteen after school?
- In the canteen.
After school.
- There is another option.
You can tell Mum and Sarge
and then that'd stop it.
- No way.
And if you tell them, I'll be
using your head for practise,
alright?
- I don't want you to go, Lockie.
- I'll be okay.
- But he's 15.
And he's big.
- Go to sleep, Phillip.
- 20 hours 'til the showdown, Leonard.
- If I could
be anyone, who would I be?
- Fight, fight, fight, fight,
fight, fight, fight, fight
- Maybe a man of peace.
Gandhi, or some Indian guru.
- Fight, fight,
fight, fight, fight, fight.
- Just
zap him with my kindness.
Have him eating right outta my hand.
Or not.
In which case, I should be a boxer.
Muhammad Ali.
Gotta float like a
butterfly, sting like a bee.
Or maybe Phillip's right.
Maybe I should tell Sarge.
Sarge!
Sarge!
You're supposed to come when I call you.
- Would you stop blathering on?
- It's my dream.
- I don't care.
Four o'clock, Leonard.
Four o'clock.
- Eight
and a half hours to go.
- You are a bit hot.
D'you think you should stay home?
- I dunno, Mum.
It's okay to be scared, Lockie.
I know you don't like making speeches.
Sometimes, they say, it's
better to face your fear.
Yeah, I know.
Always sounded like a
load of tripe to me, too.
And you know what?
I will support you if
you want to stay at home.
I think it's a silly assignment, anyway.
Well, that's it, then.
We're both staying at home.
Won't be able to pose
for Mrs Eggleston's sculpture now.
Shame.
- So, Leonard chickened out.
- Word was out.
I was home in bed with a
bad case of gutlessness.
And it looked like I'd
given it to Mum, too.
- I'm so sorry, but I'm
afraid Lockie's home sick
and I couldn't leave him.
- Yes, you can.
- Really, I don't think.
- I'm going to school.
- Yes, that was him.
He seems to have made a recovery.
Good, okay.
I'll see you at four.
- You gotta face the fear, Mum.
- And that's why I'd
be Oprah Winfrey's dog.
- I had a late note.
Gave it to Mr. Flint.
- Good-o.
- Staying home was the smartest
thing you've done all day.
And now you've stuffed that up, too.
I know about the fight.
It's not gonna happen.
I'm gonna stop it.
- Vicki, you're required
at the Principal's office.
Your father's waiting to see you.
- But my dad's not meant
to be home till tomorrow.
- Immediately, please!
And Vicki, I think you'd
better take your bag.
Mr. Leonard, just enough time
for you to do your assignment.
Who would you rather be?
In choosing someone,
there were many things I wanted to have.
Like, characteristics.
But I couldn't work out who had them all.
First off, I tried to think
of someone who was fearless.
But Mum said some fears are healthy,
otherwise we'd all go
around picking up spiders.
Then, I thought, maybe it'd be better
if I was someone who's brave.
- Fight, fight,
fight, fight, fight.
- Brave people still get scared.
Like Sarge, sometimes he
has to do scary stuff,
but he does it anyway.
'Cause he knows it's
the right thing to do.
- Fight, fight, fight,
fight, fight, fight, fight.
- Hope you've said your prayers, Leonard.
- And maybe that's the key,
knowing what's worth doing and what's not.
And the brave bit is not caring
if anyone thinks you're a coward.
And that's what I was
going to tell Curtis,
if he'd only given me a chance.
I can't show you exactly what happened.
Can't stomach it again.
But this is it in interpretive dance.
On skates.
I will be played by
Sarge, 'cause he's brave.
Curtis will be played by himself.
'Cause he's a bogan.
- Fight, fight, fight, fight.
How many bee stings?
- Three, four, five?
- Okay, we're done here.
- Does it look bad?
- What are
you going to tell Sarge?
- It was an accident.
We were playing handball
and I was running backwards
to get the ball.
- I just don't understand
why there were bees
at school in the first place.
- They used to be part of
the year 12 biology course,
until Lockie crashed into them.
- Stop eating all those jubes,
Phillip, you'll be sick.
- Get that would you, please, Phillip?
- That'll be Wingnut.
- So, how did it go?
- How did what go?
- The assignment.
You made the speech,
even though you were just
a little bit fearful.
- It was all right.
- But it was good to do it, wasn't it?
Just to get out there and do it.
You know, not hiding
at home, just doing it.
- Yeah, it was great.
