(Sound and Woody Allen monologue begin)
White credits dissolve in and out on black screen. No sound.
FADE OUT: credits
Abrupt medium close-up of Alvy Singer doing a comedy monologue. He
wearing a crumbled sports jacket and tieless shirt; the background is stark.
There's an old joke. Uh, two elderly
women are at a Catskills mountain
resort, and one of 'em says: "Boy, the
food at this place is really terrible."
The other one says, "Yeah, I know, and
such ... small portions." Well, that's
essentially how I feel about life. Full
of loneliness and misery and suffering
and unhappiness, and it's all over much
too quickly. The-the other important
joke for me is one that's, uh, usually
attributed to Groucho Marx, but I think
it appears originally in Freud's wit and
its relation to the unconscious. And it
goes like this-I'm paraphrasing: Uh ...
"I would never wanna belong to any club
that would have someone like me for a
member." That's the key joke of my adult
life in terms of my relationships with
women. Tsch, you know, lately the
strangest things have been going
through my mind, 'cause I turned forty,
tsch, and I guess I'm going through a
life crisis or something, I don't know.
I, uh ... and I'm not worried about aging.
I'm not one o' those characters, you know.
Although I'm balding slightly on top, that's
about the worst you can say about me. I,
uh, I think I'm gonna get better as I get
older, you know? I think I'm gonna be the-
the balding virile type, you know, as
opposed to say the, uh, distinguished
gray, for instance, you know? 'Less I'm
neither o' those two. Unless I'm one o'
those guys with saliva dribbling out of
his mouth who wanders into a cafeteria
with a shopping bag screaming about
Annie and I broke up and I-I still can't
get my mind around that. You know, I-I
keep sifting the pieces of the relationship
through my mind and-and examining my life
and tryin' to figure out where did the
screw-up come, you know, and a year ago we
were... tsch, in love. You know, and-and-and
... And it's funny, I'm not-I'm not a
morose type. I'm not a depressive character.
you know, I was a reasonably happy kid,
I guess. I was brought up in Brooklyn
during World War II.
INT. DOCTOR'S OFFICE-DAY
Alvy as young boy sits on a sofa with his mother in an old-fashioned,
cluttered doctor's office. The doctor stands near the sofa, holding a
cigarette and listening.
(To the doctor)
He's been depressed. All off a sudden,
he can't do anything.
Why are you depressed, Alvy?
Tell Dr. Flicker.
(Young Alvy sits, his head down. His
mother answers for him)
It's something he read.
(Puffing on his cigarette and
Something he read, huh?
(His head still down)
The universe is expanding.
The universe is expanding?
(Looking up at the doctor)
Well, the universe is everything, and if
it's expanding, someday it will break apart
and that would be the end of everything!
Disgusted, his mother looks at him.
What is that your business?
(she turns back to the doctor)
He stopped doing his homework.
What's the point?
(Excited, gesturing with her hands)
What has the universe got to do with it?
You're here in Brooklyn! Brooklyn is not
(Heartily, looking down at Alvy)
It won't be expanding for billions of years
yet, Alvy. And we've gotta try to enjoy
ourselves while we're here. Uh?
Fall shot of house with an amusement-park roller-coaster ride built over it.
A line of cars move up and then slides with great speed while out the window
of the house a band shakes a dust mop.
My analyst says I exaggerate my childhood
memories, but I swear I was brought up
underneath the roller-
Alvy as a child sits at the table eating soup and reading a comic book while
his father sits on the sofa reading the paper. The house shakes with every
move of the roller coaster.
-coaster in the Coney Island section of
Brooklyn. Maybe that accounts for my
personality, which is a little nervous, I
Young Alvy at the food-stand concession watching three military men
representing the Army, the Navy and the Marines arm in arm with a blond woman
in a skirted bathing suit. They all turn and run toward the foreground. The
girl stops before the camera to lean over and throw a kiss. The sign over the
concession reads "Steve's Famous Clam Bar. Ice Cold Beer, "and the roller
coaster is moving in full gear in the background.
You know, I have a hyperactive imagination.
My mind tends to jump around a little, and
have some trouble between fantasy and reality.
Full shot of people in bumper cars thoroughly enjoying bumping into each other
as Alvy father stands in the center of the track directing traffic.
My father ran the bumper-car concession.
(Alvy as a child moves into the frame
driving a bumper car. He stops as other
cars bombard him. His father continues
to direct the traffic)
There-there he is and there I am. But I-I-I-I
used to get my aggression out through those
cars all the time.
Alvy backs up his car off screen.
INT. SCHOOLROOM - DAY
The camera pans over three austere-looking teachers standing in front of the
blackboard. The chalk writing on the board changes as each teacher lectures.
While Alvy speaks, one of the male teachers puts an equation on the blackboard.
- "2 X 10 = 20 " and other arithmetic formulas.
I remember the staff at our public
school. You know, we had a saying, uh,
that "Those who can't do, teach, and
those who can't teach, teach gym." And
...uh, h'h, of course, those who couldn't
do anything, I think, were assigned to
our school. I must say-
A female teacher standing in front of an old-fashioned schoolroom. The
blackboard behind her reads "Transportation Administration. The camera pans
her point of view: a group of young students sitting behind their desks. Alvy
as a child sits in a center desk wile all around him there is student activity;
there is note-passing, ruler-tapping, nose-picking, gumchewing.
I always felt my schoolmates were idiots.
Melvyn Greenglass, you know, fat little
face, and Henrietta Farrell, just Miss
Perfect all the time. And-and Ivan
Ackerman, always the wrong answer. Always.
Ivan stands up behind his desk.
Seven and three is nine.
Alvy hits his forehead with his hand. Another student glances over at him,
Even then I knew they were just jerks.
(The camera moves back to the teacher,
who is glaring out at her students)
In nineteen forty-two I had already dis-
As Alvy talks, the camera shows him move from his seat and kiss a young girl.
She jumps from her seat in disgust, rubbing her cheek, as Alvy moves back to
Ugh, he kissed me, he kissed me.
That's the second time this month! Step
As the teacher, really glaring now, speaks, Alvy rises from his seat and moves
over to her. Angry, she points with her band while the students turn their
heads to watch what will happen next.
What'd I do?
Step up here!
What'd I do?
You should be ashamed of yourself.
The students, their heads still turned, look back at Alvy, now an adult,
sitting in the last seat of the second row.
ALVY (AS ADULT)
(First off screen, then onscreen as
camera moves over to the back of the
Why, I was just expressing a healthy sexual
(The younger, Alvy standing next to her)
Six-year-old boys don't have girls on
ALVY (AS ADULT)
(Still sitting in the back of
The girl the young Alvy kissed turns to the older Alvy, she gestures and
For God's sakes, Alvy, even Freud speaks
of a latency period.
ALVY (AS ADULT)
Well, I never had a latency period. I
can't help it.
(With young, Alvy still at her side)
Why couldn't you have been more like Donald?
(The camera pans over to Donald,
sitting up tall in his seat, then
back to the teacher)
Now, there was a model boy!
ALVY (AS CHILD)
(Still standing next to the teacher)
Tell the folks where you are today, Donald.
I run a profitable dress company.
Right. Sometimes I wonder where my
classmates are today.
The camera shows the full classroom, the students sitting behind their desks,
the teacher standing in the front of the room. One at a time, the young
students rise u from their desks and speak.
I'm president of the Pinkus Plumbing Company.
I sell tallises.
I used to be a heroin addict. Now I'm a
I'm into leather.
Close-up of a TV screen showing Alvy as an adult on a talk show. He sits next
to the show, host, Dick Cavett, a Navy man sits on his right. Static is heard
throughout the dialogue.
I lost track of most of my old schoolmates,
but I wound up a comedian. They did not take
me in the Army. I was, uh ... Interestingly
enough, I was-I was four-P.
Sounds of TV audience laughter and applause are heard.
Yes. In-in-in-in the event of war, I'm a
More audience laughter joined by Dick Cavett and the naval officer.
INT. THE HOUSE WHERE ALVY GREW UP
Alvy's mother sits at the old-fashioned dining-room table peeling carrots and
talking as she looks off screen.
You always only saw the worst in people.
You never could get along with anyone at
school. You were always outta step with the
world. Even when you got famous, you still
distrusted the world.'
EXT. MANHATTAN STREET-DAY
A pretty Manhattan street with sidewalk trees, brownstones, a school; people
mill about, some strolling and carrying bundles, others buried. The screen
shows the whole length of the sidewalk, a street, and part of the sidewalk
beyond. As the following scene ensues, two pedestrians, indistinguishable in
the distance, come closer and closer toward the camera, recognizable, finally,
as Alvy and his best friend, Rob, deep in conversation. They eventually move
past the camera and off screen. Traffic noise is heard in the background.
I distinctly heard it. He muttered under
his breath, "Jew."
No, I'm not. We were walking off the
tennis court, and you know, he was there
and me and his wife, and he looked at her
and then they both looked at me, and under
his breath he said, "Jew."
Alvy, you're a total paranoid.
Wh- How am I a paran-? Well, I pick up on
those kind o' things. You know, I was
having lunch with some guys from NBC, so
I said ... uh, "Did you eat yet or what?"
and Tom Christie said, "No, didchoo?"
Not, did you, didchoo eat? Jew? No, not
did you eat, but Jew eat? Jew. You get it?
Ah, Max, you, uh ...
Stop calling me Max.
Why, Max? It's a good name for you. Max,
you see conspiracies in everything.
No, I don't! You know, I was in a record
store. Listen to this -so I know there's
this big tall blond crew-cutted guy and
he's lookin' at me in a funny way and
smiling and he's saying, "Yes, we have a
sale this week on Wagner." Wagner, Max,
Wagner-so I know what he's really tryin'
to tell me very significantly Wagner.
Right, Max. California, Max.
Let's get the hell outta this crazy city.
Forget it, Max.
-we move to sunny L.A. All of show business
is out there, Max.
No, I cannot. You keep bringing it up, but
I don't wanna live in a city where the only
cultural advantage is that you can make a
right turn on a red light.
(Checking his watch)
Right, Max, forget it. Aren't you gonna be
late for meeting Annie?
