That's a nice camera. New?
Give us a look?
Yeah, fuck you, pass it over.
Tell me you're not taking—
Are you looking at them now?
Well, we're in McDonalds at the International Airport.
Also, there's an old lady behind you.
Maybe she'll want to star in your next set.
From night shift manager to pornographer, huh?
I'm going to leave that camera in the hands of children, you know that, right?
You got weird fucking fetishes—and I'll be back in a sec. Taking a piss.
Well, she wanted to, but I said that'd be an invasion of your privacy.
When I said that, she offered me fifty bucks.
By the way, you are aware of the fact that traveling with you for two weeks with a camera full of relationship porn is asking for trouble.
I mean—you know how this is going to end, right?
For two weeks?
Restraints? On a holiday?
Holiday's in another country are consequence free. Didn't you get the memo?
You've always been shockingly conservative on vacation, you know that, right?
Should I get t-shirt?
You're really going to do that, aren't you?
Seriously, man, it's a holiday. I just spent two months grinding through HSC tutoring. My students, they're going to go to away to Schoolies and drink and fuck like there's no tomorrow. Outside the drinking, that sounds like the way to be to me.
Sounds good, that's what it sounds. Just kick back, have fun, and know that in two weeks, I got to be back here, broke.
The children, you understand.
Maybe you should keep the photos for a resume, then?
You reckon it's easy, though?
Being a porn director?
I reckon there'd be a lot of cleaning.
What you and your girlfriend do in your spare time is none of my business.
The shiny upper middle class life, hey?
Maybe you should take photos of that?
Yeah. I reckon there's a whole market for it. Cute girls cleaning your house. Dusters, mops, but nothing hardcore. None of that—that sex with appliance shit you might be thinking of. I mean, maybe naked, but it'd be pure cleaning. Down on her knees, scrubbing a floor, up on a ladder, getting cobwebs out of the corner.
And the end—the cum shot of the whole thing, is a wide angled shot of a whole house in pure cleanliness.
We'd be millionaires.
Yeah, okay. Just let me say goodbye to the old lady behind you first. I feel that we've bonded today.