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The MONKS moan. DR. PARNASSUS slumps down in despair.
MR NICK smiles and lights a cigarette. He's enjoying this.

MR NICK (CONT’D)
 Now you can use your powers to do something else. Have fun, go shopping, learn how to lift heavy things ...

Splat! A gob of bird shit lands on MR. NICK’S head. An eagle circles overhead. It swoops across the hall and exits through a window.

DR. PARNASSUS leaps up, laughing, amazed, revived.

DR. PARNASSUS
A sign! A message! That bird was a messenger... from distant places we know not of!
(triumphant)
Other places! The point is, you're wrong! And I'm wrong! It doesn't have to be us here!
(indicating monks)
Somewhere in the world, right now... someone else is telling a story! A different story! A saga.. a romance... a tale of an unforeseen death. Tragic or comic.. it doesn’t matter. It’s sustaining the universe! That's why we're still here. You can't stop stories being told! You can't be everywhere!