I'm gonna meet her in front of the Beekman.
I think I have a few minutes left. Right?
EXT. BEEKMAN THEATER-DAY
Alvy stands in front of glass doors of theater, the ticket taker behind him
just inside the glass doors. The sounds of city traffic, car horns honking,
can be heard while he looks around waiting for, Annie. A man in a black leather
jacket, walking past the theater, stops in front of, Alvy. He looks at him,
then moves away. He stops a few steps farther and turns around to look at Alvy
again. Alvy looks away, then back at the man. The man continues to stare.
Alvy scratches his head, looking for Annie and trying not to notice the man.
The man, still staring, walks back to Alvy.
Hey, you on television?
(Nodding his head)
No. Yeah, once in a while. You know,
What's your name?
(Clearing his throat)
You wouldn't know it. It doesn't matter.
What's the difference?
You were on ... uh, the ... uh, the Johnny
Once in a while, you know. I mean, you
know, every now-
What's your name?
Alvy is getting more and more uneasy as the man talks; more and more people
move through the doors of the theater.
I'm ... I'm, uh, I'm Robert Redford.
Alvy Singer. It was nice nice ... Thanks
very much ... for everything.
They shake hands and Alvy pats the man's arm. The man in turn looks over his
shoulder and motions to another man. All excited now, he points to Alvy and
calls out. Alvy looks impatient.
This is Alvy Singer!
Fellas ... you know-Jesus! Come on!
(Overlapping, ignoring Alvy)
This guy's on television! Alvy
Singer, right? Am I right?
(Overlapping 1st man)
Gimme a break, will yuh, gimme a break.
(Still ignoring Alvy's protestations)
This guy's on television.
I need a large polo mallet!
(Moving into the screen)
Who's on television?
This guy, on the Johnny Carson show.
Fellas, what is this-a meeting o' the
teamsters? You know.. .
(Also ignoring Alvy)
(Holding out a matchbook)
Can I have your autograph?
You don't want my autograph.
(Overlapping, Alvy's speech)
Yeah, I do. It's for my girl friend.
Make it out to Ralph.
(Taking the matchbook and pen and
Your girl friend's name is Ralph?
It's for my brudder.
Alvy Singer! Hey! This is Alvy-
(To Alvy, overlapping 1st man's speech)
You really Alvy Singer, the ... the
Nodding his head yes, Alvy shoves 2nd man aside and moves to the curb of the
sidewalk. The two men follow, still talking over the traffic noise.
Alvy Singer over here!
A cab moves into the frame and stops by the curb. Alvy moves over to it about
to get in.
(Overlapping the two men and
I-i-i-i-it's all right, fellas.
(As Alvy opens the cab door, the
two men still behind him, Annie
Jesus, what'd you do, come by way of
the Panama Canal?
Alright, alright, I'm in a bad mood, okay?
Annie closes the cab door and she and Alvy move over to the ticket booth of
the theater as they continue to talk.
Bad mood? I'm standing with the cast of
You're gonna hafta learn to deal with it.
Deal! I'm dealing with two guys named
(They move into the ticket line,
still talking. A billboard next to
them reads "INGMAR BERGMAN'S 'FACE
TO FACE ,'LIV ULLMANN")
Please, I have a headache, all right?
Hey, you are in a bad mood. You-you-
you must be getting your period.
I'm not getting my period. Jesus, every
time anything out of the ordinary happens,
you think that I'm getting my period!
They move over to the ticket counter, people in front of them buying tickets
and walking off screen.
A li-little louder. I think one of them
may have missed it!
(To the ticket clerk)
H'm, has the picture started yet?
It started two minutes ago.
(Hitting his hand on the counter)
That's it! Forget it! I-I can't go in.
Two minutes, Alvy.
No, I'm sorry, I can't do it. We-we've
blown it already. I-you know, uh, I-I
can't go in in the middle.
In the middle?
(Alvy nods his head yes and let's
out an exasperated sigh)
We'll only miss the titles. They're in
You wanna get coffee for two hours or
something? We'll go next-
Two hours? No, u-uh, I'm going in.
I'm going in.
She moves past the ticket clerk.
(Waving to Annie)
Go ahead. Good-bye.
Annie moves back to Alvy and takes his arm.
Look, while we're talking we could be
inside, you know that?
(Watching people with tickets move
Hey, can we not stand here and argue in
front of everybody, 'cause I get embarrassed.
Alright. All right, all right, so whatta
you wanna do?
I don't know now. You-you wanna go to
(Annie nods her head and shrugs
her shoulders disgustedly as Alvy,
gesturing with his band, looks at
So let's go see The Sorrow and the Pity.
Oh, come on, we've seen it. I'm not in
the mood to see a four-hour documentary
Well, I'm sorry, I-I can't ... I-I-I've
gotta see a picture exactly from the start
to the finish, 'cause-'cause I'm anal.
H'h, that's a polite word for what you are.
INT. THEATER LOBBY.
A lined-up crowd of ticket holders waiting to get into the theater, Alvy and
Annie among them. A bum of indistinct chatter can be heard through the ensuing
MAN IN LINE
(Loudly to his companion right
behind Alvy and Annie)
We saw the Fellini film last Tuesday.
It is not one of his best. It lacks a
cohesive structure. You know, you get
the feeling that he's not absolutely sure
what it is he wants to say. 'Course, I've
always felt he was essentially a-a technical
film maker. Granted, La Strada was a great
film. Great in its use of negative energy
more than anything else. But that simple
cohesive core ...
Alvy, reacting to the man's loud monologue, starts to get annoyed, while Annie
begins to read her newspaper.
(Overlapping the man's speech)
I'm-I'm-I'm gonna have a stroke.
Well, stop listening to him.
MAN IN LINE
(Overlapping Alvy and Annie)
You know, it must need to have had its
leading from one thought to another.
You know what I'm talking about?
He's screaming his opinions in my ear.
MAN IN LINE
Like all that Juliet of the Spirits or
Satyricon, I found it incredibly ...
indulgent. You know, he really is. He's
one of the most indulgent film makers. He
Key word here is "indulgent."
MAN IN LINE
-without getting ... well, let's put it
this way ...
(To Annie, who is still reading,
overlapping the man in line who is
What are you depressed about?
I missed my therapy. I overslept.
How can you possibly oversleep?
The alarm clock.
You know what a hostile gesture that is
I know-because of our sexual problem,
Hey, you ... everybody in line at the
New Yorker has to know our rate of
MAN IN LINE
- It's like Samuel Beckett, you know-
I admire the technique but he doesn't ...
he doesn't hit me on a gut level.
I'd like to hit this guy on a gut level.
The man in line continues his speech all the while Alvy and Annie talk.
Stop it, Alvy!
(Wringing his hands)
Well, he's spitting on my neck! You know,
he's spitting on my neck when he talks.
MAN IN LINE
And then, the most important thing of all
is a comedian's vision.
And you know something else? You know,
you're so egocentric that if I miss my
therapy you can think of it in terms of
how it affects you!
MAN IN LINE
(Lighting a cigarette while he talks)
Gal gun-shy is what it is.
(Reacting again to the man in line)
Probably on their first date, right?
MAN IN LINE
(Still going on)
It's a narrow view.
Probably met by answering an ad in the
New York Review of Books. "Thirtyish
academic wishes to meet woman who's
interested in Mozart, James Joyce and
(He sighs; then to Annie)
Whatta you mean, our sexual problem?
I-I-I mean, I'm comparatively normal
for a guy raised in Brooklyn.
Okay, I'm very sorry. My sexual problem!
Okay, my sexual problem! Huh?
The man in front of them turns to look at them, then looks away.
I never read that. That was-that was
Henry James, right? Novel, uh, the
sequel to Turn of the Screw? My Sexual ...
MAN IN LINE
(Even louder now)
It's the influence of television. Yeah,
now Marshall McLuhan deals with it in terms
of it being a-a high, uh, high intensity,
you understand? A hot medium ... as opposed
to a ...
(More and more aggravated)
What I wouldn't give for a large sock o'
MAN IN LINE
... as opposed to a print ...
Alvy steps forward, waving his hands in frustration, and stands facing the
(Sighing and addressing the audience)
What do you do when you get stuck in a movie
line with a guy like this behind you? I mean,
it's just maddening!
The man in line moves toward Alvy. Both address the audience now.
MAN IN LINE
Wait a minute, why can't I give my opinion?
It's a free country!
I mean, d- He can give you- Do you hafta
give it so loud? I mean, aren't you ashamed
to pontificate like that? And-and the funny
part of it is, M-Marshall McLuhan, you don't
know anything about Marshall McLuhan's...work!
MAN IN LINE
Wait a minute! Really? Really? I happen to
teach a class at Columbia called "TV Media
and Culture"! So I think that my insights
into Mr. McLuhan-well, have a great deal of
Oh, do yuh?
MAN IN LINE
Well, that's funny, because I happen to
have Mr. McLuhan right here. So ... so,
here, just let me-I mean, all right. Come
over here ... a second.
Alvy gestures to the camera which follows him and the man in line to the back
of the crowded lobby. He moves over to a large stand-up movie poster and
pulls Marshall McLuban from behind the poster.
MAN IN LINE
(To the man in line)
I hear-I heard what you were saying.
You-you know nothing of my work. You
mean my whole fallacy is wrong. How you
ever got to teach a course in anything is
(To the camera)
Boy, if life were only like this!
INT. THEATER. A CLOSE-UP OF THE SCREEN SHOWING FACES OF GERMAN SOLDIERS.
Credits appear over the faces of the soldiers.
THE SORROW AND THE PITY
CINEMA 5 LTD., 1972
MARCEL OPHULS, ANDRE HARRIS, 1969
Chronicle of a French town during the Occupation
(Over credits and soldiers)
June fourteenth, nineteen forty, the
German army occupies Paris. All over
the country, people are desperate for
every available scrap of news.
Annie is sitting up in bed reading.
Boy, those guys in the French Resistance
were really brave, you know? Got to listen
to Maurice Chevalier sing so much.
M'm, I don't know, sometimes I ask myself
how I'd stand up under torture.
You? You kiddin'?
