Annie Hall
Avec : Woody Allen, Diane Keaton, Christopher Walken...
Réalisateur : Woody Allen
Année : 1977
- Alvy Singer: Why did I turn off Allison Portchnik? She was beautiful, she was willing. She was real intelligent. Is it the old Groucho Marx joke that I'm - I just don't want to belong to any club that would have someone like me for a member?
- Alvy Singer (after sex with Annie): That was the most fun I've ever had without laughing.
- Alvy Singer: My grammy never gave gifts. She was too busy getting raped by Cossacks.
- Annie Hall: Sometimes I ask myself how I'd stand up under torture.
- Alvy Singer: You? You kiddin'? If the Gestapo would take away your Bloomingdale's charge card, you'd tell 'em everything
- Alvy Singer: Don't you see the rest of the country looks upon New York like we're left-wing, communist, Jewish, homosexual pornographers? I think of us that way sometimes and I live here.
- Annie Hall: Oh, you see an analyst?
- Alvy Singer: Yeah, just for fifteen years.
- Annie Hall: Fifteen years?
- Alvy Singer: Yeah, I'm gonna give him one more year, and then I'm goin' to Lourdes.
[In California]
- Annie Hall: It's so clean out here.
- Alvy Singer: That's because they don't throw their garbage away, they turn it into television shows.
- Alvy Singer: What's with all these awards? They're always giving out awards. Best Fascist Dictator: Adolf Hitler.
- Alvy Singer: Here, you look like a very happy couple, um, are you?
- Female street stranger: Yeah.
- Alvy Singer: Yeah? So, so, how do you account for it?
- Female street stranger: Uh, I'm very shallow and empty and I have no ideas and nothing interesting to say.
- Male street stranger: And I'm exactly the same way.
- Alvy Singer: Hey, don't knock masturbation. It's sex with someone I love.
- Alvy Singer's Therapist: How often do you sleep together?
- Annie Hall's Therapist: Do you have sex often?
- Alvy Singer: [lamenting] Hardly ever. Maybe three times a week.
- Annie Hall: [annoyed] Constantly. I'd say three times a week.
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