CARMA:     (V.O.)   No self-respecting kid stuck around with him. Of course, there's always the goddamn good-for-nothing grown-up kid George...

BEGIN BURNY'S FANTASY:

The pen in Burny's hand forms a cartoony head that looks like ten-year old Nona, and started talking to him.

NONA PEN: Africa? Again? Don't you get tired of writing poems and stories about those drowned monkeys?

BURNY:      They're gorillas. And they didn't drown.

NONA PEN:      (yawns)    Boooring. If I were the one telling that story, I'd drown them both -- the mother first. Bye, bye Africa.

BURNY:      Hey, Africa is our secret word for love. Dad and me. (puts finger on his lips) Don't tell him I told you that, okay? Thinking about Africa makes me happy.

The voices of George and Carma, in the middle of an argument, come out to the porch through the screened door.

GEORGE:      (O.S.)    Who says it is a waste of time? Taking my son to a therapist is certainly not a waste of time.

CARMA:      (O.S.)    Oh, don't be so dumb, George.

HOLLYWOOD VERSION