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: You just said ten seconds ago, you wouldn't help me. Professor Jules Hilbert
: It's been a very revealing ten seconds.
: I brought you flours.
Professor Jules Hilbert
: Aren't you relieved to know you're not a Golem? Harold Crick
: Yes. I am relieved to know that I am not a Golem. Professor Jules Hilbert
] Professor Jules Hilbert
] Do you have magical powers?
: How are you? Ana Pascal
: I'm lousy. I'm being audited. Harold Crick
: Of course. Ana Pascal
: By a real creep too. Harold Crick
: I think I owe you an apology. Ana Pascal
: Really? Harold Crick
: IRS agents, we're given rigorous aptitude tests before we can work. Unfortunately for you, we aren't tested on tact or good manners, so I apologize.
] Harold Crick
: I ogled you. Sorry. Ana Pascal
: Okay, apology accepted. But only because you stammered.
: Big flag-burning to get to? Ana Pascal
: Actually, it's my weekly evil-conspiracy and needlepoint group. You wanna come? Harold Crick
: I left my thimbles and socialist reading material at home.
: What do these questions have to do with anything? Professor Jules Hilbert
: Nothing. The only way to find out what story you're in is to determine what stories you're not in. Odd as it may seem, I've just ruled out half of Greek literature, seven fairy tales, ten Chinese fables, and determined conclusively that you are not King Hamlet, Scout Finch, Miss Marple, Frankenstein's monster, or a golem. Hmm? Aren't you relieved to know you're not a golem? Harold Crick
: Yes, I am relieved to know that I am not a golem.
: I won't be paying, Mr. Crick. No matter how big the percent. Harold Crick
: No, I know. But the percent determines how big your cell is.
: You keep your files like this? Ana Pascal
: No, actually I'm quite fastidious. I put them in this box just to screw with you.
: [to Ana
] This may sound like gibberish to you, but I think I'm in a tradgedy.
: You have to understand that this isn't a philosophy or a literary theory or a story to me. It's my life. Professor Jules Hilbert
: Absolutely. So just go make it the one you've always wanted.
: [Penny goes to answer phone
] Don't answer that! Penny Escher
: Didn't you say this phone never r - ? Kay Eiffel
[types another sentence; the phone rings and she runs to answer it
] Kay Eiffel
: Hello? Harold Crick
: Is this Karen Eiffel? Kay Eiffel
: Yes. Harold Crick
: My name is Harold Crick. I believe you're writing a story about me. Kay Eiffel
: I'm sorry? Harold Crick
: My name is Harold Crick. Kay Eiffel
: Is this a joke? Harold Crick
: No. No, I work for the IRS. My name, Miss Eiffel, is Harold Crick. When I go through the files at work I hear a deep and endless ocean. Kay Eiffel
: [gasps; drops phone in terror
] Oh, G - ! Harold Crick
: Miss Eiffel?
: [sees Harold for the first time
] Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Harold Crick
: Miss Eiffel? Kay Eiffel
: Your hair. Your eyes. Your fingers. Your shoes. Harold Crick
: Hello. I'm Harold Crick. Kay Eiffel
: I know.
] You're asking me to knowingly face my death? Professor Jules Hilbert
: Yes. Harold Crick
: Really? Professor Jules Hilbert
: I may already be dead, just not typed.