” – our celebrity relaxing quarters,” says Terry.
“You think I need that?” asks Kit.
“I do,” replies Terry.
Kit looks like he’s on the verge of crying. “Hey, go get my checkbook,” he tells Freddy, then whispers, “Keep it together!”
Back at Bowfinger International, Bobby is counting is few remaining dollar bills. Dave walks in.
“Can’t find Kit,” says Dave.
“What do you mean you can’t find Kit?” asks Bowfinger. “He’s one of the most famous faces in the world. You can find him.” Dave shakes his head.
“You can find…you can find him,” repeats Bowfinger.
“No, we can’t find him,” says Dave. “We staked out his house, MindHead, everywhere. He’s vanished, gone.”
“Where is the guy?” asks Bowfinger. “We can’t shoot our movie without our star.” He stands up, frustrated. “Actors have no work ethic these days.”
“They keep his movements secret,” explains Dave. “That cult thing? They control him.”
“Okay, okay,” says Bowfinger. “There must be a lot of guys who look like Kit. We’ll round up look-alikes
just for the long shots. We’ll shoot ’em from behind and not show his face.”
As Dave turns to leave, Bowfinger says, “And look: Kit has shown his ass in eight of his last ten films, and eight of his last ten films have been hits, so we need a guy with a fabulous ass, — and mine is the wrong color.”
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Dave and Bowfinger “auditioning” men with their backs turned to them, and the “actors” dropping their pants.