(He moves into the frame, lying across
the bed to touch, Annie, who makes a
If the Gestapo would take away your
Bloomingdale's charge card, you'd tell 'em
That movie makes me feel guilty.
Yeah, 'cause it's supposed to.
He starts kissing Annie's arm. She gets annoyed and continues to read.
Alvy, I ...
What-what-what-what's the matter?
I-you know, I don't wanna.
(Overlapping Annie, reacting)
What-what-I don't ... It's not natural!
We're sleeping in a bed together. You
know, it's been a long time.
I know, well, it's just that-you know, I
mean, I-I-I-I gotta sing tomorrow night,
so I have to rest my voice.
(Overlapping Annie again)
It's always some kind of an excuse. It's-
You know, you used to think that I was
very sexy. What ... When we first started
going out, we had sex constantly ... We're-
we're probably listed in the Guinness Book
of World Records.
(Patting Alvy's band solicitously)
I know. Well, Alvy, it'll pass, it'll
pass, it's just that I'm going through a
phase, that's all.
I mean, you've been married before, you
know how things can get. You were very
hot for Allison at first.
INT. BACK STAGE OF AUDITORIUM - NIGHT.
Allison, clipboard in band, walks about the wings, stopping to talk to various
people. Musicians, performers and technicians mill about, busy with activity.
Allison wears a large "ADLAI" button, as do the people around her. The sounds
of a comedian on the stage of the auditorium can be heard, occasionally,
interrupted by chatter and applause from the off screen audience. Allison
stops to talk to two women; they, too, wear "ADLAI" buttons.
(Looking down at the clipboard)
Ma'am, you're on right after this man ...
about twenty minutes, something like that.
Oh, thank you.
Alvy moves into the frame behind Allison. He taps her on the shoulder; she
turns to face him.
Excuse ... excuse me, when do I go on?
(Looking down at the clipboard)
Who are you?
Alvy ... Alvy Singer. I'm a comedian.
Oh, comedian. Yes. Oh, uh ... you're
(Rubbing his hands together
What do you mean, next?
Uh ... I mean you're on right after
No, it can't be, because he's a comic.
So what are you telling me, you're
putting on two comics in a row?
No, I'm sorry, I'm not goin'- I can't
... I don't wanna go on after that comedian.
No, because they're-they're laughing, so
(He starts laughing nervously)
I-I-I'd rather not. If you don't mind,
Will you relax, please? They're gonna
love you, I know.
I prefer not to, because ... look,
they're laughing at him. See, so what
are yuh telling me-
They move closer to the stage, looking out from the wings.
-that I've got to ... ah ... ah ...
They're gonna laugh at him for a couple
minutes, then I gotta go out there, I
gotta ... get laughs, too. How much can
They-they they're laughed out.
Do you feel all right?
As Allison and Alvy look out at the stage, the camera cuts to their point of
view: a comedian standing at a podium in front of huge waving pictures of Adlai
Stevenson. The audience, laughing and clapping, sits at round tables in
clusters around the room.
The camera moves back to Allison and Alvy watching the stage. Alvy is swinging
his hands nervously.
(Off screen, onstage)
You know ...
Alvy starts looking Allison up and down; people in the background mill about.
(Above the chatter around him)
Look, what's your-what's your name?
... General Eisenhower is not ...
(Looking out at the stage)
Yeah? Allison what?
(Still looking off screen)
... a group from the ...
Thank you. I-I don't know why they would
have me at this kind of rally 'cause ...
(He clears his throat)
Excuse me, I'm not essentially a political
comedian at all.
The audience starts to laugh.
I ... interestingly had, uh, dated ...
a woman in the Eisenhower Administration
... briefly ... and, uh, it was ironic to
me 'cause, uh . . . tsch . . . 'cause I
was trying to, u-u-uh, do to her what
Eisenhower has been doing to the country
for the last eight years.
The audience is with him, laughing, as Allison continues to watch offstage.
INT. APARTMENT BEDROOM.
Allison and, Alvy are on the bed, kissing. There are books all over the room;
a fireplace, unlit, along one of the walls. Alvy suddenly breaks away and sits
on the edge of the bed. Allison looks at him.
H'm, I'm sorry, I can't go through with
this, because it-I can't get it off my
mind, Allison ... it's obsessing me!
Well, I'm getting tired of it. I need
Alvy gets up from the bed and starts walking restlessly around the room,
gesturing with his hands.
It-but it-it ... doesn't make any sense.
He drove past the book depository and the
police said conclusively that it was an
exit wound. So-how is it possible for
Oswald to have fired from two angles at
once? It doesn't make sense.
Alvy, stopping for a moment at the fireplace mantel, sighs. He then snaps his
fingers and starts walking again.
I'll tell you this! He was not marksman
enough to hit a moving target at that
range. But ...
(Clears his throat)
if there was a second assassin ... it-
Alvy stops at the music stand with open sheet music on it as Allison gets up
from the bed and retrieves a pack of cigarettes from a bookshelf.
We've been through this.
If they-they recovered the shells from
(Moving back to the bed and
lighting a cigarette)
Okay. All right, so whatta yuh saying,
now? That e-e-everybody o-o-on the Warren
Commission is in on this conspiracy, right?
Well, why not?
Yeah, Earl Warren?
(Moving toward the bed)
Hey ... honey, I don't know Earl Warren.
(Propping one knee on the bed
L-L-Lyndon Johns Lyndon Johnson is a
politician. You know the ethics those
guys have? It's like-uh, a notch
underneath child molester.
Then everybody's in in the conspiracy?
(Nodding his head)
The FBI, and the CIA, and J. Edgar
Hoover and oil companies and the
Pentagon and the men's-room attendant
at the White House?
Alvy touches Allison's shoulder, then gets up from the bed and starts walking
I-I-I-I would leave out the men's-room
You're using this conspiracy theory as
an excuse to avoid sex with me.
Oh, my God!
(Then, to the camera)
She's right! Why did I turn off Allison
Portchnik? She was-she was beautiful. She
was willing. She was real ... intelligent.
Is it the old Groucho Marx joke? That-that
I-I just don't wanna belong to any club that
would have someone like me for a member?
EXT. BEACH HOUSE - DAY
Alvy's and Annie's voices are heard over the wind-browned exterior of a beach
house in the Hamptons. As they continue to talk, the camera moves inside the
house. Alvy is picking up chairs, trying to get at the group of lobsters
crawling on the floor. Dishes are stacked up in a drying rack, and bags of
groceries sit on the counter. There's a table and chairs near the refrigerator.
Alvy, now don't panic. Please.
Look, I told you it was a ... mistake
to ever bring a live thing in the house.
Stop it! Don't ... don't do that! There.
The lobsters continue to crawl on the floor. Annie, bolding out a wooden
paddle, tries to shove them onto it.
Well, maybe we should just call the police.
Dial nine-one-one, it's the lobster squad.
Come on, Alvy, they're only baby ones, for
If they're only babies, then you pick
Oh, all right. All right! It's all
She drops the paddle and picks up one of the lobsters by the tail. Laughing,
she shoves it at Alvy who jerks backward, squeamishly.
Don't give it to me. Don't!
Oooh! Here! Here!
Look! Look, one crawled behind the
refrigerator. It'll turn up in our bed
(They move over to the refrigerator;
Alvy moves as close to the wall as
possible as Annie, covering her mouth
and laughing hysterically, teasingly
dangles a lobster in front of him)
Will you get outta here with that thing?
(Laughing, to the lobster)
Talk to him. You speak shellfish!
(He moves over to the stove and
takes the lid of a large steamer
filled with boiling water)
Hey, look ... put it in the pot.
I can't! I can't put him in the pot. I
can't put a live thing in hot water.
Gimme! Gimme! Let me do it! What-what's
he think we're gonna do, take him to the
Annie hands the lobster to Alvy as he takes it very carefully and drops it
gingerly into the pot and puts the cover back on.
(Overlapping Alvy and making sounds)
Oh, God! Here yuh go! Oh, good, now
Okay, it's in. It's definitely in the pot!
All right. All right. All right.
She moves hurriedly across the kitchen and picks up another lobster. Smiling,
she places it on the counter as Alvy stands beside the refrigerator trying to
push it from the wall.
Annie, there's a big lobster behind
the refrigerator. I can't get it out.
This thing's heavy. Maybe if I put a
little dish of butter sauce here with a
nutcracker, it will run out the other
side, you know what I mean?
Yeah. I'm gonna get my ... I'm gonna
get my camera.
You know, I-I think ... if I could pry
this door off ... We shoulda gotten steaks
'cause they don't have legs. They don't
Annie rushes out of the room to get her camera as Alvy picks up the paddle.
Trying to get at the lobsters, he ends up knocking over dishes and hitting the
chandelier. Holding the paddle, he finally leans back against the sink.
Annie, standing in the doorway, starts taking pictures of him.
Ooooh! These are ... p-p-p-pick this
lobster up. Hold it, please!
All right! All right! All right! All
right! Whatta yuh mean? Are yuh gonna
take pictures now?
It'll make great- Alvy, be- Alvy, it'll
be wonderful ... Ooooh, lovely!
(Picking up the lobster Annie
placed on the counter earlier)
All right, here! Oh, God, it's disgusting!
Alvy drops the lobster back down on the counter, sticking out his tongue and
making a face.
Don't be a jerk. One more, Alvy, please,
one more picture.
(Reluctantly Alvy picks up the
lobster again as Annie takes
Oh, oh, good, good!
EXT. OCEAN FRONT-DUSK.
The camera pans Annie and Alvy as they walk along the shore.
So, so-well, here's what I wanna know.
(He clears his throat)
Am I your first big romance?
Oh ... no, no, no, no, uh, uh. No.
Well, then, w-who was?
Oh, well, let's see, there was Dennis,
from Chippewa Falls High School.
FLASHBACK OF DENNIS LEANING AGAINST A CAR - NIGHT
Behind him is a movie theater with "MARILYN MONROE, 'MISFITS' " on the marquee.
He looks at his watch as the younger Annie, in a beehive hairdo, moves into the
frame. They kiss quickly and look at each other, smiling.
Dennis-right, uh, uh ... local kid
probably, would meetcha in front of the
movie house on Saturday night.