- You don't seem very happy about it.
- These bee stings are
sort of distracting me
from my happiness, Mum.
- I just want to go for a surf
and forget today ever happened.
- Vicki's on the phone.
- What?
Hello?
- I'm not even supposed
to be using the phone.
I just had to make sure that,
that you're okay.
- Yeah, terrible accident, really.
- Well, I'm grounded, in case you care.
- How come?
- Because of what Curtis'
mate did to Dad's table.
They shouldn't have been here
while Mum and Dad were away.
- Good-o.
- I'm gonna go.
- Well.
Okay.
- Sometimes
you just need to get away,
where there's just the
sun, the sand, the surf
and no one to mess with your head.
Until some noodle tells you
Curtis reckons he's going
to beat you up every day till Christmas.
Not great news.
Almost as scary as the jumble
in my head about Vicki.
- You can't hide in bed all day.
Get up.
You've got penance to pay.
- What did I do in my sleep last night
to get me into trouble with Sarge?
Did you tell them about the fight?
- Only the bit about Curtis
beating you up every day
until Christmas.
- Lockie!
Joy, if you don't like the
plates we can get new ones.
- Mrs Eggleston's sculpture won.
- Well, that's, that's good, isn't it?
Mrs. F. Eggleston, winner
in the sculpture category.
Prize $300 cash.
Winning sculpture will be on display
at Main Street, Angelus, for three months.
That's, that's good, isn't it?
That, that, that's great.
Yeah, that's great, isn't it?
- No, Sarge, I'm in the nude!
With my big, back veranda
exposed for everyone to look at.
- Well, there is that.
I forgot.
I've got Curtis in the
back of the paddy waggon.
- Curtis is here?
Sarge never comes at things head on.
He likes to sneak up on problems.
Give them a touch of showbiz.
- Right, two coats ought to do it.
Nearly forgot.
Here are your brushes.
- Are you for real?
- Am I prone to making jokes, Lochlan?
- Never made a joke in your life.
- Never made a joke in your life, who?
- Sir! Never made a
joke in your life, sir!
- Now, I don't know about you, Curtis,
but I know Lochlan!
So I'm assuming he started this.
But you could've turned the other cheek.
Now, Monday morning,
if you two are thinking
of moving in to round two,
you'll be back in here Monday night.
- Nice one, Sarge.
There's one problem with the plan though.
He can see through the bars.
Curtis is going to see
that I'm not painting.
- No, he won't.
I'm not going to use
the word disappointed.
There are very few reasons in this life
to raise your fists, Lockie,
and Curtis is not one of them.
You almost had the right
idea by staying at home.
- Yeah, that's what Vicki said.
- Smart girl, that.
Complicated, but smart.
She phoned again, by the way.
Maybe you'd like to go around.
Once you've finished painting.
- Psst, Vicki.
- I have to make sure every
shrub is the exact same height,
to the millimetre.
Umm, quick, get in the recycle bin.
- What?
- They never use
it, it's just for show.
- That section's a little bit
higher than the rest, kitten.
- He doesn't get it, does he?
- Get what?
- That it's weird to go away and leave you
by yourself for three
days in the first place.
- I don't know if you can
talk about being weird.
- Well, if some bogan
got all hot and sweaty
over my girlfriend and then
decided to beat my head in.
- Is that what I am?
Your girlfriend?
- I don't know.
Mostly, you're my confusion.
- I just get sick of
being good all the time.
- See, I'm confused already.
I thought we were talking
about the Curtis thing?
- Yeah, well I am.
I knew Mum and Dad would chuck
a fit if I invited him over.
- But they weren't even here.
- Maybe I wanted you to chuck a fit too.
I said stuff like, I loved you,
and you didn't say it back.
- Yeah, but you say that you
love heaps of stuff, Vicki.
You love fishing,
you love falling asleep
in front of the telly,
you love nachos.
- You're just being thick now.
- But I wasn't.
I'm just not as complicated as Vicki.
All this whole love thing.
But it made me realise
what makes stuff scary.
It's when you don't know
what's going to happen.
- Do you think you'll ever say it?
- I don't even know what it means yet.
Does this, does this mean we
can still hang out, or not?
- All right, folks, it's showtime.
The winner of the sculpture prize,
with her very naturalistic
piece entitled Mum,
Mrs Florence Eggleston.
- Yay, Mum!
- Kiss.
Okay, let's see it.
It's inspirational, love.
