wˈɛl ðɛɹwˌʌz aɪ wɪð θɹˈiː nˈɜːsɪŋ sˈɪstɚz aɪd hˈɛld ˈʌp wɪð, ænd æz aɪ wˈɔːkt ˌaʊɾəv ðə ɹˈɛstɹɑːnt ðæt nˈaɪt, ðeɪ stˈɑːpt mˌiː ænd sˈɛd, aɪ bˈɛt juː kˈænt ɡɛt ɐ dˈeɪt wɪððɪ ɔːstɹˈeɪliən bᵻfˌoːɹ mˈɪdnaɪt tənˈaɪt, fɔːɹ təmˈɑːɹoʊ.
Well there was I with three nursing sisters I’d held up with, and as I walked out of the restaurant that night, they stopped me and said, 'I bet you can’t get a date with the Australian before midnight tonight, for tomorrow.