Oh, God, you should've seen what I looked
(Off screen, laughing)
Oh, I can imagine. P-p-probably the
wife of an astronaut.
Then there was Jerry, the actor.
FLASHBACK OF BRICK-WALLED APARTMENT - NIGHT
The younger, Annie and Jerry lean against the wall. Jerry is running his band
down Annie's bare arm. Annie and Alvy walk into the room, observing the younger
Annie, in jeans and T-shirt, with Jerry.
Look at you, you-you,-re such a clown.
I look pretty.
Well, yeah, you always look pretty, but
that guy with you ...
Acting is like an exploration of the soul.
I-it's very religious. Uh, like, uh, a
kind of liberating consciousness. It's
like a visual poem.
Is he kidding with that crap?
Oh, right. Right, yeah, I think I
know exactly what you mean, when you
(Incredulous, to Annie)
Oh, come on-I mean, I was still younger.
Hey, that was last year.
It's like when I think of dying. You
know how I would like to die?
I'd like to get torn apart by wild animals.
Heavy! Eaten by some squirrels.
Hey, listen-I mean, he was a terrific actor,
and look at him, he's neat-looking and he
was emotional ... Y-hey, I don't think you
like emotion too much.
Jerry stops rubbing the younger Annie's arm and slides down to the floor as
she raises her foot toward his chest.
Touch my heart ... with your foot.
I-I may throw up!
CUT BACK TO:
It's now sunset, the water reflecting the last light. The camera moves over
the scene. The off screen voices of Alvy and Annie are heard as they walk, the
camera always one step ahead of them.
He was creepy.
Yeah, I-I think you're pretty lucky I
Oh, really? Well, la-de-da!
La-de-da. If I-if anyone had ever told
me that I would be taking out a girl who
used expressions like "la-de-da" . . .
Oh, that's right. That you really like
those New York girls.
Well, no ... not just, not only.
Oh, I'd say so. You married-
INT. NEW YORK CITY APARTMENT-NIGHT
A cocktail party is in progress, the rooms crowded with guests as Alvy and
Robin make their way through the people. A waiter, carrying a tray, walks
past them. Alvy reaches out to pick up a glass; Robin reaches over and picks
it of the tray first. There is much low-key chatter in the background.
-two of them.
There's Henry Drucker. He has a chair
in history at Princeton. Oh, the short
man is Hershel Kaminsky. He has a chair
in philosophy at Cornell.
Yeah, two more chairs and they got a
Why are you so hostile?
'Cause I wanna watch the Knicks on
Is that Paul Goodman? No. And be nice
to the host because he's publishing my
book. Hi, Doug! Douglas Wyatt.
"A Foul-Rag-and-Bone Shop-of-the-Heart."
They move through the rooms, Robin holding a drink in one hand, her arm draped
in Alvy's; the crowd mills around them.
(Taking Robin's hand)
I'm so tired of spending evenings making
fake insights with people who work for
Oh, really, I heard that Commentary and
Dissent had merged and formed Dysentery.
No jokes-these are friends, okay?
Alvy sits on the foot of the bed watching the Knicks game on television.
Cleveland Cavaliers losing to the New
Robin enters the room, slamming the door.
Here you are. There's people out there.
Hey, you wouldn't believe this. Two
minutes ago, the Knicks are ahead fourteen
points, and now ...
(Clears his throat)
they're ahead two points.
Alvy, what is so fascinating about a group
of pituitary cases trying to stuff the
ball through a hoop?
(Looking at Robin)
What's fascinating is that it's physical.
You know, it's one thing about intellectuals,
they prove that you can be absolutely brilliant
and have no idea what's going on. But on the
other hand ...
(Clears his throat)
the body doesn't lie, as-as we now know.
Alvy reaches over, pulls Robin down onto the bed. He kisses her and moves
farther up on the bed.
Stop acting out.
She sits on the edge of the bed, looking down at the sprawled-out Alvy.
No, it'll be great! It'll be great,
be-because all those Ph.D.'s are in
there, you know, like ... discussing
models of alienation and we'll be in
here quietly humping.
He pulls Robin toward him, caressing her as she pulls herself away.
Alvy, don't! You're using sex to
"'Why-why do you always r-reduce my
animal urges to psychoanalytic categories?'
(Clears his throat)
he said as he removed her brassiere..."
(Pulling away again)
There are people out there from The New
Yorker magazine. My God! What would they
She gets up and fixes the zipper on her dress. She turns and moves toward the
Robin and Alvy are in bed. The room is in darkness. Outside, a siren starts
Oh, I'm sorry!
Don't get upset!
Dammit! I was so close.
She flips on the overhead lamp and turns on her side. Alvy turns to her.
Jesus, last night it was some guy honking
his car horn. I mean, the city can't
close down. You know, what-whatta yuh
gonna do, h-have 'em shut down the
airport, too? No more flights so we can
(Reaching over for her eyeglasses
on the night table)
I'm too tense. I need a Valium. My
analyst says I should live in the country
and not in New York.
Well, I can't li- We can't have this
discussion all the time. The country
makes me nervous. There's ... You got
crickets and it-it's quiet ... there's
no place to walk after dinner, and... uh,
there's the screens with the dead moths
behind them, and... uh, yuh got the-the
Manson family possibly, yuh got Dick and
Okay, okay, my analyst just thinks I'm
too tense. Where's the goddamn Valium?
She fumbles about the floor for the Valium, then back on the bed.
Hey, come on, it's quiet now. We can-we
can start again.
My head is throbbing.
Oh, you got a headache!
I have a headache.
Oswald and ghosts.
He begins to get out of bed.
Where are you going?
Well, I'm-I'm gonna take another in a
series of cold showers.
EXT. MEN'S LOCKER ROOM OF THE TENNIS CLUB.
Rob and Alvy, carrying tennis rackets, come through the door of the locker
room to the lobby. They are dressed in tennis whites. They walk toward the
Max, my serve is gonna send yuh to
Right, right, so g-get back to what we
were discussing, the failure of the
country to get behind New York City is-is
Max, the city is terribly worried.
But the- I'm not discussing politics or
economics. This is foreskin.
No, no, no, Max, that's a very convenient
out. Every time some group disagrees with
you it's because of anti-Semitism.
Don't you see? The rest of the country looks
upon New York like we're-we're left-wing
Communist, Jewish, homosexual, pornographers.
I think of us that way, sometimes, and I-I
Max, if we lived in California, we could
play outdoors every day, in the sun.
Sun is bad for yuh. Everything our parents
said was good is bad. Sun, milk, red meat,
INT. TENNIS COURT
Annie and Janet, in tennis whites, stand on the court holding tennis rackets
and balls. They are chattering and giggling.
I know, but ooh- here he comes. Okay.
Rob and Alvy enter the court and walk over to the two women. Rob kisses Janet
and makes introduction.
You know Alvy?
Oh, hi, Alvy.
How are yuh?
You know Annie?
I'm sorry. This is Annie Hall.
Annie and Alvy shake hands.
(Eager to begin)
Who's playing who here? Alvy Well, uh ...
you and me against them?
Well ... so ... I can't play too good,
I've had four lessons!
The group, laughing and chatting, divide up-Rob and Annie moving to the other
side of the net, Alvy and Janet standing where they are. They start to play
mixed doubles, each taking turns and playing well. At one point in the game,
Annie starts to talk to Rob, then turns and sees a ball heading toward her.
(Hitting the halt back)
Alvy, dressed, puts things into a gym bag. One knee is on the bench and his
back is turned from the entrance. Annie walks toward the entrance door dressed
in street clothes and carrying her tennis bag over her shoulder. Seeing Alvy,
she stops and turns.
Hi. Hi, hi.
(Looking over his shoulder)
Hi. Oh, hi. Hi.
(Hands clasped in front of her,
Well, bye. She laughs and backs up slowly
toward the door.
(Clearing his throat)
You-you play ... very well.
Oh, yeah? So do you. Oh, God, whatta-
(Making sounds and laughing)
whatta dumb thing to say, right? I mean,
you say it, "You play well," and right
away ... I have to say well. Oh, oh ...
(She gestures with her hand)
Well ... oh, well ... la-de-da, la-de-da,
She turns around and moves toward the door.
(Still looking over his shoulder)
Uh ... you-you wanna lift?
(Turning and aiming her thumb over
Oh, why-uh ... y-y-you gotta car?
No, um ... I was gonna take a cab.
Oh, no, I have a car.
You have a car?
(Annie smiles, hands folded in
front of her)
(Clears his throat)
I don't understand why ... if you have a
car, so then-then wh-why did you say "Do
you have a car?"... like you wanted a lift?
I don't ...
I don't ... Geez, I don't know, I've ...
I wa- This ... yeah, I got this VW out
(Laughing and gesturing toward
What a jerk, yeah. Would you like a lift?
(Zipping up his bag)
Sure. W-w-w-which way yuh goin'?
Me? Oh, downtown!
Down- I'm-I'm goin' uptown.
Oh, well, I'm goin' uptown, too.
Uh, well, you just said you were going
Yeah, well, I'm, but I ...
Alvy picks up his bag and moves toward the door. As he turns his bag around,
the handle of the tennis racket bits Annie between the legs.
I mean, I can go uptown, too. I live
uptown, but ... uh, what the hell, I mean,
it'd be nice having company, you know
I mean, I hate driving alone.
They walk out the door.
EXT. NEW YORK STREET- DAY
Alvy and Annie in the VW as Annie speeds down a city street near the East River.
So, how long do you know Janet? Where
do you know her from?
Oh, I'm in her acting class.
Oh - you're an actress.
Well, I do commercials, sort of ...
She zooms down the wrong lane, cars swerving out of her way. A horn blows.
I, uh ... well, you're not from New
No, Chippewa Falls.
Uh, you're driving a-
Uh, don't worry, I'm a very-
(A car moves closer to the VW,
almost on top of it in the wrong
direction. Annie swerves away at
the very last minute)
-a very good driver.
(Alvy rubs his head nervously,
staring out the window as Annie
So, listen-hey, you want some gum, anyway?
Annie looks down beside her, searching for the gum.
