Alvy Singer: I've gotta see a picture exactly from the start to finish, 'cause, 'cause I'm anal. Annie Hall: That's a polite ...word for what you are.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Alvy's psychiatrist: How often do you sleep together? Annie's psychiatrist: Do you have sex often?... Alvy Singer: Hardly ever. Maybe three times a week. Annie Hall: Constantly! I'd say three times a week.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Annie Hall: Well, la-de-da! Alvy Singer: La-de-da. If I, if anyone had ever told me that I would be taking out a girl who use...d expressions like "la-de-da."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Jim Wilson: Cops have no friends. Nobody likes a cop. On either side of the law. Nobody. Captain Brawley: Is that what you wa...nt? People to like you? Then you're in the wrong business and you ought to get out. Jim Wilson: It's the only job I know. Has been for eleven years now. Captain Brawley: Then make up your mind to be a cop. Not a gangster with a badge.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
"Jim," she said earnestly, "if I was put down there in the middle of the night, I could find my way all over that little town; and... along the river to the next town, where my grandmother lived. My feet remember all the little paths through the woods, and where the big roots stick out to trip you. I ain't never forgot my own country."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
He weren't no saint--but at Jedgment I'd run my chance with Jim,... 'Longside of some pious gentlemen That wouldn't shook hands with him. He seen his duty, a dead-sure thing,-- And went for it, thar an' then: And Christ ain't a-goin' to be too hard On a man that died for me.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Some day the workers will take possession of your city hall, and when we do, no child will be sacrificed on the altar of profit!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Zeb Calloway: This child's seen a heap of Injuns and most of this country. She's big and wild, colder than hell ... the Tetons sta...ndin' higher than the clouds. By beaver, there's nothin' prettier than the upper Missouri. She's wild and pretty like a virgin woman. But the prettiest part of it all belongs to her people--Blackfeet--proud Injuns. Ain't gonna let no white men spy on their country. Only thing they're feared of is a white man's sickness. Jim Deakins: What's that? Zeb: Grabs. White men don't see nothin' pretty lest they wants to grab it. The more they grab, the more they wanna grab. It's like a fever, and they can't get cured. The only thing for them to do is keep on grabbin' until everything belongs to white men and then start grabbin' from each other. Can't reckon Injuns got no reason to love nothin' white. By beaver, this child'd rather be in that Black Feet country than anywheres else.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
[President Ellen Wood Hall is] short, with short gray hair that is not in the least bit attractive, and wears godawful clothes.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »