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Kaufman types.
KAUFMAN (V.O.)
Kaufman jerks off to the book jacket
photo of Susan Orlean.
Donald appears in the doorway with a script.
KAUFMAN
What?! What do you want?
DONALD
I finished. My script. I'm done.
Kaufman stares at his typewriter, doesn't say anything.
DONALD (cont'd)
So would you show it to your agent?
Kaufman grabs Donald's script and throws it on his bed.
DONALD (cont'd)
Thanks. Also, I wanted to thank you for
your idea. It was very helpful. I
changed it a little. Now the killer cuts
off body pieces and makes the victims eat
them. It's, like, I once saw this
picture of a snake swallowing it's tail --
Kaufman collapses, puts his head in his hands.
KAUFMAN
Ourobouros.
DONALD
I don't know what that means.
KAUFMAN
The snake is called Ourobouros.
DONALD
I don't think so. But it's cool for my
killer to have this modus operandi.
Because at the end when he forces the
woman, who's really just him, to eat
herself, he's also eating himself to
death.
KAUFMAN
I'm insane. I'm Ourobouros.
DONALD
I don't know what that is.
KAUFMAN
I've written myself into my screenplay.
It's eating itself. I'm eating myself.
DONALD
Oh. That's kinda weird.
KAUFMAN
It's self-indulgent. It's narcissistic.
It's solipsistic. It's pathetic. I'm
pathetic. I'm fat and pathetic.
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DONALD
I'm sure you had a good reason, Charles.
You're an artist.
KAUFMAN
The reason is I'm too timid to speak to
the woman who wrote the book. Because
I'm pathetic. Because I have no idea how
to write. Because I can't make flowers
fascinating. Because I suck.
DONALD
Hey, am I in the script, too?
KAUFMAN
I'm going to New York. I'll meet her.
That's it. That's what I have to do.
DONALD
Don't get mad at me for saying this,
Charles, but Bob's got a seminar in New
York this weekend. So if you're stuck --
Kaufman shoots Donald a look.