No, no thanks. Hey, don't-
Well, where is it? I-
No, no, no, no, you just ... just watch
the road. I'll get it-
They both fumble around in her pocketbook. Alvy looks up to see the entire
front of a truck in Annie's windshield. She swerves just in time.
Okay, that's good.
Alvy continues to look for the gum while Annie zooms down the city streets.
I'll getcha a piece.
Yeah ... so, listen-you drive?
Do I drive? Uh, no, I gotta-I gotta
problem with driving.
Oh, you do?
Yeah. I got, uh, I got a license but I
have too much hostility.
(A bit rapidly)
You keep it nice.
(He pulls a half-eaten sandwich
out of her bag)
Can I ask you, is this-is this a sandwich?
Huh? Oh, yeah.
Cars are parked on both sides of the street as the VW rounds the corner.
I live over here. Oh, my God! Look!
There's a parking space!
With brakes squealing, Annie turns the VW sharply into the parking spot.
Annie and Alvy get out, Alvy looking over his shoulder as he leaves the car.
That's okay, you ... we-we can walk to
the curb from here.
Don't be funny.
You want your tennis stuff?
Huh? Oh ... yeah.
You want your gear? Here you go.
Alvy reaches into the back of the car and takes out tennis equipment. He
hands her her things. People pass by on the street.
Yeah, thanks. Thanks a lot. Well...
Well, thanks, thank you. You-you're
a wonderful tennis player.
Alvy shakes hands with Annie.
You're the worst driver I've ever seen
in my life . . . that's including any place
... the worst ... Europe, United ... any
place ... Asia.
And I love what you're wearin'.
Alvy touches the tie Annie is wearing around her neck.
Oh, you do? Yeah? Oh, well, it's uh
... this is, uh ... this tie is a present,
from Grammy Hall.
Annie flips the bottom of the tie.
Who? Grammy? Grammy Hall?
(Laughing and nodding her head)
Yeah, my grammy.
You're jo- Whatta yuh kid- What did you
do, grow up in a Norman Rockwell painting?
Yeah, I know.
I know, it's pretty silly, isn't it?
Jesus, my-my grammy ... n-never gave
gifts, you know. She-she was too busy
getting raped by Cossacks.
Well ... thank you again.
Oh, yeah, yeah.
I'll see yuh.
Hey, well, listen ... hey, you wanna
come upstairs and, uh ... and have a
glass of wine and something? Aw, no,
I mean ... I mean, you don't have to,
you're probably late and everything else ...
No, no, that'll be fine. I don't mind. Sure.
No, I got time.
Sure, I got ... I got nothing, uh,
nothing till my analyst's appointment.
They move toward Annie's apartment building.
Oh, you see an analyst?
Y-y-yeah, just for fifteen years.
Yeah, uh, I'm gonna give him one more
year and then I'm goin' to Lourdes.
Fifteen-aw, come on, you're . . . yeah,
INT. ANNIE'S APARTMENT
Alvy, standing, looks around the apartment. There are lots of books, framed
photographs on the white wall. A terrace can be seen from the window. He
picks up a copy of Ariet, by Sylvia Platb, as Annie comes out of the kitchen
carrying two glasses. She hands them to Alvy.
Interesting poetess whose tragic suicide
was misinterpreted as romantic, by the
Right. Well, I don't know, I mean, uh,
some of her poems seem - neat, you know.
Uh, I hate to tell yuh, this is nineteen
seventy-five, you know that "neat" went
out, I would say, at the turn of the
Who-who are-who are those photos on
(Moving over to the photographs)
Oh ... oh, well, you see now now, uh,
that's my dad, that's Father-and that's
my ... brother, Duane.
Yeah, right, Duane-and over there is
Grammy Hall, and that's Sadie.
Well, who's Sadie?
Sadie? Oh, well, Sadie...
Sadie met Grammy through, uh, through
Grammy's brother George. Uh, George was
real sweet, you know, he had that thing.
What is that thing where you, uh, where
you, uh, fall asleep in the middle of a
sentence, you know-what is it? Uh ...
Narcolepsy, right, right. Right. So,
anyway, so ...
George, uh, went to the union, see, to
get his free turkey, be-because, uh, the
union always gave George this big turkey
at Christmas time because he was ...
(Annie points her fingers to each
side of her head, indicating George
was a little crazy)
shell-shocked, you know what I mean, in the
First World War.
(Laughing hysterically, she opens
a cabinet door and takes out a
bottle of wine)
Anyway, so, so ...
(Laughing through the speech)
George is standing in line, oh, just a sec
...uh, getting his free turkey, but the
thing is, he falls asleep and he never
wakes up. So, so...
so, he's dead ...
he's dead. Yeah. Oh, dear. Well,
terrible, huh, wouldn't you say? I
mean, that's pretty unfortunate.
Annie unscrews the bottle of wine, silent now after her speech.
Yeah, it's a great story, though, I
mean, I... I ... it really made my day.
Hey, I think I should get outta here,
you know, 'cause I think I'm imposing,
you know ...
Oh, really? Oh, well ... uh, uh, maybe,
uh, maybe, we, uh ...
... and ... uh, yeah, uh ... uh, you
They move outside to the terrace, Alvy still holding the glasses, Annie the
wine. They stand in front of the railing, Annie pouring the wine into the
Well, I mean, you don't have to, you know.
No, I know, but ... but, you know, I'm
all perspired and everything.
Well, didn't you take, uh ... uh, a
shower at the club?
Me? No, no, no, 'cause I never shower
in a public place.
'Cause I don't like to get naked in front
of another man, you know-it's, uh ...
Oh, I see, I see.
You know, I don't like to show my body
to a man of my gender-
Yeah. Oh, yeah. Yeah, I see. I guess-
-'cause, uh, you never know what's
(Sipping her wine and laughing)
Fifteen years, huh?
Fifteen years, yeah.
Yeah. Oh, God bless!
They put their glasses together in a toast.
Well, uh ...
You're what Grammy Hall would call a
(Clearing his throat)
Oh, thank you.
Yeah, well ... you-She hates Jews. She
thinks that they just make money, but let
me tell yuh, I mean, she's the one yeah,
is she ever. I'm tellin' yuh.
(pointing toward the apartment
after a short pause)
So, did you do shoot the photographs
in there or what?
(Nodding, her hand on her hip)
Yeah, yeah, I sorta dabble around, you know.
Annie's thoughts pop on the screen as she talks: I dabble? Listen to me-what
They're ... they're... they're wonderful,
you know. They have ... they have, uh
... a ... a quality.
As do Alvy's: You are a great-looking girl
Well, I-I-I would-I would like to take
a serious photography course soon.
Again, Annie's thoughts pop on: He probably thinks I'm a yo-yo
Photography's interesting, 'cause, you
know, it's-it's a new art form, and a,
uh, a set of aesthetic criteria have
not emerged yet.
And Alvy's: I wonder what she looks like naked?
Aesthetic criteria? You mean, whether
it's, uh, good photo or not?
I'm not smart enough for him. Hang in there
The-the medium enters in as a condition
of the art form itself. That's-
I don't know what I'm saying-she senses I'm shallow
Well, well, I ... to me-I ... I mean,
it's-it's-it's all instinctive, you
know. I mean, I just try to uh, feel
it, you know? I try to get a sense of
it and not think about it so much.
God, I hope he doesn't turn out to be a shmuck like the others
Still, still we- You need a set of
aesthetic guide lines to put it in
social perspective, I think.
Christ, I sound like FM radio. Relax
They're quiet for a moment, holding wine glasses and sipping. The sounds of
distant traffic from the street can be heard on the terrace. Annie, laughing,
Well, I don't know. I mean, I guess-I
guess you must be sorta late, huh?
You know, I gotta get there and begin
whining soon ... otherwise I- Hey ...
well, are you busy Friday night?
Me? Oh, uh.
(Putting his band on his forehead)
Oh, I'm sorry, wait a minute, I have
something. Well, what about Saturday
Oh ... nothing. Not-no, no!
Oh, you ... you're very popular, I can see.
Gee, boy, what do you have? You have
Well, I mean, I meet a lot of ... jerks,
Yeah, I meet a lotta jerks, too.
-what I mean?
I think that's, uh-
But I'm thinking about getting some
cats, you know, and then they ... Oh,
wait a second-oh, no, no, I mean
oh, shoot! No, Saturday night I'm
gonna sing. Yeah.
You're gonna sing? Do you sing? Well,
no, it isn't
-this is my first time. Oh, really? Where?
I'd like to come.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no! No, I'm interested!
Oh, no-I mean, I'm just a-auditioning
sort of at club. I don't-
No, so help me.
-it's my first time.
That's okay, 'cause I know exactly what
that's like. Listen-
-you're gonna like night clubs, they're
really a lotta fun.
INT. NIGHT CLUB-NIGHT
Annie stands on center stage with a microphone, a pianist behind her. A
Bright light is focused on her; the rest of the club is in darkness. There
are the typical sounds and movements of a nightclub audience: low conversation,
curling smoke, breaking glass, microphone bum, moving chairs, waiters
clattering trays, a ringing phone as Annie sings "It Had to Be You.
EXT. CITY STREET-NIGHT.
Alvy and Annie walk quickly down the sidewalk.
I was awful. I'm so ashamed! I can't
Oh, listen, so the audience was a tad
Whatta you mean, a tad restless? Oh,
my God, I mean, they hated me.
No, they didn't. You have a wonderful
No, I'm gonna quit!
No, I'm not gonna letcha. You have a
Really, do you think so, really?
Yeah, you know something? I never even
took a lesson, either.
They stop in the middle of the sidewalk. Alvy turns Annie around to face him.
Hey, listen, listen.
Gimme a kiss.
Yeah, why not, because we're just gonna
go home later, right?
And-and uh, there's gonna be all that
tension. You know, we never kissed before
and I'll never know when to make the right
move or anything. So we'll kiss now we'll
get it over with and then we'll go eat. Okay?
Oh, all right.
And we'll digest our food better.
So now we can digest our food.
They turn and start walking again.
We can digest our-
Annie and Alvy sit down in a booth. The deli is fairly well lit and crowded.
Conversation, plates clattering, can be heard over the dialogue. The waiter
comes over to them to take their order.
