Manhattan (1979), dir. Woody Allen | Chapter One. “He adored New York City. He idolized it all out of proportion.” Uh, no, make that: “He romanticized it all out of proportion. To him, no matter what the season was, this was still a town that existed in black-and-white and pulsated to the great tunes of George Gershwin. […] New York was his town, and it always would be.”
Planning my future
- Boris: Nothingness... non-existence... black emptiness...
- Sonja: What did you say?
- Boris: Oh, I was just planning my future.
Love and Death
- Boris: Sonja, are you scared of dying?
- Sonja: Scared is the wrong word. I'm frightened of it.
- Boris: That's an interesting distinction.