The Worst Idea Of All Time - REPLAY: S02E06 - Dust

Episode Date: September 3, 2025

THIS EPISODES WERE RECORDED 10 YEARS AGO, PLEASE FORGIVE US OUR TRESPASSESGuy and Tim are both naked, least for a pair of underwear each. They sit together on a couch, under a blanket, watching Sex in The City 2 for the sixth time in as many weeks on a small screen tablet connected to a bluetooth speaker. The kiwi lads are still in Melbourne, Australia. They have lost their minds. This episode features a fan fiction story from Tim, multiple accusations from Guy to his fellow podcaster and some math on a calculator watch. Enjoy. They sure didn't.Support the boys on their modern-day adventures at twioat.substack.com Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Hello, friends. As we put the finishing touches on our next exciting adventure for you, we thought it was the perfect time to replay our second season of the podcast where we watch Sex and the City 2 every week for a year, hot off the back of the tragic news that and just like that will not be returning. Please enjoy. It's the worst idea of all time It's the worst idea of all time It's the worst idea of all time True colors That's why I love you

So don't be afraid To let them shun True colors True colors Are you doing us if we started All right Hello, humans of earth. Welcome along to the worst idea of all time, episode six.

Step right up, step right up, witness the mental and emotional destruction of two fully grown men from New Zealand. My name is Timbeth. Step right up, step right up. You want to watch two folks genuinely going out of their minds this week? You're going to the right place, people. I'm Guy Montgomery, and that was one of the worst two hours and 26 minutes of my young life. You lost your mind. through that viewing guy

there's no getting around it there's no sugar-coding it you were up to some weird shit and both of us are very scandaly clad right now so it just intensifies the kind of you told me during that movie that you thought I was capable of murder yeah yeah I said to me

you I said if you got bored enough in your life there was more an indictment on you than on you watching the movie though in that moment because you were just doing such wacky shit because you couldn't go on your phone you couldn't go on like Facebook you couldn't go for a run you couldn't leave the room or anything thing. I did 20 push-ups.

You did do some push-ups. But my point being, I think you're capable of murder if you got bored enough. Just to shake it up. You would kill a man. I think that's not fair. I mean, I understand that if anyone was entitled to having an opinion on something like that would be you. You've seen me in positions.

Is that why that flippant comment hurt so bad? Because you've let me in, guy. It hurts so good. I've spent more time with you than anyone else. Really? Lest your family Probably Lest my family

For the backlog of time I've spent with them That's probably not true yet But if I have my work in life Your dreams are free If you do it over the last Like year Yeah That's probably

I'd say you've spent more time With me than anyone else So we hold the world record Hey look Tim for people I mean God knows how this would happen But what say someone

Just so having to download this singular episode. Oh, okay. What's happened? Guy and I embarked on starting a podcast a while ago where we were going to watch grown-ups too in Adam Sandler movie. Initially, yeah, with an opening to date, just until we couldn't anymore. And then very early on in the piece we decided that that wasn't really going to be a

tangible, well, not tangible, it wasn't going to be a goer. It wasn't going to be a ball. So we put her cap on it and we said we'll do it once a week for a year. And then we did. And then we got to the end. And then we decided to do it again for another year with six and the two. And do you know what, Tim? I cannot help but wonder what Lenny and the boys are up to.

Lenny and Carl. I would, no, no, no, Lenny Fader. Oh, right. I would kill to spend an afternoon with Lenny Lammonsov Higgins and McKenzie. Yeah. I don't know what Bumpy's doing right now. Is he cutting a record deal? I mean, they were, they weren't like, they weren't the best people, but I think that they are of a higher moral fiber than the company that we have so chosen to keep. It's interesting that. They're more, they're more, childlike. They're more relatable. They're childlike, because they're innocent, because they're dummies. And the women of sex in the city, too, are kind of like, they're more evil because they're less dummies.

Samantha is actively ignorant. I understand that, you know, she's going through some hormone stuff, and she's being deprived of her coping mechanisms in the hormones. But she's an insufferable piece of work. Why? Why do you say that? Because she's just like, she gets given this dope-ass free trip to Abu Dhabi to experience the new Middle East or whatever.

