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Kaufman talks to the therapist.
KAUFMAN
I'm successful, right? I mean, I could
say to a woman, I'm a screenwriter and
she'd look at me differently. I could
get laid. But I want someone to like me.
For me. Y'know? The way I like them.
The way I'd do anything for that woman
walking down the street. A million women
walking down the street. I don't need to
know what their jobs are. No one will
ever love me like that. Like I love
almost every woman I see.
Kaufman glances down at his therapist's breasts. He does it fast and unintentionally. He quickly shifts back to her face. His therapist wraps her shawl around her.