(To the waiter)
I'm gonna have a corned beef.
(To the waiter)
Yeah ... oh, uh, and I'm gonna have a
pastrami on white bread with, uh,
mayonnaise and tomatoes and lettuce.
(Alvy involuntarily makes a face
as the waiter leaves)
Tsch, so, uh, your second wife left you
and, uh, were you depressed about that?
Nothing that a few mega-vitamins couldn't
Oh. And your first wife was Allison?
My first... Yes, she was nice, but you
know, uh, it was my fault. I was just...
I was too crazy.
INT. DARKENED BEDROOM-NIGHT
Alvy and Annie in bed together.
M'm, that was so nice. That was nice.
As Balzac said ...
"There goes another novel."
Jesus, you were great.
Yeah, I'm-I'm-I'm a wreck.
(She turns and looks at Alvy,
You're a wreck.
Really. I mean it. I-I'll never play
the piano again.
(Lighting a joint and laughing)
You're really nuts. I don't know, you
really thought it was good? Tell me.
Good? I was-
No, that was the most fun I've ever
had without laughing.
Here, you want some?
No, no, I-I-i, uh, I don't use any
major hallucinogenics because I took
a puff like five years ago at a party and
-tried to take my pants off over my
... my ear.
Oh, I don't know, I don't really. I
don't do it very often, you know, just
sort of, er ... relaxes me at first.
(He pushes himself up from the
bed and looks down at Annie)
You're not gonna believe this, but-
Annie and Alvy browsing in crowded bookstore. Alvy, carrying two books,
"Death and Western Thought" and "The Denial of Death", moves over to where
Annie is looking.
I-I-I'm gonna buy you these books, I
think, because I-I think you should
read them. You know, instead of that
(Looking at the books Alvy
That's, uh ...
that's pretty serious stuff there.
Yeah, 'cause I-I'm, you know, I'm,
I'm obsessed with-with, uh, with death,
I think. Big-
-big subject with me, yeah.
They move over to the cashier line.
I've a very pessimistic view of life.
You should know this about me if we're
gonna go out, you know. I-I-I feel that
life is-is divided up into the horrible
and the miserable.
Those are the two categories ...
... you know, they're- The-the horrible
would be like, uh, I don't know, terminal
cases, you know?
And blind people, crippled ...
I don't-don't know how they get through
life. It's amazing to me.
You know, and the miserable is everyone
else. That's-that's all. So-so when
you go through life you should be thankful
that you're miserable, because that's-
You're very lucky ... to be ...
(Overlapping Annie's laughter)
... to be miserable.
It's a beautiful sunny day in Central Park. People are sitting on benches,
others strolling, some walking dogs. One woman stands feeding cooing pigeons.
Alvy's and Annie's voices are heard off screen as they observe the scene before
them. An older man and woman walk into view.
Look, look at that guy.
When-in-the-Pink, Mr. Miami Beach, there,
(Over Annie's laughter)
He's the latest! just came back from
the gin-rummy farm last night. He
M'hm. Yeah. Yeah.
The camera shows them sitting side by side relaxed on a bench.
(Watching two men approach, one
lighting a cigar)
Look at these guys.
Oh, that's hilarious. They're back
from Fire Island. They're ... they're
sort of giving it a chance-you know what
Oh! Italian, right?
Yeah, he's the Mafia. Linen Supply Business
or Cement and Contract, you know what I mean?
No, I'm serious.
(Over Annie's laughter)
I just got my mustache wet.
(As another man walks by)
And there's the winner of the Truman
Capote look-alike contest.
Alvy and Annie walk almost in silhouette along the dock, the New York City
skyline in the background. Alvy has his arm around Annie and they walk slowly.
No one else is around.
You see, like you and I ...
You are extremely sexy.
No, I'm not.
Unbelievably sexy. Yes, you are.
Because ... you know what you are?
You're-you're polymorphously perverse.
Well, what does-what does that mean?
I don't know what that is.
Uh ... uh, you're-you're exceptional
in bed because you got -you get pleasure
in every part of your body when I touch you.
They stop walking. Holding Annie's arms, Alvy turns her to face him. The
South Street Bridge, lit up for the night, is in the background.
You know what I mean? Like the tip
o'your nose, and if I stroke your teeth
or your kneecaps ... you get excited.
Yeah. You know what? You know, I
like you, I really mean it. I really do
You- Do you love me?
Do I love you?
That's the key question.
I know you've only known me a short
Well, I certainly ... I think that's
very- Yeah, yeah ...
yeah. Do you love me?
I-uh, love is, uh, is too weak a word
- I ... I love you.
(Over Annie's laughter)
You know I lo-ove you, I-I love you.
(Over Annie's laughter)
I-I have to invent- Of course I love you.
(Putting his arms around her neck)
Don't you think I do?
They kiss as a foghorn sounds in the distance.
INT. ALVY'S APARTMENT
Alvy, somewhat distraught, is following Annie around his apartment, which is
filled with boxes and suitcases, clothes and framed pictures. They both carry
Whatta you mean? You're not gonna give
up your own apartment, are you?
(Putting down the carton)
Yeah, bu-bu-but why?
Well, I mean, I'm moving in with you,
Yeah, but you-you got a nice apartment.
I have a tiny apartment.
Yeah, I know it's small.
(Picking up the suitcases and
walking into the bedroom)
That's right, and it's got bad plumbing
(Picking up some pictures and
following Annie into the bedroom)
All right, granted, it has bad plumbing
and bugs, but you-you say that like it's a
negative thing. You know, bugs are-are-uh,
entomology is a ...
(Annie, reacting, tosses the
suitcases and some loose clothing
onto the bed. She sits down on the
edge, looking away. Alvy walks in,
pictures and carton in band, still
... rapidly growing field.
You don't want me to live with you?
How- I don't want you to live with me?
How- Whose idea was it?
Ye-ah. Was it ... It was yours actually,
but, uh, I approved it immediately.
I guess you think that I talked you into
(putting pictures on the mantel)
No-what, what ...? I ... we live together,
we sleep together, we eat together. Jesus,
you don't want it to be like we're married,
He moves over to the carton of books on the window seat and reaches in. He
starts tossing books off screen.
(Looking up at Alvy)
How is it any different?
It's different 'cause you keep your own
(Holding a book, he starts walking
around the room)
Because you know it's there, we don't
have to go to it, we don't have to deal
with it, but it's like a-a-a free-floating
life raft ... that we know that we're not
He tosses the book on the bed and walks back to the window seat.
(Still sitting on the bed)
That little apartment is four hundred
dollars a month, Alvy.
(Looking at Annie)
That place is four hundred dollars a month?
Yes, it is.
It's-it's got bad plumbing and bugs. Jesus,
I'll-My accountant will write it off as a
tax deduction, I'll pay for it.
(Shaking her head)
You don't think I'm smart enough to be
Hey, don't be ridiculous.
Alvy moves over to the bed and sits down next to Annie.
Then why are you always pushing me to take
those college courses like I was dumb or
(Putting his hand to his forehead)
'Cause adult education's a wonderful thing.
You meet a lotta interesting professors.
You know, it's stimulating.
EXT. COUNTRY HIGHWAY - DAY
Annie and Alvy, in Annie's VW, driving to their summerhouse. The camera moves
with them as they pass a house with a lighted window, blooming foliage. There
is no dialogue, but it is a comfortable quiet. Classical music plays in the
INT. COUNTRY HOUSE - NIGHT
Annie, sitting cross-legged on a wooden chest in the bedroom, is browsing
through a school catalogue. Alvy lies in bed reading.
Does this sound like a good course?
Uh, "Modern American Poetry"? Uh, or,
uh-let's see now ... maybe I should, uh,
take "Introduction to the Novel."
Just don't take any course where they
make you read Beowulf.
Hey, listen, what-what do you think? Do
you think we should, uh, go to that-that
party in Southampton tonight?
Alvy leans over and kisses her shoulder.
No, don't be silly. What-what do we need
other people for?
(He puts his arms around her neck,
kissing her, Annie making muffled
You know, we should-we should just turn
out the lights, you know, and play hide
and seek or something.
Well, okay. Well, listen, I'm gonna get
a cigarette, okay?
(Yelling out to her as she leaves
Yeah, grass, right? The illusion that
it will make a white woman more like
Well, have you ever made love high?
Me, no. You ... I-I-you know, if I
have grass or alcohol or anything I
get unbearably wonderful. I get too,
too wonderful for words. You know,
I don't-I don't know why you have to,
uh, get high every time we make love.
(Moving back into the room and
lighting a joint)
It relaxes me.
Oh, you-you have to be artificially
relaxed before we can go to bed?
(Closing the door)
Well, what's the difference, anyway?
Well, I'll give you a shot of sodium
pentothal. You can sleep through it.
Oh, come on, look who's talking. You've
been seeing a psychiatrist for fifteen years.
(She gets into bed and takes a
puff of marijuana)
You should smoke some o' this. You'd be
off the couch in no time.
Oh, come, you don't need that.
Alvy, sitting down on the bed, moves over to Annie and takes the weed from her.
What are you doing?
No, no, no, what ... You can once, you
can live without it once. Come on.
Oh, no, Alvy, please. Alvy, please.
(Laughing and making sounds)
M'm, wait, I got a great idea.
(He gets up and goes over to the
closet, taking out a light bulb.
He goes back to the bed and turns
out the lamp on the night table)
Hang in there for a second. I got a
little-little artifact. A little erotic
artifact, that-that I brought up from the
city, which I think, uh, is gonna be perfect.
(He turns the lamp back on, having
replaced the bulb with the red one
from the closet)
I just ... there ... There's a little Old
New Orleans ... essence. Now-now we can go
about our business here and we can even
develop photographs if we want to. There,
(He undresses and crawls into bed,
taking Annie in his arms)
M'mmm. M'mmm. Hey, is something wrong?
I don't know. You- It's like you're-
No, I'm fine.
As Annie speaks, her inner self (ghostlike, moves up from the bed and) sits
down on a chair, watching.
I don't know, but you seem sort of distant.
Let's just do it, all right?
(Kissing and caressing Annie)
Is it my imagination or are you just
going through the motions?
