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Does anyone want to take over fuckyeahcityhomicide?
Also, anyone want to help out with fuckyeahseapatrol? I reckon it’s time to open it up a bit. I know there’s a few of you out there that love Sea Patrol and City Homicide as much as I do, and I’d love some help :)
I can use some new admins.
If you’re interested, send me your email and which blog you’d like.
I got two responses so far, but I need your email addresses guys :)
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John Adam. 2011 TV Week Logie Awards.
This guy is just too gorgeous! I expect lots of reblogs. :P
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Matt: (Message.) Where are you? It’s me. It’s Matt. Simon reckons you need to read your classics. There were actually four musketeers – Athos, Porthos, Aramis and D’Artagnan. See you tomorrow.
-City Homicide: In the Hands of Giants
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Matt: You coming for a drink?
Jen: No. You know I don’t like those cop joints.
Matt: Don’t worry about Duncan. He’ll come around.
Jen: You lot are like the Three Musketeers. All for one and bugger the rest.
Duncan: Matt. Move your arse.
Jen: Go celebrate. You nailed him.
Matt: Yeah. We did.
-City Homicide: In the Hands of Giants
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Simon: What’s Italian for my wrist’s broken?
Duncan: Dickhead.
-City Homicide: In the Hands of Giants
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Jen: You know the difference between you and a sergeant, Duncan? I have to take shit from a sergeant.
-City Homicide: In the Hands of Giants
Jen: (Storming into the toilets.) Bloody Sparkes! Pain in the arse, misogynistic piece of shit!
Bernice: (From the other stall.) Mapplethorpe? Jennifer, isn’t it?
Jen: Ah, yes, ma’am.
Bernice: Transfer not working out too well?
Jen: No. No, ma’am. Everything’s fine.
Bernice: Mmm hmm.
Jen: I was just… venting.
Bernice: Ah, venting. I was 18 when I came into this job. In those days a female cop could only be one of two things – a nympho or a dyke – determined entirely on whether you stuffed up by sleeping with one of your male colleagues. The second station I went to, they didn’t even have a toilet, a female toilet. And when one was finally installed they boys took to using it with great gusto and relish and stank the place out. Which, of course, amused them highly, as I’m sure you can imagine. You know what I did about it? I didn’t do anything about it. I kept my head down and did my job. I didn’t waste time on the bullshit. They think differently to us. (Points to her head.) This is our secret weapon, Jennifer. Use it.
-City Homicide: In the Hands of Giants
Bernice: (To Matt, Jen and Simon.) Honestly, if the three of you had half a brain between you, it’d be lonely. With respect.
-City Homicide: In the Hands of Giants
Stanley: Simon, interview rooms are for interviews. You want to eat your lunch, go somewhere else and eat it.
Simon: Sorry, Sarge. (To Matt and Jen.) That’d be fine if we actually got a lunch break.
-City Homicide: In the Hands of Giants
Matt: Can’t you cover her up?
Uniform: The crime team’s running late.
Matt: Cover her up anyway.
Uniform: Yeah right. They’re gonna love that.
Matt: My responsibility. Matt Ryan. (He and Simon walk into the building.)
Simon: Bond. James Bond.
Matt: Piss off!
-City Homicide: In the Hands of Giants
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