How did I miss this?
Naturally everyone's firing up. Shitty kids coming over all righteous, an exploding Monsignor making a complete idiot of himself and then apologizing profusely, indignant supporters on both sides, and where there's a public rumpus there's always a professional outragist just a harumpf away.
You can't buy that kind of entertainment.
Reverend Monsignor Geoffrey Baron approaches skaters outside St Patrick's Cathedral.
Baron (pointing away from cathedral): Move.
Skater (off-camera): Do we have to go?
Skater: Yes or no?
Baron: Now. Now. Off the property.
Baron: Get off the property.
(Baron appears to smack a skater across the head.) Get off the property.
(Gasps, laughter, voices)
Skater (off-camera, to Baron): Calm down mate.
Skater (struck across head): Oh, you f...ing c... Oh, what the f... I'm gonna f... you up.
Baron: Move. Move.
Skater: We're going.
Baron: Get off the property you f...ing c...s. Get back to where you come from you - fool. You don't belong in Australia.
Skater (off-camera): Stop being a f...in' racist p...., ya f...in' faggot.
Baron: You don't belong here.
Skater: Don't touch me, you p....
Baron: Get off the property. Move, you f...ing fool.
Skater: Are you a priest? Are you a priest? What sort of a priest is racist? What type of priest is racist? Second skater: Calm down mate.
Baron: Get off the property you f...ing fool.
On the footpath outside cathedral:
Baron (pointing to a skater on footpath): Little foreigner there, look at the sleepy eyes, black hair, sleepy eyes.
(Baron waves as a bottle appears to be thrown near his head)
Skater: At least he's got hair, you f...in' bald p....
Baron: Look at you, four-eyes.
Skater: Oh, you're a joke, f...head faggot.
Baron: Fool. Fool.
Second skater: Why don't you calm down, just calm down.
Baron: F...ing c... Get off the property.