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AUSTIN

That is, that picture, that is the golden...thing, right there, is what that is - Chalice! That’s theHoly Grail. The end of the rainbow, my friend. Pot of gold. Not an evil leprechaunguarding it in sight.

ALISON

Really? Looks to me like a couple of shy beavers peeking out from behind a curtain. And the bucktooth one needs a little trim.

AUSTIN

Ha-ha-ha, she said “trim.”

ALISON

Austin? Are you that starved for a little action?

AUSTIN

That’s Britney Spears. Let me just say that.

ALISON

Really?

AUSTIN

And the little box next to her is Paris Hilton.

ALISON

No way!

AUSTIN

Way.

ALISON

How did you get this?

AUSTIN

Walking by that thing, that Fashion Week thing, the one sponsored by Google.

ALISON

And they were just getting out of a limo? Together?

AUSTIN

There was this group of paparazzi and I couldn’t get by, so I kind of walked into the street,where a fuckin’ douche bag yakking on his bluetooth in a Prius (oh, you’re so advanced)almost ran me over. But I took out my Treo, you know, in case there was a shot to be shot.Or, acutally, I thought I’d just shoot the paparazzi and post it on MySpace, you know, kindof a “look how gross these people can be” kind of thing.

ALISON

Right.

AUSTIN

And I’m lining up the shot when the door opens on the street side. The street side, can youbelieve it? And there’s Paris and Britney scooting out to run past me into the buildingacross the street, but like, Paris drops her Blackberry, or Sidekick, no Blackberry andhollers for Britney to hold up and the paparazzi start to run around the car, so they dart out,towards me and that’s when I shoot the shot. Click. Pussy, pussy.