And she takes it with open. hands. I don't think she ever really shows enough gratitude or gratefulness to her hosts. Yeah. I mean, I think she's advantageous. She's taken advantage to the situation and bullied to her for that. But at least you know, be somewhat grateful. Communicate

that. And then she actively starts disrespecting the culture there. She's blowing sheisha pipes like their wangs. Yeah. She's funneling erections in an open-air restaurant. Yeah. She then proceeds to get arrested for some sort of

sex on a beach sex on the beach do do do do do do want to have sex on the beach come on everybody tonight oh yeah they got them

they got them oh was that vinger boys or someone else not vinger boys yeah but she gets arrested taken into a hotel room and then like chewed out completely

then she goes back upstairs to the room and is like demanding food immediately and then it's like taking her back and takes the calling reception to complain about it

it's like what do you expect to happen what do you expect to happen lady I don't know Tim to your first point of her not showing enough gratitude toward her hosts who have given her a $22,000 a night room for free

and flown her like first first first class yeah that's true and a shake's private airline that's how she got to where she is today you know she played tough she played ball and sometimes that means not saying sorry and sometimes it means not saying thank you as much as you should

but she's losing her grip as a publicist she's just got blind faith and carrie's telling she's not working hard enough carrie gets a bad review samantha doesn't front foot the situation she just says i don't worry that person's a fuck quit all the other reviews will be dope that is not what a good publicist does it's true actually do you know what i would do if i was samantha jones and that review came through i'd um get a horsehead and put it in the reviewer's bed when they're out. You're going to say you'd roll up the copy of the New Yorker, slap a prophylaptic or sheath on it, and just fud yourself silly because you're in the Middle East.

And, I mean, you're really jones in for something, but you can't find it because of cultural norms over there. That too. Yeah. You could pick one. So you could do both. You'd order the horse head. Yes.

And then you'd fud yourself silly with a magazine. Yeah. They're not mutually exclusive. One doesn't stop the other happening. I mean, I feel like we've entered a weird twilight. zone where you, you, Timbatt and the character of Samet the Jones play by Game Control have crossed over. We're one and the same.

Hey. I've seen what you do with magazines. You highlighted what your shining light was this week. I can remember it. Thank God. First of all, I'd like to preface this before I get to the shining light by saying that the interdimensional time-traveling warlock that is the supposed Danish architect in this film, who's quite literally been roaming the desert for centuries, millennia.

His non-corporal form can only be freed if someone can correctly guess what nationality he is. The origins of his accent. And let me tell you, this is a slippery, freaking accent. And obviously, I mean... Hello, hello ladies, sorry to interrupt you. My name, Ricard. I travel in Land Rover. Why go to a hotel when does it so beautiful?

I have been wandering the plains of Abu Dhabi for many years trying to be unlocked from this hellish dimension I have stumbled into. If you can please just correctly guess accent origins, I will be freed from this world and this galaxy and back home to roam with my alien kin. Anyway, so we just have to, that's all glossed over by the movie for whatever reason. They think there's not time to get into it. You've got 2,026 minutes. You can definitely explore this thread. It's a fucking buttload more interesting than the garbage. You're forcing down our esophagus.

What a great spinoff there to be. So he goes into the hotel. Samantha makes a really crass joke about his name. What is it? Rickard Spurt. Yeah. And he's like, Richard Spurt. You're Dick Spurt or whatever.

And he goes, could you be any more American? And then, like, it's a rhetorical joky question. And then he, before anyone can do anything, he doesn't miss a beat. And he goes, I don't think so. And it was just, I don't know if it was an ad lib or what the situation was, but I really enjoyed it. He's cracking up with his own rhetorical answer. And we were just grabbing at this movie to enjoy anything.

