Rake

Joe Sandilands:
We might have to go a bit retail on this one, mate. The electrician will trump the tax lawyer any time.

David Potter:
I thought it was going to be uncontested.

Gav Myers:
What can we say? The Labor Party's a democracy.

Joe Sandilands:
Well, at least it has to be seen to be one until an actual decision needs to be made.

Melissa Partridge:
So... what, Jack Fulton's a threat, not a threat?

Joe Sandilands:
Nah. I don't think we need to worry about him. He's just a hard working local who worked his own way up through the ranks. Hasn't got a chance.

Melissa Partridge:
So I'm guessing "be prepared" means we better start to think about getting some dirt on Jack Fulton.

David Potter:
No, in the ALP "be prepared" we already have some dirt on Jack Fulton. [Melissa just stares at him] What?

Melissa Partridge:
23 seconds into your political career and you're already going all Karl Rove on me.

Wendy Greene:
She is your teacher! She's supposed to be telling you about Jane Austen! It is age-inappropriate sex.

Fuzz Greene:
It's bloody great sex.

Wendy Greene:
At your age you should be having exploratory sex with a girl your own age. And maybe... some oral. The damage you could be doing to your psyche could be irreparable. Darling, I know. I'm trained!

Fuzz Greene:
Well I'm not ending it.

Wendy Greene:
It is immoral!

Fuzz Greene:
Hello! I thought we didn't buy into this whole God-myth-mortal sin bullshit?

Wendy Greene:
I believe there's a natural order, a natural balance, and if the ribbons are... [Fuzz walks off] F***, FUZZ! I WANT YOU TO STOP SEEING THE WRETCHED WOMAN! DO YOU HEAR ME?

Fuzz Greene:
Most of the eastern seaboard can!

Cleaver Greene:
You know what my first act will be when I run this country?

Melissa Partridge:
Make threesomes compulsory?

Cleaver Greene:
Okay... uhhh... my second act will be to abolish five day weather forecasts and publicly execute those who give them.

Cleaver Greene:
You want the truth? Right wing chicks are hot. Much hotter than left wing chicks, and you know why that is? Because right wing chicks are aggressively carnivorous, self reliant Ayn Rand accolytes who understand the value of the moment. They get that sex is something in and of itself beholden to nothing and no-one and as a consequence of that understanding they're less inhibited and therefore hornier. Left wing chicks on the other hand, they're vegans who want a holistic experience. They're all about context. They talk about an orgasm like it's a pet spaniel, and so consequently the moment's ruined and this, Mr Clown, is the real reason why the left has carked it., because the right is constantly procreating while the left is grooming a dead dog.

Clown:
My mother was a communist.

Cleaver Greene:
Oh so you're adopted?

Cleaver Greene:
Do you want the truth? Right-wing chicks are hot. Much hotter than left-wing chicks. Do you know why that is? Because right-wing chicks are aggressively carnivorous, self-reliant, Ayn Rand acolytes who understand the value of the moment. They get that sex is something in and of itself, beholden to nothing and no one and as a consequence of that understanding, they're less inhibited and therefore hornier. Left-wing chicks on the other hand, they're vegans who want a holistic experience. They're all about context. They talk about an orgasm like it's a pet spaniel. So consequently the moment's ruined. And this Mr Clown is the real reason why the left has carked it.

Cleaver Greene:
This economic climate is turning every decent bender in this town into a reptile. First my bookie, now my brothel keeper. 12,000 years I've been coming to this place. You think I would have accrued some frequent f***er points by now.

Cleaver Greene:
[after reading out Byron's "She walks in beauty, like the night"] Bugger me, he was good.

Fuzz Greene:
Yeah, but what use is it?

Cleaver Greene:
What do you mean "What use is it"? It's poetry, you knucklehead. It has only one use, and that's pulling chicks.

Cleaver Greene:
What is is you c*nt face, Maria?

….before Ruth Featherby let me have a little feel down there and WOW! There was a really dense thicket, like a miniature Airedale had decamped in her pantaloons.