- It's around the wrong way, you guys.
Come on, I said bum to the wall.
- I almost forgot.
I made you a card.
- Mum, we love your bum.
And we do.
- Quick, come on, quick, quick, quick.
Ho ho, look at that!
- I just don't think I'm happy
with every Tom, Dick and Harry,
staring at my back veranda.
- You've gotta face the fear, Mum.
Face the fear.
fight, fight, fight,
fight, fight, fight, fight, fight,
fight, fight, fight, fight, fight,
fight, fight, fight, fight, fight.
- People
have some weird fears,
don't they?
Phillip is afraid of becoming like Pop,
wetting the bed till he's 110.
Sarge is afraid of running out of rhymes.
- His words were bitter, just like lemon.
He spat them out and cried to, to.
- Mum is
afraid that everyone will look
at her bum and think it's too big.
Me?
My fears aren't that weird.
I'm afraid of getting beaten
up by big hairy bogans,
like Curtis.
- Hope you've said your prayers, Leonard.
- Does anyone know why I'm here?
Or how this all started?
Or why Curtis is as angry as
a bee in a brown paper bag?
- So did your mum say
what was so important?
- She just said to ask you.
She baked a cake and
everything, and mum never cooks.
- I'll come straight over.
Lockie, apple or orange?
- I've lost my voice.
- You should have got out of
your wet suit straight away.
- Lockie and Vicki went
water skiing yesterday.
- And crashed and burned,
and now they're not talking.
- Phillip!
- What?
You've lost your voice.
- I was just filling in the gaps.
- Have you done your assignment?
- What assignment?
- Have to make a speech in
front of the whole class.
If you could be anyone for
a day, who would it be?
- Don't think I like the sound of that.
What's wrong with just being who you are?
So, you want me to pose for a sculpture?
- I know it's late notice, but
the judging closes tomorrow.
Cake?
- Apart from her bum,
Mum was also afraid of
hurting anyone's feelings.
- I'd be honoured to pose for you.
- Great!
You don't have to eat it.
- And, if I'm honest,
I probably should have
said I'm also a bit afraid
of Vicki Streeton.
- You should have called
her straight away.
- I did!
- Bees?
But did you say you were
sorry for being an idiot?
No. Because if you did,
everything would be sweet.
- But I was not an idiot.
- Doesn't matter.
That's just what you have to say.
- Hurry up, Vicki, we've
got a class to get on with.
- Haha, there's no class
in here, Miss Twaddle.
- Right!
Heads on desks.
If you're going to act like children,
I'll act the grumpy school teacher.
- Egg was right.
I just need to say it.
Tell her I'm an idiot.
I know you think.
- What?
- I'm a.
- All right, let's hope you've used up
all your silliness for today.
Heads up.
Who would you be?
- Since when does she hang
around bogans like Curtis?
I thought you said you
were gonna apologise
for being an idiot.
- I tried.
- What's that for?
- If only
I'd known these few little
steps were gonna put me
into the face of my fear,
maybe I would have had a chat to my feet.
- What do you want, wax-head?
Dear Vicki, I'm an idiot.
He's got that part right.
- Yeah.
- And I'm sorry that.
The only time I ever want
to see your face again
is when you bring me a new vanilla slice.
Got that?
- Yeah!
- Your mother just found
out that your mother needs
to sculpt her in the nude
for this competition.
- Mum's got a bum thing.
- I should've
rung Vicki straight away
and apologised.
I should've bought Curtis
a new vanilla slice.
Or alternatively, I
should have just stayed
in bed 'til I turned 18.
- So
where's Mr. Streeton?
He should be out here screaming
his brains out by now.
- Unless you're here to
deliver me a new vanilla slice,
I'm gonna be very unhappy.
- Things were getting
too intense for words.
I had to get some serious
air guitar translation done.
- And what did you say?
- I just said, yeah, whatever.
- No.
- What?
- You just agreed to fight
Curtis tomorrow at four o'clock,
in the canteen after school.
And you better not be late.
- He said all that?
He specifically said in
the canteen after school?
- In the canteen.
After school.
- There is another option.
You can tell Mum and Sarge
and then that'd stop it.
- No way.
And if you tell them, I'll be
using your head for practise,
alright?
- I don't want you to go, Lockie.
- I'll be okay.
- But he's 15.
And he's big.
- Go to sleep, Phillip.
- 20 hours 'til the showdown, Leonard.