I mean, this was... This was a savage viewing. Savage. We made up... The movie bore its teeth this week. Guy and I, mainly guided the heavy lifting, came up with a alternative storyline where Carrie is of Native American Navajo heritage, and she... She has an American bald eagle growing inside of her stomach, which will spring forth before the next moon, and it has to come out through a vaginal birth and not through a C-section, because if it comes out through a C-section, it will start a rain of terror.

Inside your stomach is a powerful American eagle, so powerful if it, you can probably feel it cloring and pecking from within your womb right now. Which is weird, because birds are born in eggs. That's what I didn't get about your narrative. That's why the bird is so confused and angry. Yeah. It's found itself within a human womb. So who were the men charged with placating the spirit animal? Oh, fuck, no.

There was a couple of the men who were charged with that, and they had to bring a feather of a bald eagle and a talking frog to the top of Mount Rushmore and then destroy the president's faces. Yeah. Look, we were really doing anything we could to inject some new life into this bloated carcass. we tried the what's it called CPR what's it when you when someone's like when you put your mouth against theirs and you blow yeah what's that called CPR's like the whole thing isn't it yeah like that mouth to mouth yeah we were putting mouth to mouth on this movie yeah what was your shining light tim uh oh good question that's me ask ashley

That's me Do you ever watch the Amanda Bynes show? Yes It was a real forerunner I think we may have mentioned that ages ago in season one And just how fucking good it was I know

Because she went quite nutty Which was a tragedy Because she was a phenomenal comic talent From such an early age Yeah Those dancing lobsters You joking me mate That was bloody

That hurt the mark Yeah And it was like There were lots of just non sequitur lines In her opening monologue Where she'd say I've got to go I've got bacon in my shoe

Or something like that I mean She had that delightful Like slightly southern Like she was from Arkansas or something How do you spell Arkansas Oh mate I couldn't even begin to spell Arkansas

Have a whack at it Nah I will embarrass myself Do it Do you know how to spell it Absolutely Okay Arkansas

A A A K E You gotta say Yeah Do that

So what is it Really Try again Oh, Ar-K? I? Is it an O? Eh.

Is it a vowel? Ding. A. A-R-K-A. N-S-A. Oh, is that it? Yeah. Oh, it's not that long or hard.

Well, you wouldn't have got the S's. No, I definitely wouldn't have. You would have been looking for a marauding W. No, I wouldn't. Because I know it's French. You would have uplifted the W from the W. The former president himself, George W. Bush, and planted at the back end of Arkansas in your topsy-turvy, mixed-up ignoramus world in which Arkansas is spelled with a W. I guess my shining light is Miranda's husband, whose name I still haven't quite captured.

He talks like he's walked off the set of goodwill hunting. He does a bit. When he says to him, Miranda, just quit your job. Quit your job. Quit your job. It's no worth that. come out about around the house it's not worth it go and find something that you love find a job where they'll appreciate you i need to do my job i'm a low i'm a high-powered lawyer do you want to

hear my fan fiction i wanted you to do a roleplay with me what i've abandoned it i'm sorry can you okay i'll listen to your silly little short story you've written okay if you qualify the context for everyone around us uh what do you mean like Why I wrote it? Yeah. Fan fiction comedy is a collective of friends of ours, comedians in New Zealand, who write stories based on shit that already exists like Harry Potter or Star Wars and stuff. They use the characters in the universe and then make a story up.

And they got me to do one because they're doing shows here in Melbourne. And they got me to do one yesterday. And so I decided to do a mash-up of grown-ups two and sex in the city. Okay. Here it is. I'll allow it. Unconventional, but I'll allow it. I'm like the referee from Celebrity Deathmatch.

