CARMA:      What's the point? He doesn't see me anyway.

She snatches the drawing from George and sets it on fire. Burny is dumfounded. His jaw drops.

CARMA:      But I bet he is going to see this one clearly!

GEORGE:      Jesus, Carma...no!

George, forgetting that he is naked under the sheets, springs out of bed and lunges toward Carma to regain the drawing. She sidesteps like a matador, and George slams hard onto the closet -- WHAM! The force of the crash breaks its door. He finds himself in an awkward position inside the closet, an avalanche of Carma's old shoes falling on him. Carma laughs, mocking him. Loooser!

Burny makes a dash across the room to get the drawing back.

BURNY:      Africa is burning!

Like a mischievous child, Carma raises the drawing up her head skipping and turning round and round as she darts away from the boy. Nice try kid! Burny is shouting and hopping, trying to reach for it. Carma makes a childlike hoot.

CARMA:      Nyeah, nyeah, nyeah, nyeah, nyeah!

And now, George joins the mad scramble over the burning drawing. They look like three kids in a frolicsome fracas...

GEORGE:      For God's sake, give it to me, Carma.

CARMA:      (lewdly)    Get it, George. It's hot.

...Carma eludes the father-and-son team, slipping away from George's grasp several times. She screams and groans like a bad actress in a porno flick.

HOLLYWOOD VERSION