the smell of an oily rag

ANDY'S COLLEAGUE: I'm going to Dux, anyone need anything?
ANDY: I might come with you.
ANDY'S COLLEAGUE: Alright. But only if you walk at least two metres behind me.
ANDY: I feel like an oily rag...
ANDY'S COLLEAGUE: [baffled] Why an oily rag?
ANDY: Well you don’t take an oily rag with you, do you?
ANDY'S COLLEAGUE: There's a lot of things you don’t take with you-!
ANDY: Yeah, but I’m not about to start listing them all, am I?

green, green grass of home

"Treat it like it's Daylesford or something man, enjoy it." ANDY advises CASSY as she heads to Greensborough for an interview. "It's a leafy suburb. It’s hardly bayside, but it does get some puddles…"