Oh, Joseph's back with coffees. I'll allow it! And treats. Oh, Joseph, more ladies and gentlemen. All right, Tim, start reading. Adam Sandler, Chris Rock, Kevin James and David Spade sat limp but upright. Their unconscious bodies tied to steel chairs in a dimly lit and dusty basement. They had been ball gagged in a fashion reminiscent of that scene from Pulp Fiction,

but not enough like Pulp Fiction that accounts as part of this movie universe. the four men babies after hours of groggy medicated sleep began to come to Sandler in his trademark basketball shorts and oversized t-shirt immediately defaulted to his natural state and started making terrible zingers in his head that would be appreciated by a mass market audience or specifically catering to the male 16 to 30 demographic Oh man I thought I was in the dumps before

But now I'm really low I'm in a freaking basement Excellent Adam Sandler joke Tim Thank you Kevin James started to come to and filled the void of silence in his own head by making a fat joke at his own expense. You've got Kevin James down pat. This is a psychological affliction the man has been burden with after appearing in so many

TV shows and movies as the butt of every fat joke. I can't do Kevin James' voice. I've been kidnapped. Well, this could be a good way to lose a couple pounds. Easier than diet and exercise, that's for sure. Nice. We'll allow that. David Spade's strange, wispy, blonde hair shifted slightly as he tilted his head up,

moving like straw on a farm being caught by gentle breeze. despite his hazy state Spate reverted to his on-screen persona of pervert immediately inside his own head Do you know, Spade? Oh, you're chewing. I'll just... Sex dungeon?

Check? Ball gag? Check. But where's all the ladies? This is a total sausage fest down here. Chris Rock was waking too and looked around at Sandler, Kevin James. You're really familiar with these characters.

And David Spade and wondered what in the world happened to his career. The four men looked around each other and granted noises that indicated, you okay and yeah, I'm okay, which sounded surprisingly similar to how they normally talked when they weren't ball gagged

because they all had very lazy enunciation. I will not stand for you talking about Chris Rock having lazy enunciation. He's a very clear communicator, a fantastic speaker. Only since he got work done on his teeth. No, even before then. I've seen footage of him at Just for last in Montreal in the late 80s, maybe early 90s.

Yeah, clear as a whistle? Clear as a whistle. Unbeknownst to the men just... A singular comic force. Meters above. them sat Carrie Bradshaw, Samantha Jones, Miranda Redhead, and Charlotte Weinstein. Brackets. Charlotte converted to Judaism after marriage, and wines a lot, hence the anti-Semitic portmanteau.

The Sex and City gals were lunching at an upmarket New York tea room, which paid tribute to sexual fetishes. The eatery was named Gloria's House of Tea and Buggery, and operated a roaring trade on the Upper East Side. It was Gloria who had lured the cast of Grown Ups 2 into a basement under the premise of a new movie deal for Sandlet, a new HBO special for Chris Rock, a new Hooters Waitress for David Spade, and Donuts

for Kevin James. Miranda Redhead sipped from her bone china cup, made from the bones of real actual Chinese people, such as the cultural imperialism of sex in the city. I need to pee, Miranda announced to the group. She searched the room for a sign indicating

where the ladies was, only to find whips, chains, and a Mongolian dildo fashion from the tusk of a mammoth. Miranda's beady little eyes settled on the stairs in the far corner. Must be down here. She struggled down the stairs because her horribly impractical Louis Vuitton skirt. She opened a very heavy, large iron door that she thought might lead to the shitter.

Upon opening it, she spied four fully grown men, bound and gagged and screaming, and she, bound and gagged, and she screamed rushing back up the stairs. There's four men down there, tied to chairs, Miranda shrieked to her fellow harpies. That sounds like my kind of party. You got to give that more Samantha. You've got to give that line more Samantha. That sounds like my kind of party. You've got to be sassier with it.

That sounds like my kind of party. That is how she would say. Samantha replied, sexually charged and perfectly sassy as ever. No, you don't understand. They're wearing basketball shorts and oversized t-shirts, and one of them is fat. Really hammering that, Kevin James Engel. Fashion writer Carrie Bradshaw looked incensed. Not in my neighborhood.

