Puberty Blues

Hi, Sue. Hi, Debbie.

Hi, Debbie. Hi, Sue.

There were three main sections

of Cronulla Beach, South Cronulla, North Cronulla

and Greenhills.

Everyone was trying to make it to Greenhills.

That's where the top surfer gang hung out.

Prettiest girls from school

and the best surfers on the beach.

Bad surfboard riders on their L plates,

the Italian family groups,

the uncool kids from Bankstown swarmed to South Cronulla.

Dickhead land.

Crawlers.

Didn't even say hello.

Shh. That's where it all began.

- Ignore them. - Certainly will.

- We were dickheads. - I can't stand brown nosers.

Look at Danny.

Isn't he great?

Far out.

- Cheryl. - Yeah.

- Good one, Cheryl. - Yeah.

That was great.

What are those crawlers doing?

- Exactly that, crawling. - Sucking up to you or what?

- Bye, mom. - Bye, Debra.

And don't slam that door.

If you weren't a surfer chick,

you were a nobody.

You were a nerd.

Hi.

If you wanted to get into the gang,

you had to crawl after and suck up to all the gang girls.

Gee, your hair looks great today, Trace.

Yeah, unreal.

Got a cigarette, Trace?

Yeah, but you're not getting any.

Take this.

Hey, Trace.

Trying to study, eh, Freda?

Watch out for the crawlers.

- Sit down, will ya? - Hey, Trace.

Cheryl, good one.

Bitch face.

- Box tosser. - Yeah, fish face moll.

Hey, did you see Garry?

- Where? - In the back?

- What about you? - No I don't reckon I'll pass.

- Isn't he a spunk. - Yeah.

Here comes Danny.

- Good day, Danny. - Hey, Danny, here.

Oh, what a dead set doll.

Give us a suck.

Dead set I'm going to fail today,

I didn't do any study.

- It's cool, look. - Oh, perf.

Cheryl does it all the time.

She always passes.

Vicki and Kim too.

Seagull, you jerk.

Who was that?

Gutless wonder.

Shit.

Don't let her get away with that.

Serves her right, the moll.

Deb, give it to her.

Pull her hair.

Bite her, bite her.

People, back to your seats.

When you're seated, we'll move.

Gonna stop?

You let go first.

We'll let go together.

Alright.

Come on, hurry it up.

You showed her, Deb.

Sue? Sixteen?

Psst.

Fredrick the Great.

1912.

1740 to 1786

What do you think he'll do?

Probably expel us.

Don't say that.

- My olds'll just crack. - Your olds?

Well, this is a nice state of affairs isn't it?

Isn't it, Danny?

Yes, sir.

I mean, no, sir.

- Funny is it? - No, sir.

Who else was involved?

Debra?

Nobody, sir.

- Says who? - No one, sir.

I cannot tell you how disappointed I am in the lot of you.

You come from good homes, all of you.

You're all capable of doing well.

Why do you cheat?

Very well, you'll be on detention for two weeks.

Fuck.

Alright, Hennessy, so you don't appreciate my leniency.

Debbie!

Sue!

How'd you go with Bishop?

He went off his brain.

- Did he expel you? - No.

What'd he do?

He put us on detention for two weeks.

The boys got six each as well.

- Did you dob? - No way.

- Dead set? - Dead set.

Want to come down the dunnies for a smoke?

Alright

Come on, kid, get out of there.

Listen, I want you to go and watch for Mrs. Velland -

I don't want -

Just go and do it.

Mrs. Velland's coming.

Shit.

Eating in the toilets Debra?

Cultivating bad habits.

Good god, how many have you got?

Don't know, never count them.

Your old will have a breakdown is she sees it.

Who cares, I couldn't give a stuff.

Looks like Count Dracula.

Where else have you got them?

All over.

Hi.

Back off, moll.

Yeah, rack off, you nerd.

God, she's ugly,

don't know how the boys can root her.

Okay, girls.

You know it's church fellowship tonight,

you're going of course.

Mom, where's my blue jeans?

I don't know, darling,

where'd you leave them?

Oh god, I don't know.

They're still dirty.

I'm washing tomorrow.

You could wear a dress.

When the hell are going to eat decent biscuits?

Apparently not.

- So, where you off to? - Just out.

- Hi, Debbie. - Hi, Mrs. Knight.

- Out where? - Down the Paddock.

Who else is going?

Every one's going, Mrs. Knight.

What time will you be back?

Not late.

- What do you call not late? - You ready?

Mom, we're running late.

- Hi. - Hi.

Bruce Boyd will be here, he really likes you.

How do you know?

- Believe me. - Who told you?

- Can't say. - Dead set?

- Isn't it perf? - Yeah.

- Who is he? - One of the boys.

He seen you down at the beach.

Works for his old man.

And he's got a peddle van.

Oh god, do I look alright.

Rootable.

Which one is he?

Debbie, meet Bruce. Bruce, Debbie.

- Hi. - Hi.

Go get her Bruce boy.

Yeah, come on mate, go for it.

Oh come on, Debbie, he won't bite.

- Will you go around with me? - Yeah.

- Bye - Give it hell.

- Bye, Deb. - Have a good time, mate.

- Darren Peters. - Oh, he's a real spunk.

I'll say.

I didn't pay any attention.

You would've thought I was trying to crack onto him.

Yeah.

And he was with this real moll.

Lucky bitch.

Was he looking at you?

Sort of, yeah.

What's the matter with you?

Dead set, it's so far,