Annie Hall1977

Alvy Singer:
Well, I didn't start out spying. I thought I'd surprise you. Pick you up after school.

Annie Hall:
Yeah, but you wanted to keep the relationship flexible. Remember, it's your phrase.

Alvy Singer:
Oh stop it, you're having an affair with your college professor, that jerk that teaches that incredible crap course, Contemporary Crisis in Western Man...

Annie Hall:
Existential Motifs in Russian Literature. You're really close.

Alvy Singer:
What's the difference? It's all mental masturbation.

Annie Hall:
Oh, well, now we're finally getting to a subject you know something about.

Alvy Singer:
Hey, don't knock masturbation. It's sex with someone I love.

Annie Hall:
We're not having an affair. He's married. He just happens to think I'm neat.

Alvy Singer:
"Neat." What are you, 12 years old? That's one of your Chippewa Falls expressions.

Annie Hall:
Who cares? Who cares?

Alvy Singer:
Next thing you know, he'll find you keen and peachy, you know. Next thing you know, he's got his hand on your ass.

Annie Hall:
You've always had hostility towards David, ever since I mentioned him.

Alvy Singer:
Dav - you call your teacher David?

Annie Hall:
It's his name.

Alvy Singer:
It's a Biblical name, right? What does he call you, Bathsheba?