Not on my watch. She plucked the diamond-encrusted Blackberry from her clutch and brought up the number listed under fashion police. Quick as a flash, Callie Osborne, Joan Rivers' daughter Melissa, and the ghost of Joan Rivers herself, arrived at Gloria's house of tea and buggery to investigate. Gloria headed them off at the pass and tried to stall, but the ghost of Joan Rivers,

who was no longer shackled to the rules of corporal form, quietly lowered herself through the floorboards. As Melissa and Callie argued with Gloria about the need for search warrants in the case of a fashion emergency, the ghost of Joan Rivers seized her opportunity to roast the four former Saturday night live stars in the twilights of their career. Hey, it's nice to be here.

You know, I thought I was dead till I saw what happened to your career, Sandler. Geez, Kevin James giggled through his ball gag. Oh, and you, Mr. King of Krispy Crems, don't get me started on you. What the hell was that mall cop crap? I haven't seen a movie suck that much since Paris Hilton's sex tape.

David Spade tried to look away, but Jones ghostly gaze met his. Ah, and if it isn't Joe Dirt himself. You've got the hair of Hulk Hogan and the body of... What was that little guy's name from Game of Thrones? Joan Rivers' comic timing had taken a hit during her transition to the spirit world.

It was at this moment that the large door burst open. It was Gloria, who successfully argued that the fashion police needed a fashion warrant to be on the premises. John Rivers left, because although she was a comedian and a ghost, she was a law-abiding citizen first. You lot are attracting too much attention, Gloria announced to the men,

so I'll cut you a deal. I'll free you all if you agree to give me start-up money, for a new business venture. It's a chain of terrible coffee shops that will only serve you if you're wearing denim pants. The men all nodded in agreement and came through with the money.

They actually went on to become even more rich because of the forced investment. Joan Rivers soon ascended into heaven to roast dead celebs. The sex and the city gals continued to drink and harp on about nothing in New York City locations until global warming wiped out their Manhattan homes.

And although Gloria's business eventually dropped the denim requirement, the terrible chain of coffee houses still exists today, throughout Australia, 460 Gloria Jeans employ at least 460 terrible baristas. Beautiful, Tim. A story is old as time. Yeah.

And certainly one that the fans have been crying out for, I imagine, for quite a while now. Yeah. I mean, I think you did a fantastic job. I really enjoyed you, your Joan Rivers, Zingers. Thank you. Is that fun writing slams for the stars of grown-ups too? It was. I thought you could have given your Joan Rivers impression a bit more Joan.

Yeah, that's fair I'm so bad at voices, you know You're not bad at voices I'm really bad You're really good at voices You've got a lovely voice I like your positivity I like my voice too

But I cannot mimic other voices I can't do impressions Not with that attitude With a bit of elbow grease And a bloody esophagus transplant mate You'll be impressing people Left right and centre The Globe Over

We also thought of another game During the movie today Just for the sake of not watching the movie or watching the movie, but finding a way to make it more palatable, which was pretty much ten things that this movie could use. Dragons. Kevin Spacey. Banks.

Clouds. Uranus. A mink coat. Teleportation. A bag of weed. That goes beyond the movie. That goes specifically for the hotel room. Are you counting?

How many would... No, it's so unimportant. A gallon. of a non-Newtonian fluid like pudding? A home intruder. Home intruder, home intruder, home intruder, help us home intruder, home intruder, home intruder, home intruder, home intruder, or home intruder. A weapon made of condensed ultraviolet light beams. Yeah, and how do you see that being injected into the film?

Samantha stumbles upon it and then wields it. She goes crazy with power towards the men of the Middle East. Yeah. And is she, I mean, is she holding people hostage and fucking them with this weapon? She's just... She's just killing them. There's no... There's no rhyme or reason.

No. And there's no like forethought or plan. She's just killing people with this ray gun. Okay, Tim, if you had to spend your life on the desert island with one of the girls from the movie, not with the entirety of their characterization from the show on board, but purely the characterization shown to you through sex in the city too Oh yeah Who are you spending time with

If it was a desert island And this is a big call I'd probably say Miranda Because although she's my least favorite In the movie She's definitely the most pragmatic Hmm So there

I mean I don't imagine She would do the bit She would keep a level head You know what I mean She would keep her wits about her And I just think the others Would lose their head Carrie, I think, would do a pretty good job of keeping calm,

but she'd just be fucking useless. She wouldn't have anything to offer the situation. But that's fine. I mean, there's a pretty high chance you're not going to get off this desert island. You're looking for companionship. The way that you speak about Miranda during the movie tells me that it's going to be a long lifetime on the island. I'm not necessarily looking for companionship. I'm looking for someone who's going to help.

