In fact, Bernard was the only reason I ever went to Canberra. I didn't much like the place, but for a developer and real estate entrepreneur of dubious repute like myself to have the Prime Minister as a brother... well, you can imagine the opportunities. Because of him, I was known the country over, and I got to stalk the corridors of power with the best of them. Of course, I had absolutely no power of my own, and everyone else in those corridors loathed the sight of me. Indeed, I was usually being escorted out of those corridors by overly polite security guards. But access is access - or the illusion of access, anyway.
—Underground, by Andrew McGahan
Lawyer: (reading from the will) To my overly emotional sister Jenny...
Jenny: (hysterical weeping)
Hank: Jenny, darling, he's talking about us.
Lawyer: ...who grubbed with her husband Hank, grubbed for everything they could get from me, and then cried Crocodile Tears when I needed sympathy...
Jenny: What?!
Lawyer: ...to Jenny, I leave: a boot to the head.
Jenny: (hysterical weeping)
Hank: Jenny, darling, he's talking about us.
Lawyer: ...who grubbed with her husband Hank, grubbed for everything they could get from me, and then cried Crocodile Tears when I needed sympathy...
Jenny: What?!
Lawyer: ...to Jenny, I leave: a boot to the head.
—The Frantics, "Last Will and Temperament"
