Blue Juice

Chloe, what's that?

That is our new window.

Our new window?

I just woke up and thought a window would be great there.

Chloe, we're going round the world.

Don't need a new window.

J.c., there's a sock on your...

It's in mourning.

It's sad.

6 weeks with no love is a very long time,

but now all that's over.

No more suffering.

Yeah?

No more back pain.

Just you and me...

And a whole lot of catching up to do.

So just lie back and relax...

And let the jeepster do the work.

Breakfast?

Breakfast?

Trifle sound good?

Ooh.

You are feeling better.

Oi!

Moose: Nice pinny.

Shh!

What's going on?

Surf.

Surf?

6 foot?

Yeah.

Clean.

6 foot and clean?

Come on, come on.

Come on.

Chloe, you're gonna kill me.

I've really screwed up. I've got a lesson.

What, now?

Sorry.

The kids, they're...

They're waiting.

Come on, crab, move it!

Whoo-hoo!

This way, come on!

Yee-ha!

Whoo-hoo!

Crab, not again, man.

Moose, you dragged me out of bed for this?

He promised.

Man: It's coming.

Moose: Shape.

Yeah. 2 weeks, 4 days and every night.

It's coming.

Unbelievable.

What have you got there, shape?

Hawaiian seaweed.

"To call upon the gods of the islands

"to send waves,

"sprinkle it upon the water

and chant the sacred name of makaheekee."

How do you think you say this?

Shape, please, spare us the guru shit.

J.c., how many days good surf

do we get in cornwall?

Don't know, boys. What do you reckon? 1 in 10?

And how about Hawaii?

Endless summer, man.

Yeah, can't wait.

One perfect barrel after another.

Whoo! Whoo!

Boom!

All right for you.

What have we got to look forward to?

Winter. What a bummer.

We get gnarly waves.

When you've broken the ice.

Makaheekee.

Makaheekee.

Makaheekee.

All: Makaheekee.

Makaheekee.

Makaheekee.

Makaheekee.

Makaheekee.

Makaheekee.

Makaheekee.

Dan: All these young people

seem to want to leave in the winter.

Gordon: It does get quite bleak roundabouts.

Bleak's an awful strong word. I won't hear bleak.

Damp, maybe, then?

Fresh. I'll give you fresh.

Well, I've never been one for foreign travel.

Not with all the beauty of cornwall on my doorstep.

But it seems this young lady's going all around the world.

We wish Chloe well on her trip to paradise

with a special request

from someone called the jeepster.

Wait for it. Remember,

I don't want to see any dragging feet.

It's one clean movement.

And...

Paddle, paddle, paddle, paddle.

Up!

Yeah.

When are we going in the water?

Listen, this is really good practice

when there aren't any waves.

My mom paid you to take me surfing.

The first rule of surfing: Mellow out.

Hippy!

Children chanting: Hippy!

Hippy!

Hippy!

Hippy!

Chloe, that's gonna burn.

I expect you had to tell the kids

your shark story.

Chloe, it's bubbling, honestly.

It's supposed to caramelize.

It doesn't mean napalm it, does it?

Really. Pass me the cream.

Got any of that... got any syrup?

What?

Nothing.

What?

I just, like watching you cook.

Yeah?

Nice pinny.

Chloe: Out!

Ok, kids, what'll it be?

Trifle.

Yeah! Yeah!

You're not old enough.

Sorry. Only one portion left,

and I promised the great shark rider he could have it.

Yeah?

Yeah. Tonight.

And you'd better not have any other plans.

No, no. I'm...

All yours.

Man: I know, j.C., it's been too long.

No worries. Me and Josh can handle it.

Yeah. You, me, slim, Josh. All the boys together again.

Yeah, all right.

Sweet. See you.

j.c.'s up for it?

Of course. Told you he would be.

And he knows?

Sure.

Listen.

Do us a favor.

Bang that gong when I give you a green light.

Yeah? Sweet.

Hard as you can.

Yeah, nice one.

Now.

Aah!

Fuck!

Are you having a go at me?

Just having a laugh.

ha ha! Excellent. Do I get royalties?

Crab: What if some townie jerk buys this place?

That's no drama, man.

He's right, you know.

They'd probably turn it into a captain ahab's theme bar.

Where are we gonna hang then?

Crab, man, you're starting to stress.

88.

You did 88?

88.

What can I say, man? You know,

congratulations.

Ladies and gentlemen, the new king of pipeline.

Would the old king like to present the crown?

Crab: 87!

Come on!

Dig in!

88!

Come on, one more! One more!

Crab: 89!

Crab: And still the king!

Thought you hated the press.

It's for my mum, all right?

Now, I know what you wear's important, Josh,

so you choose.

Which balaclava? Green or blue?

Josh: He's dead.

They were only sleeping pills.

Just how many did you give him?

Enough.

How many's enough?

Enough.

Plus a couple extra to be on the safe side.

Yeah.

Well, if we end up in court, Dean,

just remember, you're the one who drugged him.

Relax. I work a lot with pharmaceuticals.

I'm sorry.

I must have missed your 6 years of medical school, Dr. Dean.