|Woody is:||Boris Dimitrovich Grushenko|
Diane Keaton: Sonja
|Written by:||Mildred Cram, Donald Ogden Stewart, and Woody Allen|
|Net resource:||The Internet Movie Database|
What will you do when the French soldiers rape your sister?
WA: I don't have a sister.
That's no answer!
WA: Who are they going to rape: Ivan? They'd throw up!
Death should not be seen as the end, but as a very effective way to cut down expenses.
All men are mortal. Socrates was mortal. Therefore, all men are Socrates. Which means that all men are homosexuals.
Party Guest: "Napolean has invaded Austria!"
WA: "Why, is he out of Courvosier?"
My room at midnight?
All right. Will you be there too?
Boris: I've always loved you. [...]
Sonja: Why didn't you say something?
Boris: Would it have mattered?
Sonja: Of course not, darling.
Doctor: What kind of `void'?
Boris: An empty void.
Doctor: An empty void?
Boris: I felt a full void a month ago, but it was just something i ate.
Sonja: For our children.
Boris: We don't have any children.
Sonja: Then, for our parents.
Boris: Our parents don't have any children either.
I never want to marry. I just want to get divorced.
...And to the death.
Boris: I can't do anything to the death, doctor's orders. I have an ulcer and dying is one of the worst things for it.
Boris: You must never kill a man, especially if it means taking his life.
Sonja: To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering one must not love, but then one suffers from not loving. Therefore, to love is to suffer, not to love is to suffer, to suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love, to be happy then is to suffer but suffering makes one unhappy, therefore to be unhappy one must love or love to suffer or suffer from too much happiness. I hope you're getting this down...
Man consists of two parts, his mind and his body, only the body has more fun.
To die before the harvest, the crops, the grains, fields of rippling wheat... wheat, all there is in life: wheat.
You know it's easy to be happy if your one concern in life is figuring out how much saliva to dribble.
Swimming out with the open sea... Like the great wild herring...