Rhonda: I had cancer… it’s all right, they cut it out.
Cheryl: You were so full of life.
Rhonda: I’m not DEAD Cheryl.
When I lived in Porpoise Spit, I used to sit in my room for hours and listen to ABBA songs. But since I’ve met you and moved to Sydney, I haven’t listened to one Abba song. That’s because my life is as good as an Abba song. It’s as good as Dancing Queen.