Mathias Cormann: Joe. You’ve done great work with the budget. History will recognise it as one of the greatest ever.
Joe Hockey: Don’t be so humble. We. Mathias. We. Your contribution was invaluable.
M: You are too kind. You did all the heavy lifting. Your decisions will reduce the size of the budget deficit from the dimensions of an Arnie Schwarzenegger bicep to a body builder's tiny downstairs region.
J: Oh Mathias, you have such a way with words. And to think English isn’t even your mother tongue.
They both puff on their cigars and look out into the distance, watching the smoke slowly dissipate.
M: Great cigar. Where’d you get it? How much?
J: How much? You're kidding me aren’t you? How much! Got it off a mate who owns Cuban Cigarworld. How much? How much!!
M: That’s my Joe.
J: I’ve got a truckload of them.
M: How many?
J: If I lined them up end to end, reckon they’d stretch from here to Bali.
M: Bali you say. That’s a lot of cigars. I’ve never been to Bali.
M: No. True. Never been. I hear it’s great.
J: It’s fucking ace. Want to go?
M: Why not? I’d love to!
J: Leave it to me. I’ll fix it up. Just let the budget blow over for a week or two. It only takes a fortnight before no one could give a toss about it, let alone remember what was in it. Then we’ll get away to Bali. Sweet as. I’ll arrange everything.
M: I can’t allow you to do that Joe. You’ve done enough for me already. I insist. I’ll arrange everything. My shout.
J: Your shout! Are you an idiot or something? No way will we have to pay. I’ve got a mate who can sort it out.
M: Well, the least you can do is give me a number to ring so I can do the legwork for you.
J: If you want, Mathias me old mate. I’ll give you the direct line to Andrew Burnes at Helloworld. Top bloke.
M: Andrew Burnes. What does he do there?
J: He is Hellofuckingworld. It’s his company. He can set the whole thing up for us. A week in Bali, Mathias. We’ve earned it. No one would begrudge us a week away. We’re entitled to a bit of R and R.
M: I just have to ring him, and give him the dates? That simple?
J: Yeah. That simple. If only everything was that simple! Getting the deficit down has been a real bugger of a thing to do.
M: Yes. A girlie man couldn’t do it, but thank the Lord we have you.
J: Girlie-man. What do you mean?
M: No. A girlie man. A big sook. A cry baby at movies. A greenie; tree hugging hater of coal. Only watches the ABC and you can’t shut the open border lover up from going on and on about climate change.
J: Oh yeah. But seriously. The budget deficit must have taken Viagra. It’s been a nightmare to get it down.
M: Too many people on welfare, wanting their handouts.
J: Couldn’t have said it better. All these useless idiots, leaning on us, wanting something for nothing. Think the world owes them a living. Think they’re entitled to any handout they can think of. Well, they can all get fucked.
M: I know what you mean. I can’t stomach them either. Especially the single mums.
J: Don’t get me started.
They both lean back and puff away on the cigars. Mathias turns to Joe.
M: Joe. You don’t mind if I take a few of these cigars home with me.
J: Of course not. Take a box of them.
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