- If I could
be anyone, who would I be?
- Fight, fight, fight, fight,
fight, fight, fight, fight
- Maybe a man of peace.
Gandhi, or some Indian guru.
- Fight, fight,
fight, fight, fight, fight.
- Just
zap him with my kindness.
Have him eating right outta my hand.
Or not.
In which case, I should be a boxer.
Muhammad Ali.
Gotta float like a
butterfly, sting like a bee.
Or maybe Phillip's right.
Maybe I should tell Sarge.
Sarge!
Sarge!
You're supposed to come when I call you.
- Would you stop blathering on?
- It's my dream.
- I don't care.
Four o'clock, Leonard.
Four o'clock.
- Eight
and a half hours to go.
- You are a bit hot.
D'you think you should stay home?
- I dunno, Mum.
It's okay to be scared, Lockie.
I know you don't like making speeches.
Sometimes, they say, it's
better to face your fear.
Yeah, I know.
Always sounded like a
load of tripe to me, too.
And you know what?
I will support you if
you want to stay at home.
I think it's a silly assignment, anyway.
Well, that's it, then.
We're both staying at home.
Won't be able to pose
for Mrs Eggleston's sculpture now.
Shame.
- So, Leonard chickened out.
- Word was out.
I was home in bed with a
bad case of gutlessness.
And it looked like I'd
given it to Mum, too.
- I'm so sorry, but I'm
afraid Lockie's home sick
and I couldn't leave him.
- Yes, you can.
- Really, I don't think.
- I'm going to school.
- Yes, that was him.
He seems to have made a recovery.
Good, okay.
I'll see you at four.
- You gotta face the fear, Mum.
- And that's why I'd
be Oprah Winfrey's dog.
- I had a late note.
Gave it to Mr. Flint.
- Good-o.
- Staying home was the smartest
thing you've done all day.
And now you've stuffed that up, too.
I know about the fight.
It's not gonna happen.
I'm gonna stop it.
- Vicki, you're required
at the Principal's office.
Your father's waiting to see you.
- But my dad's not meant
to be home till tomorrow.
- Immediately, please!
And Vicki, I think you'd
better take your bag.
Mr. Leonard, just enough time
for you to do your assignment.
Who would you rather be?
In choosing someone,
there were many things I wanted to have.
Like, characteristics.
But I couldn't work out who had them all.
First off, I tried to think
of someone who was fearless.
But Mum said some fears are healthy,
otherwise we'd all go
around picking up spiders.
Then, I thought, maybe it'd be better
if I was someone who's brave.
- Fight, fight,
fight, fight, fight.
- Brave people still get scared.
Like Sarge, sometimes he
has to do scary stuff,
but he does it anyway.
'Cause he knows it's
the right thing to do.
- Fight, fight, fight,
fight, fight, fight, fight.
- Hope you've said your prayers, Leonard.
- And maybe that's the key,
knowing what's worth doing and what's not.
And the brave bit is not caring
if anyone thinks you're a coward.
And that's what I was
going to tell Curtis,
if he'd only given me a chance.
I can't show you exactly what happened.
Can't stomach it again.
But this is it in interpretive dance.
On skates.
I will be played by
Sarge, 'cause he's brave.
Curtis will be played by himself.
'Cause he's a bogan.
- Fight, fight, fight, fight.
How many bee stings?
- Three, four, five?
- Okay, we're done here.
- Does it look bad?
- What are
you going to tell Sarge?
- It was an accident.
We were playing handball
and I was running backwards
to get the ball.
- I just don't understand
why there were bees
at school in the first place.
- They used to be part of
the year 12 biology course,
until Lockie crashed into them.
- Stop eating all those jubes,
Phillip, you'll be sick.
- Get that would you, please, Phillip?
- That'll be Wingnut.
- So, how did it go?
- How did what go?
- The assignment.
You made the speech,
even though you were just
a little bit fearful.
- It was all right.
- But it was good to do it, wasn't it?
Just to get out there and do it.
You know, not hiding
at home, just doing it.
- Yeah, it was great.
- You don't seem very happy about it.
- These bee stings are
sort of distracting me
from my happiness, Mum.
- I just want to go for a surf
and forget today ever happened.
- Vicki's on the phone.
- What?
Hello?
- I'm not even supposed
to be using the phone.
I just had to make sure that,
that you're okay.
- Yeah, terrible accident, really.
- Well, I'm grounded, in case you care.