You're looking for an exit strategy? Yes. We need to get off the island. How practical are you on a desert island? I'd say very practical. You are one of the least practical. people I know. Are you joking me?

You wear a watch with a calculator on it. Yeah? Absolutely. If I've got to like work out math on the island. What kind of math problem will you need to work out on the island? I don't know. Building shelters. I've got to do some trigonometry to figure out the most rigid structure I can build.

I'm probably going to do trigonometry on your basic level calculator. I'm just saying it's probably got uses. I'm just, you haven't listed one yet. It's got a stopwatch on it. Yep. I mean, I don't know why you need to keep time. during eternity. Well, maybe I need to, like, learn how certain patterns happen,

like fish swimming from A to B so that I can comprise some sort of, some patterns, you know, make a trap for them. Okay, I don't have a strong... I'm not on the island right now. If I was on the island, I would show you exactly what the watch would be doing. I mean, the main use for it would be to reflect light in case there was a passing ship. I could think of...

Far better reflectors than this tiny panel. Well, that's exactly what I'm saying, And with that regard, I mean, the watch is wholly impractical because it's mostly consumed by a calculator With buttons so small, you would need to have toothpicks for fingers to use it. Are you joking me? I can nimbly operate this thing. Okay.

Nimbly. Do you want to give me a calculation right now, you son of a bitch? I would love for that to happen. 67.9. I forgot how to get you calculated. Look, this is going to take too long. we're already running out of time as it is so what do you want

what's the quack 67.3 times 109.42 109 point what 4 2 730 oh no 7,363

it's quite hard to see with those little numbers 8966 it's quite hard to get it right the first time with those tiny little numbers Oh, are you a bit upset that I got it, mate, that I was able to operate the watch. Of course the calculator works. Look at these fingers. They look like toothpicks do you? Yes. You're a tiny little man with tiny little toothpicks.

No, these are normal. These are human hands, mate. You have the most frail fingers. These are human fingers. You look like you haven't even heard of the concept of calcium. These are surgeons' hands, I'll have you know. I could have been a concert pianist with this. You can't shake people's hands because you're afraid your fingers will turn into dust.

You've got a worse handshake than I do. I have the firmest handshake this side of the Yarra. You go too hard out You're overcompensating Because you've got terrible technique I have great hands And I've got a wonderful handshake And a lovely smile

You have a winning smile But you have dust for fingers And that's That's all I'll hear on it Thank you very much All right Well it's time for us to venture into What's he doing?

Where's he off to? Jesus Christ One of these days We'll nail it one week So of course our favorite featured extra in the film and what I have enjoyed so far in the six viewings is that this is not going to change it's not at risk of changing he's a fascinating dude with a fascinating life yeah because it's so brief yeah it's like I have one for

this immediately as well okay well you're sorry do you want to no no no I was going to say that he's just it's a very pleasant bit of respite from the plotting plot of the film is is speculating as to exactly what the motivation for this character is and To refresh your memory, he's just a guy who, because of the way they've edited the film, looks like he is drinking so much coffee in such a short amount of time and then leaves the cafe. So, hit me with the chips, Batman. He's just, he's left the oven on. It's just that simple.

Sometimes you've got to apply Occam's razor to the situation. What's the most likely explanation? He's left the fucking oven on in a New York City apartment. The entire complex could have burnt down by now. Why is he then, so insist on finishing the copy? Because he's got a meeting. They're two different. There's two things happening.

So where's he going? He's going home. He's going to miss the meeting. He's going to miss the meeting guy. But then why bother finishing the cabin if he's going to miss the meeting? I mean, if he's so worried he's left the oven on. No, no, no. So the reason why he's drinking the coffee is because he's got to get to the meeting and he's just trying to like get himself in a...