Alvy, do you remember where I put my
drawing pad? Because while you two are
doing that, I think I'm gonna do some
You see, that's what I call removed.
Oh, you have my body.
Yeah, but that's not-that's no good.
I want the whole thing.
Well, I need grass and so do you.
Well, it ruins it for me if you have grass
(Clearing his throat)
because, you know, I'm, like, a comedian-
-so if I get a laugh from a person who's
high, it doesn't count. You know-'cause
they're always laughin'.
Were you always funny?
Hey, what is this-an interview? We're
supposed to be making love.
A typical old-fashioned theatrical agency in a Broadway office building.
Autographed 8 X 12 is plastered in the sloppy room. The agent, chewing a
cigar, sits behind his desk talking to one of his clients, a comedian, who
stands with his hands in his pockets. A young Alvy sits stiffly in a chair
This guy is naturally funny. I think
he can write for you.
(Buttoning his jacket)
Yeah, yeah. Hey, kid, he tells me you're
really good. Well, lemme explain a little
bit o' how I work. You know, you can tell
right off the bat that I don't look like
a funny guy when I come-you know, like some
o' the guys that come out. You know, right
they're gonna tell yuh their stories, you're
gonna fall down, but I gotta be really
talented. Material's gotta be sensational
for me 'cause I work, you know, with very,
very ... Come on, I'm kinda classy, you
know what I mean? Uh ... uh ... lemme
explain. For instance, I open with an
opening song. A musical start like
and I walk out
"Place looks wonderful from here and
you folks look wonderful from here!
"And seein' you there
With a smile on your face
Makes me shout
This must be the place."
Then I stop right in the middle and then
I open with some jokes. Now, that's where
I need you, right there. For instance, like
I say, "Hey, I just got back from Canada,
you know, they speak a lotta French up
there. The only way to remember Jeanne
d'Arc means the light's out in the bathroom!"
(He laughs. Seated Alvy looks
"Oh, I met a big lumberjack ..."
Jesus, this guy's pathetic.
(Overlapping above speech)
... big lumberjack ...
(To himself while the comic
continues his routine)
Look at him mincing around, like he
thinks he's real cute. You wanna throw
up. If only I had the nerve to do my
own jokes. I don't know how much longer
I can keep this smile frozen on my face.
I'm in the wrong business, I know it.
(Overlapping above speech)
"'Cherie, come back. I love you.
(Shaking his lips and mimicking)
But, uh, Cheri, what will I do with this,
uh?' He says, 'Aw, Marie, sometime you
make me so mad."'
Oh, they scream at that. Now, write me
somethin' like that, will yuh? Kinda
French number, can yuh do it? Huh, kid?
INT. THEATER - NIGHT
The darkened auditorium is filled with college students applauding and cheering,
excited, as Alvy stands on spotlighted stage holding the microphone.
W-where am I? I-I keep ... I have to
reorient myself. This is the University
of Wisconsin, right? So I'm always ...
I'm tense and ... uh, when I'm playin' a
col- I've a very bad history with colleges.
You know, I went to New York University and,
uh, tsch, I was thrown out of NYU my freshman
year ... for cheating on my metaphysics final.
You know, I looked within the soul of the
boy sitting next to me-
(The audience laughs; they're with him)
-and when I was thrown out, my mother,
who's an emotionally high-strung woman,
locked herself in the bathroom and took an
overdose of mah-jongg tiles.
(More applause and laughter)
And, uh, tsch, I was depressed. I was ...
in analysis, I-I, uh, was suicidal; as a
matter of fact, uh, I would have killed
myself but I was in analysis with a strict
Freudian and if you kill yourself ... they
make you pay for the sessions you miss.
INT. BACKSTAGE OF THEATER.
Students mill around Alvy banding him pens and paper for autographs.
Annie is next to him, talking over the chattering fans.
Alvy, you were ... Alvy, you were just
great, I'm not kidding. It was- You
were so neat.
C-c-coll- College audiences are so wonderful.
Yeah. Yeah. And you know something?
I think that I'm starting to get more
of your references, too.
Well, the twelve o'clock show is
completely different than the nine.
May I have your autograph?
(Over lapping above speech)
(To Annie, while autographing)
You're so sure about it.
Oh, I'm really, uh, looking forward to
tomorrow. I mean, you know, I think that
it'll be really nice to meet Mother and
They start moving toward the exit, a girl snapping a picture of Alvy with a
flash camera as they walk through the crowd.
Yeah, I know, they'll hate me immediately.
(To one of his fans)
No, I don't think so. No, I don't think
they're gonna hate you at all. On the
contrary, I think-
It's Easter. You know, we'll have a nice
dinner, we'll sit down and eat. I think
they're gonna really like you.
EXT. ANNIE'S PARENTS' HOME-DAY
The camera shows a neat two-story house surrounded by a well-manicured green
lawn, then cuts to:
INT. DINING ROOM.
Alvy and the Halls are eating Easter dinner. The sun is pouring through a big
picture window, shining on a large, elegantly laid out table. Alvy sits, at one
end,- rubbing his nose and chewing, the Halls flanking him on either side: Mr.
and Mrs. Hall, Grammy, and Annie's brother, Duane.
(Holding her wine glass)
It's a nice ham this year, Mom.
Grammy Hall takes a sip of her wine and nods.
(Smiling at Duane)
Oh, yeah. Grammy always does such
a good job.
A great sauce.
(Smacking his lips)
It's dynamite ham.
Grammy Hall stares down the table at Alvy; a look of utter dislike. Alvy tries
not to notice.
(To Dad Hall, smoothing her hair)
We went over to the swap meet. Annie,
Gram and I. Got some nice picture frames.
We really had a good time.
Grammy continues to stare at Alvy; he is now dressed in the long black coat and
hat of the Orthodox Jew, complete with mustache and heard.
(Lighting a cigarette and turning
Ann tells us that you've been seeing a
psychiatrist for fifteen years.
(Setting down his glass and coughing)
Yes. I'm making excellent progress.
Pretty soon when I lie down on his couch,
I won't have to wear the lobster bib.
Mom Hall reacts by sipping from her glass and frowning. Grammy continues to
Duane and I went out to the boat basin.
We were caulkin' holes all day.
Randolph Hunt was drunk, as usual.
Oh, that Randolph Hunt. You remember
Randy Hunt, Annie. He was in the choir
Oh, yes, yes.
Alvy, leaning his elbow on the table, looks out toward the camera.
(To the audience)
I can't believe this family.
(Making chewing sounds)
Annie's mother. She really's beautiful.
And they're talkin' swap meets and boat
basins, and the old lady at the end of
(Pointing to Grammy)
is a classic Jew hater. And, uh, they,
they realty look American, you know,
very healthy and ... like they never
get sick or anything. Nothing like my
family. You know, the two are like oil
The screen splits in half - on the right is Alvy's family - his mother, father,
aunt and uncle-busily eating at the crowded kitchen table. They eat quickly
and interrupt one another loudly. On the left the Halls in their dining room.
Both dialogues overlap, juxtaposed.
Let 'im drop dead! Who needs his
His wife has diabetes!
Di-diabetes? Is that any excuse?
The man is fifty years old and doesn't
have a substantial job.
(Putting more meat on her
Is that a reason to steal from his father?
Whatta you talkin' about? You don't
know what you're talking about.
Yes, I know what I'm talking about.
George, defend him!
(Over Alvy's father's muttering)
No Moskowitz he had a coronary.
You don't say.
Stupid Thelma Poindexter ... to the
My God, he's the new president of the
El Regis. Let me tell you, the man is
That's Jack's wife. We used to make
that outta raisins.
Oh, yes, that's right. Did you see
the new play?
Oh, you remember her, Annie.
Yes, I do.
The two families start talking back and forth to one another. The screen is
How do you plan to spend the holidays,
Yeah, no food. You know, we have to
atone for our sins.
What sins? I don't understand.
Tell you the truth, neither do we.
INT. DUANE'S BEDROOM-NIGHT
Duane, sitting on his bed, sees Alvy walking past the open door.
Oh, hi, Duane, how's it goin'?
This is my room.
(He clears his throat)
Can I confess something?
Alvy sighs and sits down, leaning his arm on Duane's dresser. Duane's face is
big lighted by a single lamp.
I tell you this because, as an artist,
I think you'll understand. Sometimes
when I'm driving ... on the road at night
... I see two headlights coming toward me.
Fast. I have this sudden impulse to turn
the wheel quickly, head-on into the
oncoming car. I can anticipate the
explosion. The sound of shattering glass.
The ... flames rising out of the flowing
(Reacting and clearing his throat)
Right. Tsch, well, I have to-I have
t-o go now, Duane, because I-I'm due
back on the planet earth.
He slowly gets up and moves toward the door.
INT. THE HALLS' LIVING ROOM.
Mom and Dad Hall walk into the living room; Annie is with them.
Now, don't let it be so long, now.
And look up Uncle Bill, you promise.
Oh, he's adorable, Annie.
You think so? Do you really?
We're going to take them to the airport.
Oh, no-Duane can. I haven't finished
Yes, Duane is. I'll be right-
I just have time to get the, uh-
She walks out of the room as Mom and Dad Hall kiss.
EXT. ROAD - NIGHT
Duane, behind the wheel, stares straight ahead. It is raining very hard, the
windshield wipers are moving quickly. The headlights of another car brightens
the interior of Duane's car as the camera shows first Duane, then Annie, then
Alvy tensely staring straight ahead.
EXT. STREET- DAY
The camera bolds on a quiet New York City street; the buildings, brownstones.
It's a warm day-people sit on front stoops, window boxes are planted. Annie
walks into the frame first, then Alvy, who is walking to her right. They walk
quickly, side by side, their voices heard before they move into the frame.
You followed me. I can't believe it!
I didn't follow you!
You followed me!
Why? 'Cause I ... was walkin' along
a block behind you staring at you?
That's not following!
Well, what is your definition of
Following is different. I was spying.
Do you realize how paranoid you are?
Paranoid? I'm looking at you. You
got your arms around another guy.
That is the worst kind of paranoia.
Yeah-well, I didn't start out spying.
I-I thought I'd surprise yuh. Pick you
up after school.
