Pimped

- It doesn't make any sense at all.

You think it's a lot of money so your mind's telling you

oh, don't spend any more, it's just for kicks.

This pissweak little voice inside your head

is telling you to accept lesser quality (mumbles).

Like even though you're willing

to spend your hard earned cash

on what is already an expensive purchase,

this little voice is telling you

to accept poor quality on your investment.

But any way you look at it that's third world economics.

Invest more, I say, go for gold.

Compared to your initial purchase,

percentage wise, it's low.

And your friends are going to be happier.

It's a gift.

And now you're happy.

Thank you.

- I've got some people you need to meet.

("Fuck The Pain Away" by Peaches)

Your house is huge!

- You like it? - I like it a lot.

I love my house.

- This is yours? - This is my house.

After you.

("Fuck The Pain Away" by Peaches)

I'm ready.

It's awfully quiet.

Sounds like bliss.

Domestic bliss?

Relax.

Well I would.

But I see things that need to be done.

Can't help wanting to be the one to do them now, can I?

You're a saint.

I am what I am.

I'm not listening.

Yet you still hear me.

- The Charlington Estate is huge.

It's like a maze.

You literally have to get there by boat.

They have their own wharf.

We hunt them in pairs.

We give them a 90-second head start and then we head off.

Most guys, they run.

Sweating, creaming their pants,

but no, no, no, no, not us.

See they only hide from the ugly ones.

You know they, have their own nine-hole golf course?

- I'd kill for my own golf course.

Be my guest.

Wouldn't be the first time.

Bit much, don't you think?

I agree.

(moans) Sweet!

You're good, you're very good.

The floor's warped.

- Oh yeah, yeah, there's a lot of width in here.

Man, I am getting sick of winnings!

I don't feel well.

Shy will get you nowhere.

You're beautiful.

To your god-awful rich parents

and their snooty little country club.

To mummy!

Now, to the winner go the spoils.

Pour it yourself, Richie Rich.

You have to be such a cunt?

Takes one to know one.

Indeed it does.

Hi.

I'm Lewis Henry Robinson , at your service.

I'm Lewis, Lewis Henry Robinson.

I'm Lewis Henry Robinson.

Hi, I'm Lewis Henry Robinson.

At your service.

I'm Lewis Henry Robinson at your service.

A whisky neat, thank you.

I used to sneak into a joint like this when I was 15.

With my brother's ID.

And now, here we are stuck in this miniature time warp,

just 15 years too late for the party (chuckles).

To time travel,

and for those who aren't afraid to get a little dizzy.

Warp speed.

- (chuckles) Technically speaking,

warp speed isn't time travel.

Is that so?

- Well, you know, it's more like hyper drive.

You see, matter doesn't just disappear

and reappear someplace else.

You just get to where you're going a hell of a lot faster.

And where's that?

- Well if I knew that it wouldn't be near as much fun.

Sorry.

I'm such an idiot.

- If you could time travel, where would you?

Back.

- Reason? - Fix my fuck ups.

You?

Fast forward.

But that'd be cheating.

- Do you really need to be in here?

He's handsome.

I should go home.

- No way, I'm not let letting you run away.

He's perfect.

I'm not you.

He likes you.

I don't wanna do this anymore.

Okay then, let's leave.

And then what?

Sit around at home, trying not to think about him?

Others (chuckles)?

I could do that.

You're back.

I thought you might have fast forwarded to somewhere better.

Evidently not.

Lewis Henry Robinson.

At your service.

But you probably already knew that.

- Nice to meet you again, Lewis Henry Robinson.

- You're forever pushing me away.

See-saw,

she saw.

Buckle up, kiddos.

- The key to survival is the end of this sad, deluded idea

that we actually possess a soul (laughs).

- And here I was thinking it was food and shelter.

- Well no, the end of fatalism religion, magic, rebirth,

all of these delusions that have crept into our psyches

without our even being aware of them, gone.

All those smart enough to accept everything

that's unchangeable, life, death, randomness,

they're going to be the winners.

Or it could be nothing, nothing at all.

My money's on nothing.

So you're a gambler?

Oh, everyone gambles.

Most people just aren't awake enough

to realize that's what they're doing.

So, in this unique brand of anarchy you subscribe to

what's off limits?

Hey!

That is no way to treat a host.

Come back!

You are fun!

Come back!

Oi.

Kenny, where's the party at?

Kenny?

Kenneth?

Bloody hell.

I can explain.

Kenneth is a monster.

Can we talk this through?

Sarah Rachel Montrose.

34 Clauson Parade, Lillyvale.

You came a hell of a long way to get laid.

- You come any closer and I'll slice your balls off.

I'll do it, fucker.

Yes, you're quite capable.

- Give me my bag. - Come on Sarah,

let's just talk about this-- - Now!

Come and get it.

- You can't leave without it.

- Just give me bag and then I'm leaving.

I should call the cops.

Oh, you wanna call the cops?

Call the cops.

He raped me.

You raped me.

You set me up to be raped by your friend.

Rape is such an ugly word.