You know when you've got to present and you've just got to put yourself in a good zone? Yeah. So he's aware that he's probably running out of time, but he is prioritized getting in a good mental state. he's willing to swap two minutes of tardiness for mental clarity and a caffeinated performance he's got to be zipping along but here's the kicker

on his last sip of the cup he realizes holy sweet Jesus I left the oven on and so the real thing he's going leaving to do ultimately so that's where the urgency comes from he's got a lackadaisical approach to tardiness and being on time for his big meeting

his big pitch I wouldn't be this. What's he pitching? He's going to a sales meeting. Yeah? Yeah. Is he, I mean, is it with a pre-existing relationship with the client or is he pitching for them to take on his product? It's internal.

It's internal. He's internal. He's a sales manager. He's teaching the people under him. And is he having a good quarter? Is the year going well? It's flat. Which is, you know, it's neither good nor bad. It's just flat.

Which is not good. No. And, I mean, is he sort of suggesting ways in which they might increase their sales and increase revenue. He's just ensuring that the six people that work under him are, like, doing everything they can. So he's a good guy? He is a good guy.

And he probably also found the conversation happening at the table next door absolutely goddamn insufferable and highted out of there as soon as he fucking could. Yeah, absolutely. He sees those women in there all the time because he works nearby, obviously. It's why he's in there. And he's always running into them. And he's like, there I am bloody busted my hump. you know, as a sales manager at this office stationery supply store.

It's a boutique firm, which is a euphemism for it's flagging. They haven't really found their feet yet in the very competitive market that is Manhattan. Yeah. But it's not an easy thing to do, especially with office stationary, because there's a lot of big dogs out there. Yeah, I mean, how do you compete against something like BIC? I look at the company. You've got to find your niche.

I think BIC has got to be the most brilliant, financially stable and successful company in the history of the world. Are you joking me, mate? What are they specialise in? No, hey, pens? Can I... Listen to me. Yeah.

Pens and lighters. Knock, knock. What are the two things? Knock, knock. Okay, why don't you hit me with some facts, bro? Well, I'm trying to have a fun time speculating about how brilliant the business model it bick is. What are the two things that you always buy and never finish? Yeah, well, for me, coffee.

You know this. All right, and on that, shab-da-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-now! We're going to call it for another week. Thank you so much for. I'm just saying, if you think that a business that make pens is like impervious to attack, knock knock, who's there, computers? Oh, computers who? Computers are replacing pens. It's not a very funny joke, Tim.

No, it's not, but I'm just trying to prove a point. Also, quickly, while we've still got your ears, I don't think we've emphasised it enough through the first, because we were still building a relationship and getting into another movie through the first five episodes of the podcast. For the love of God, do not watch Sex and City, too. Yeah, I know we said a lot for grown-ups too, and it really bears repeating for this in no uncertain terms. I didn't have a firm opinion on it yet, but what this movie is doing to us through repeated exposure is akin to radiation poisoning. Can I just take this opportunity while we're still on the mic to apologize for everything I've said to you in the last half hour? I don't mean any of the mean shit.

To me? Yeah. No, it's actually fine. Is it? Yeah. We're friends, Tim. Okay, cool. We were hugging, shirtless, just holding each other for about five minutes of the movie today.

fucking weird. We watched the whole movie under a shared duna. We're reaching... You've been in Australia for too long. We're reaching new levels here. Also as always, at the end of the podcast for as long as the Melbourne Comedy Festival runs, if you're in Melbourne or you know anyone in Melbourne, please them belong to my show. It's called Rosemone of Phone.

Go-Mogamy are friends. We're both doing half an hour of stand-up and we're very good at it. Yeah, they are. They won awards. They won the best award in New Zealand you can get, both of them on different years. I beat Tim to it. Yeah, he did. He did. We were both up for it. Bloody bloody, pit me at the post.

That's neither here nor there. Thank you so much for listening. We're going to wrestle now. Shirtless. Live every moment. Rassal every day.