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Kaufman passes a hall mirror, regards himself glumly, and climbs the stairs.
KAUFMAN (V.O.)
I am fat. I am repulsive. I cannot bear
my own reflection.
At the landing Kaufman comes upon Donald, his identical twin brother, on his back in pajama bottoms, opening a gift box.
DONALD
Did you open your present from mom yet?
KAUFMAN
What's with you?
DONALD
My back.
Kaufman nods vaguely, continues down the hall. Donald pulls a purple sweater from the box, calls after Kaufman.
DONALD (cont'd)
Hey, Charles, you'll be glad, I have a
plan to get me out of your house pronto.
KAUFMAN
A job is a plan. Is your plan a job?
DONALD
(big build up)
I'm gonna be a screenwriter! Like you!
Kaufman doesn't respond, enters his bedroom.
DONALD (cont'd)
I know you think this is just one of my
get-rich-quick schemes. But I'm doing it
right this time. I'm taking a seminar!