(Researcher) kevin: Do you have any idea what you will be doing, say, in a couple of years?

nick: I hope to have a job by Christmas this year. I need a job before Christmas this year.

dave: I made a predicament [prediction] last night where I'll be in about five years. I know where I'll be, I'll be dead. I guarantee within five years I'm dead. Either from suicide, or I've been shot down by some other cunt. Guaranteed!

(Researcher) kevin: What about the rest of you? Where will you be in five years?

nick: In five years time?

jim: Still in Westview, on the dole!

tim: Stoned off me head!

dave: You know where I'll be? I'll be in the ground, with a gravestone saying [unintelligible].

nick: I'll be a millionaire!

(Researcher) jane: What about you, Serge?

serge: Me? In five years? I hope I'm up the bush [in the country] somewhere.

carson: Yeah, same here, that's where I'll be! Up the bush!

nick: I might be up Port Macquarie or somewhere.

tim: It's not a bad idea, that.

jim: Yeah.

serge: No, I just want to go up to Seymour. You're only an hour away. Buy a block of land, house, still come down to Melbourne to work. It's only an hour away, on a motorbike. Cruisin'.

(Researcher) jane: You'd like to live out of the city?