Plot
With the help of Dave, Murray forces Bret and Jemaine to visit a nightclub to experience "dancing music". Inside they discover that the club is overpopulated with men and they sing the song "Too Many Dicks (On the Dancefloor)". Jemaine manages to pick up a woman at the club but when he awakes at her place the next morning, he discovers that he is surrounded by Australian memorabilia. It is only then that he realises that he has slept with an Australian.
Jemaine tries to sneak out but he can't unlock the door. He phones Bret for help, but the woman catches him and introduces herself as "Keitha". She asks him to stay longer, but he leaves and heads straight to the doctor for a checkup.
Later at a band meeting, Bret reveals to Murray what Jemaine has done. Bret and Murray discuss whether Jemaine should be expelled from the band for his transgression, but they allow him to stay.
Jemaine revisits Keitha to retrieve his missing wallet and over a cup of tea he interrogates her about her family to determine exactly how Australian she is. It turns out she is very Australian, but nonetheless she manages to entice him into bed again.
Jemaine and Keitha start dating, much to the chagrin of not only Murray and Bret, but also Keitha's two Australian housemates. Dave approves of the relationship, claiming, "It's like that movie... Interracial Hole Stretchers 2". After a discussion with Keitha about why she has decided to date him despite the opposition of her friends, Jemaine sings the song "Carol Brown".
The lovers decide to elope to New Jersey and Jemaine waits for hours at the predetermined meeting spot but Keitha never shows up. Jemaine dejectedly makes his way home, only to discover that the apartment has been cleaned out by Keitha and her friends. He also discovers a helpless Bret, who has been overpowered by the girls and duct taped to the back of the door.
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