- How come?
- Because of what Curtis'
mate did to Dad's table.
They shouldn't have been here
while Mum and Dad were away.
- Good-o.
- I'm gonna go.
- Well.
Okay.
- Sometimes
you just need to get away,
where there's just the
sun, the sand, the surf
and no one to mess with your head.
Until some noodle tells you
Curtis reckons he's going
to beat you up every day till Christmas.
Not great news.
Almost as scary as the jumble
in my head about Vicki.
- You can't hide in bed all day.
Get up.
You've got penance to pay.
- What did I do in my sleep last night
to get me into trouble with Sarge?
Did you tell them about the fight?
- Only the bit about Curtis
beating you up every day
until Christmas.
- Lockie!
Joy, if you don't like the
plates we can get new ones.
- Mrs Eggleston's sculpture won.
- Well, that's, that's good, isn't it?
Mrs. F. Eggleston, winner
in the sculpture category.
Prize $300 cash.
Winning sculpture will be on display
at Main Street, Angelus, for three months.
That's, that's good, isn't it?
That, that, that's great.
Yeah, that's great, isn't it?
- No, Sarge, I'm in the nude!
With my big, back veranda
exposed for everyone to look at.
- Well, there is that.
I forgot.
I've got Curtis in the
back of the paddy waggon.
- Curtis is here?
Sarge never comes at things head on.
He likes to sneak up on problems.
Give them a touch of showbiz.
- Right, two coats ought to do it.
Nearly forgot.
Here are your brushes.
- Are you for real?
- Am I prone to making jokes, Lochlan?
- Never made a joke in your life.
- Never made a joke in your life, who?
- Sir! Never made a
joke in your life, sir!
- Now, I don't know about you, Curtis,
but I know Lochlan!
So I'm assuming he started this.
But you could've turned the other cheek.
Now, Monday morning,
if you two are thinking
of moving in to round two,
you'll be back in here Monday night.
- Nice one, Sarge.
There's one problem with the plan though.
He can see through the bars.
Curtis is going to see
that I'm not painting.
- No, he won't.
I'm not going to use
the word disappointed.
There are very few reasons in this life
to raise your fists, Lockie,
and Curtis is not one of them.
You almost had the right
idea by staying at home.
- Yeah, that's what Vicki said.
- Smart girl, that.
Complicated, but smart.
She phoned again, by the way.
Maybe you'd like to go around.
Once you've finished painting.
- Psst, Vicki.
- I have to make sure every
shrub is the exact same height,
to the millimetre.
Umm, quick, get in the recycle bin.
- What?
- They never use
it, it's just for show.
- That section's a little bit
higher than the rest, kitten.
- He doesn't get it, does he?
- Get what?
- That it's weird to go away and leave you
by yourself for three
days in the first place.
- I don't know if you can
talk about being weird.
- Well, if some bogan
got all hot and sweaty
over my girlfriend and then
decided to beat my head in.
- Is that what I am?
Your girlfriend?
- I don't know.
Mostly, you're my confusion.
- I just get sick of
being good all the time.
- See, I'm confused already.
I thought we were talking
about the Curtis thing?
- Yeah, well I am.
I knew Mum and Dad would chuck
a fit if I invited him over.
- But they weren't even here.
- Maybe I wanted you to chuck a fit too.
I said stuff like, I loved you,
and you didn't say it back.
- Yeah, but you say that you
love heaps of stuff, Vicki.
You love fishing,
you love falling asleep
in front of the telly,
you love nachos.
- You're just being thick now.
- But I wasn't.
I'm just not as complicated as Vicki.
All this whole love thing.
But it made me realise
what makes stuff scary.
It's when you don't know
what's going to happen.
- Do you think you'll ever say it?
- I don't even know what it means yet.
Does this, does this mean we
can still hang out, or not?
- All right, folks, it's showtime.
The winner of the sculpture prize,
with her very naturalistic
piece entitled Mum,
Mrs Florence Eggleston.
- Yay, Mum!
- Kiss.
Okay, let's see it.
It's inspirational, love.
- It's around the wrong way, you guys.
Come on, I said bum to the wall.
- I almost forgot.
I made you a card.
- Mum, we love your bum.
And we do.
- Quick, come on, quick, quick, quick.
Ho ho, look at that!
- I just don't think I'm happy
with every Tom, Dick and Harry,
staring at my back veranda.
- You've gotta face the fear, Mum.
Face the fear.