WOODY ALLEN: That’s quite a lovely Jackson Pollock, isn’t it?
GIRL: Yes, it is.
WOODY: What does it say to you?
GIRL: It restates the negativeness of the universe, the hideous lonely emptiness of existence, nothingness, the predicament of man forced to live in a barren, godless eternity, like a tiny flame flickering in an immense void, with nothing but waste, horror, and degradation, forming a useless bleak straitjacket in a black absurd cosmos.
WOODY: What are you doing Saturday night?
GIRL: Committing suicide.
WOODY: What about Friday night?
GIRL: [leaves silently]
From here. (Film: Play it again, Sam, 1972)
“A relationship, I think, is like a shark. It has to constantly move forward or it dies. And I think what we got on our hands is a dead shark.”
“Well, all right, why is life worth living? That’s a very good question. Well, there are certain things I guess that make it worthwhile. Uh, like what? Okay. Um, for me… oh, I would say… what, Groucho Marx, to name one thing… and Willie Mays, and… the second movement of the Jupiter Symphony, and… Louie Armstrong’s recording of ‘Potatohead Blues’… Swedish movies, naturally… ‘Sentimental Education’ by Flaubert… Marlon Brando, Frank Sinatra… those incredible apples and pears by Cezanne… the crabs at Sam Wo’s… Tracy’s face…”
