- I'll have you know that Helen and I are going out on a date tomorrow night.
- James!
That's fantastic, sorry, (chickens squawking) news!
And where are you taking the lovely Helen?
- Probably just The Drovers.
- The Drovers?
Ugh.
Look, tomorrow is your big chance to finally impress Helen.
(snaps) You should take her to the Reniston.
Trust me, women like to be wined and dined.
- Hm, I don't know.
Seems a bit grand.
- Can't you see it, Jim?
The music oozing out of Benny Thornton's trombone and you full of champagne, and Helen leaning across the table, the look of love in her eyes.
(groans) Kiss me, Helen.
(lips smacking) Mwah!
(chicken flaps) Oh, oh, okay.
(Jim chuckles) - Maybe.
- And I mean, after Hugh, she is probably more used to the finer things in life.
(slow, somber music) (birds chirping) (rooster crows)
