She is actually getting so aroused by all this. George pins her on the wall --

GEORGE:      You bitch!

CARMA:      (heaving)    Yes. Oh, I'm so horny. Fuck me!

-- Burny lets out a cry of panic. He is delirious, scratching his left hand. George and Carma turn to him.

BURNY:      My hand...my hand...it's gonna burn!

George rushes to his son. Lightly rubs Burny's left hand.

GEORGE:      Fight it, son...relax...don't get too excited...you know the routine. Make it go away.

George takes his son to the bed, covers himself with the sheets. Burny sits slumped on one of the pillows.

BURNY:      Dad! It's–it's getting hot!

Burny grows feverish, his left hand turning purple.

GEORGE:      Happy thoughts. Think of happy thoughts. The zoo...Africa. Burny, think of Africa!

Burny shuts his eyes, breathing in and out, making a visible effort to relax, murmuring as his itching hand twitches.

BURNY:      I can see the orangutans. I can see mom and dad...

Burny's left hand suddenly returns to its normal ashen color. The tingling of its skin is gone. He smiles a smile of relief. Of peace. Of imagined love.

BURNY:      Africa...

HOLLYWOOD VERSION