Marc Macaulay credited as playing...
Digger Soames
- Chris Smith: Hi Digger.
- Digger Soames: How ya been, boy?
- Chris Smith: Pretty good, how about yourself?
- Digger Soames: Oh, fair to middling. Blood pressure.
- Chris Smith: You taking medicine?
- Digger Soames: Yeah, all that. No salt, low stress. Course, Amy keeps making that fried chicken. You know I can't resist it.
- Chris Smith: How is Amy?
- Digger Soames: Well, she's all busted up right at the moment. You remember Dumpling, that old bluetick we had?
- Chris Smith: Yeah, sure, Dumpling.
- Digger Soames: Yeah, well, we had to put him to sleep yesterday morning.
- Chris Smith: Oh, no.
- Digger Soames: Yup. Well, you missed yourself a hell of a party a couple of weeks ago.
- Chris Smith: Sorry I missed your birthday.
- Digger Soames: Well, I'm glad you missed my birthday. I just wish you hadn't missed the party. How many people we have out there at the place, G-Man?
- G-Man: A couple hundred.
- Digger Soames: Oh, hell, it wasn't that many.
- G-Man: 150 anyway.
- Digger Soames: No shit.
- Chris Smith: Sorry I missed it.
- Digger Soames: Yeah, good old party. Lots of barbeque. Hey, G-Man here, he played the accordion. Hey, wasn't that gal out there? The one that's always sniffing around Chris's shit here. What the hell's her name? The one with the great big caboose on her.
- Chris Smith: Arlene?
- Digger Soames: Yeah, Arlene! You'd better look out for her, boy. She may be too much woman for you.
- Chris Smith: Well, she'd better stay away from the barbeque or she'll be too much woman to fit through the door.
- Digger Soames: Haha! Damn, you make me laugh. Hey, listen, I'm just gonna have the boys here kick the shit out of you. You'd better pay me my money in a couple of days or I'm gonna wrap you up in electrician tape and bury you in a coffin about 10 feet deep. Huh? I'll tell Amy you asked about her. That'll make her smile.
- G-Man: [G-man and Biker Thug advance towards Chris] He really likes you.