[…] Coupla bastards come the raw prawn over me on the last lap up from Melbourne and I done me last bob at Swy.

And be not drunk with wine, wherein is excess.

The moment they were unleashed the dogs reached the Hindu graveyard in quick time, and then reached the abandoned hockey playground, now a dustbowl, and from there they ran straight to Pandi's thatched hut and circled it twice.

Wow, your new man is much more of a looker than your last one!