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: [Justifying his actions for punching Shane during the performance
] Ever since he got out of jail, he's been after me. Luke
: That's got nothing to do with the musical. Tug
: He tried to get back at me by getting stuck into my girlfriend. At least everyone knows what a lowlife he is now. Alf
: I hope you realise you owe me a new pair of strides! Tug
: Oh, what you are you on about? Alf
: *Hot* Coffee! That's what I'm on about, I'll never get that flamin' stain out! Tug
: Well go and talk to Shane; It's got nothing to do with me
[Bobby gets out of her seat to see the commotion on stage
: The Hell it's got nothin' to do with you! You were the one who knocked the coffee out of my hand! Bobby
: I told you, there's no point in shouting at him, Alf. Luke
] And what do you suggest; Shake his hand for a "job well done"? There aren't too many people that can ruin an *entire* musical in one fell swoop! Alf
: You'd better get him outta here, Bobby. Before someone strings him up! Bobby
: Come on, Tug. Tug
: I wanna see Sarah. Bobby
: You can see her tomorrow... Tug
: I wanna see her now... Luke
] JUST... leave.
: [Discussing Adam and Shane's encyclopedia sales
] It's not gonna happen, I flatly refuse. Alf
: Hang on, Don. Have you looked into this properly? Donald
: Looked into what? We're dealing with Adam Cameron? Alf
: Yeah, I know that. But I mean, they'd be good for the school. Wouldn't they? Donald
: Well Yes, but at what price? Bobby
: Dad, they're free. No charge, You know, Zilch? Alf
: Gee, Don. I don't reckon you oughta look a gift horse in the mouth, encyclopedias don't grown on trees, you know...
: I'll only take so much from you. Alan Fisher
: Oh, No You won't. You'll take as much as I can dish out, Mr Big Man! Hitting out at women and children, You're not so tough when someone stands up to you. You're a gutless wonder. Donald Fisher
] No... I won't be dragged down to your level. Your mother was right; We'll talk about this tommorow and I can assure you, You are going to be *very* sorry.
] Alan Fisher
: I knew you were too gutless to hit me! Donald Fisher
: [turns back
] Gutless? No! Civillized.
] Alan Fisher
: [a crowd gathers; Alan holds his head
] Oh no! Bobby Simpson
: Alan? Donald Fisher
: [lurches back over to Alan
] Alan? Alan? Alan, what it is it? Is it the aneurysm? For god's sake what is it? Alan Fisher
: [Is fine and begins taunting Donald
] Oh, Dad. Never knew you cared?
] Donald Fisher
: You swine... You malicious, little swine!
[hits Alan with the back of his hand
] Alan Fisher
: [Crowd recoils in shock, Alan taunts Donald once more
] Bang... You're Dead!