Yeah-well, you wanted to keep the
relationship flexible, remember?
It's your phrase.
Oh, stop it. But you were having an
affair with your college professor.
That jerk that teaches that incredible
crap course "Contemporary Crisis in
"Existential Motifs in Russian Literature"!
You're really close.
What's the difference? It's all mental
(Stopping for a moment)
Oh, well, now we're finally getting to
a subject you know something about!
She walks away.
(Catching up to her)
Hey, don't knock masturbation! It's
sex with someone I love.
(Continuing to walk quickly)
We're not having an affair. He's married.
He just happens to think I'm neat.
(Still walking next to her)
"Neat"! There's that- What are you-twelve
years old? That's one o' your Chippewa
Falls expressions! "He thinks I'm neat."
Who cares? Who cares?
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!
They both stop in the middle of the street.
You've always had hostility toward
David ever since I mentioned him!
David? You call your teacher David?
It's his name.
Well, listen, that's, a nice bi-it's
a biblical name. Right? W-What does
he call you? Bathsheba?
He walks away.
(Calling after him)
Alvy! Alvy! You're the one who never
wanted to make a real commitment. You
don't think I'm smart enough! We had
that argument just last month, or don't
ou remember that day?
Alvy is at the sink washing dishes as the screen cuts to the scene of last
month's argument. Annie's voice is heard.
Oh, yeah? How'd it go?
(Comes into the kitchen and puts
down a bag of groceries on the
Oh, it was ...
really weird. But she's a very nice woman.
And I didn't have to lie down on the couch,
Alvy, she had me sitting up. So I told her
about-about the-the family and about my
feelings toward men and about my
relationship with my brother.
And then she mentioned penis envy ...
Did you know about that?
Me? I'm-I'm one of the few males who
suffers from that, so, so ... you know.
G-go on, I'm interested.
Well, she said that I was very guilty
about my impulses toward marriage,
And then I remembered when I was a kid
how I accidentally saw my parents making
Tsch. Rea- All this happened in the
That's amazing. I-I-I ... I've been
goin' for fifteen years, I-you know,
I don't got ... nothing like that in-
Oh, I told her my dream and then I cried.
You cried? I've never once cried.
(Taking groceries from the bag)
I whine. I-I-I sit and I whine.
In-in ... Alvy, in my dream Frank
Sinatra is holding his pillow across
my face and I can't breathe.
Yeah, and he's strangling me ...
... and I keep, you know, it's-
(Taking a bottle of juice and
some celery from the bag)
Well, well, sure ... because he's a
singer and you're a singer, you know,
so it's perfect. So you're trying to
suffocate yourself. It-it makes perfect
sense. Uh, uh, that's a perfect analytic
... kind of insight.
(Pointing her finger at Alvy)
She said, your name was Alvy Singer.
(Turning to Annie)
Whatta you mean? Me?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you. Because in the
dream ... I break Sinatra's glasses.
(Putting his band to his mouth)
Sinatra had gl- You never said Sinatra
had glasses. So whatta you saying that
I-I'm suffocating you?
(Turning, ajar in her hand)
Oh, and God, Alvy, I did ... this really
terrible thing to him. Because then when
he sang it was in this real high-pitched
Tsch, what'd the doctor say?
(Putting away some groceries)
Well, she said that I should probably
come five times a week. And you know
something? I don't think I mind analysis
at all. The only question is, Will it
change my wife?
Will it change your wife?
Will it change my life?
Yeah, but you said, "Will it change
No, I didn't.
I said, "Will it change my life," Alvy.
You said, "Will it change. . ." Wife.
Will it change ...
(Yelling out, angry)
Life. I said, "life."
Alvy turns toward the camera.
(To the audience)
She said, "Will it change my wife." You
heard that because you were there so I'm
And, Alvy ... and then I told her about
how I didn't think you'd ever really take
me seriously, because you don't think that
I'm smart enough.
She walks out of the room.
(To Annie's back, gesturing)
Why do you always bring that up? Because
I encourage you to take adult-education
courses? I think it's a wonderful thing.
You meet wonderful, interesting professors'.
Annie stands at the open door of a cab, Alvy next to her gesturing as people
and cars move by.
Adult education is such junk! The
professors are so phony. How can you
A bit rapidly. I don't care what you
say about David, he's a perfectly fine
David! David! I can't believe this!
And what are you doing following me
around for, anyway?
I'm following you and David, if you-
I just think we oughta call this
Annie gets into the cab; Alvy leans over and closes the door.
That's fine. That's fine. That's great!
(He turns toward the camera as the
cab drives away)
Well, I don't know what I did wrong.
I mean, I can't believe this. Somewhere
she cooled off to me!
(He walks up to an older woman
walking down the street carrying
Is it-is it something that I did?
WOMAN ON THE STREET
Never something you do. That's how
people are. Love fades.
She moves on down the street.
(Scratching his head)
Love fades. God, that's a depressing
thought. Have to ask you a question.
(He stops another passer-by,a man)
Don't go any further. Now, with your
wife in bed, d-d-does she need some kind
o' artificial stimulation like-like marijuana?
MAN ON THE STREET
We use a large vibrating egg.
He walks on.
(Continuing to walk)
Large vibrating egg. Well, I ask a
psychopath, I get that kind of an answer.
Jesus, I-I, uh, here ...
(He moves up the sidewalk to
a young trendy-looking couple,
arms wrapped around each other)
You-you look like a really happy couple.
Uh, uh ... are you?
Yeah! So ... so h-h-how do you account
Uh, I'm very shallow and empty and I
have no ideas and nothing interesting
And I'm exactly the same way.
I see. Well, that's very interesting.
So you've managed to work out something, huh?
Oh, well, thanks very much for talking
He continues to walk past some other passersby and moves into the street. A
mounted policeman comes by and stops near him. Alvy looks at the horse, as if
You know, even as a kid I always went
for the wrong women. I think that's my
problem. When my mother took me to see
Snow White, everyone fell in love with
Snow White. I immediately fell for the
The scene dissolves into a sequence from the animated Snow White and the Seven
Dwarfs. The Wicked Queen, resembling Annie, sits in the palace before her
mirror. Alvy, as a cartoon figure, sits beside her, arms crossed in front of
We never have any fun anymore.
CARTOON FIGURE ALVY
How can you say that?
Why not? You're always leaning on me
to improve myself.
CARTOON FIGURE ALVY
You're just upset. You must be getting
I don't get a period! I'm a cartoon
character. Can't I be upset once in
Rob, as a cartoon figure, enters and sits down on the other side of the Wicked
CARTOON FIGURE ROB
Max, will you forget about Annie? I
know lots of women you can date.
CARTOON FIGURE ALVY
I don't wanna go out with any other women.
CARTOON FIGURE ROB
Max, have I got a girl for you. You are
going to love her. She's a reporter-
The cartoon figures of Alvy and Rob walk past the Wicked Queen; the screen
dissolves into the interior of a concert ball. Rob's voice carries over from
the cartoon scene as the screen shows Alvy with the female reporter. It's very
crowded, noisy; policeman and reporters are everywhere. Alvy stands with his
hands in his pockets, watching the commotion.
CARTOON FIGURE ROB'S VOICE-OVER
-for Rolling Stone.
I think there are more people here to
see the Maharishi than there were to see
the Dylan concert. I covered the Dylan
concert ... which gave me chills.
Especially when he sang "She takes just
like a woman And she makes love just
like a woman Yes, she does And she aches
just like a woman But she breaks just
like a little girl."
(They move toward the aisles as
a guard holds up his hands to stop
Up to that I guess the most charismatic
event I covered was Mick's Birthday when
the Stones played Madison Square Garden.
Man, that's great. That's just great.
You catch Dylan?
Me? No, no. I-I couldn't make it that
ni- My-my raccoon had hepatitis.
You have a raccoon?
Tsch, a few.
The only word for this is trans-plendid.
I can think of another word.
He's God! I mean, this man is God! He's
got millions of followers who would crawl
all the way across the world just to touch
the hem of his garment.
Really? It must be a tremendous hem.
I'm a Rosicrucian myself.
I can't get with any religion that
advertises in Popular Mechanics. Look-
(The Maharisbi, a small, chunky
man, walks out of the men's room,
huge bodyguards flanking him while
policemen bold back the crowds)
there's God coming outta the men's room.
It's unbelievably trans-plendid! I was
at the Stones concert in Altamount when
they killed that guy, remember?
Yeah, were yuh? I was-I was at an Alice
Cooper thing where six people were rushed
to the hospital with bad vibes.
INT. ALVY'S BEDROOM-NIGHT
The reporter is sitting up in bed, lighted cigarette in her hand. Alvy, lying
next to her, rubs his eyes and puts on his eyeglasses.
(Looking down at him)
I hope you don't mind that I took so long
Oh, no, no, don't be ... tsch ... don't
be silly. You know,
I'm startin' it-I'm startin' to get some
feeling back in my jaw now.
Oh, sex with you is really a kafkaesque
Oh, tsch, thank you. H'm.
I mean that as a compliment.
I think-I think there's too much burden
placed on the orgasm, you know, to make
up for empty areas in life.
Who said that?
(Rubbing his chin and shoulder)
Uh, oh, I don't know. It might have
been Leopold and Loeb.
(The telephone rings. Alvy picks
it up, rising up slightly from the
bed, concerned, as he talks)
Hello. Oh, hi ... Uh, no, what-what's
the matter? What-what-what? You sound
terrible ... No, what- Sure I- Whatta yuh
-what kind of an emergency? ... No, well,
stay there. Stay there, I'll come over
right now. I'll come over right now. Just
stay there, I'll come right over.
He hangs up. The reporter sits in bed still, taking in the situation.
INT. ANNIE'S APARTMENT HALLWAY
Annie, looking slightly distraught, goes to open the door to Alvy's knock.
What's- It's me, open up.
(Opening the door)
Are you okay? What's the matter?
(They look at each other, Annie
Are you all right? What-
There's a spider in the bathroom.
There's a big black spider in the bathroom.
That's what you got me here for at three
o'clock in the morning, 'cause there's a
spider in the bathroom?
My God, I mean, you know how I am about
-I can't sleep with a live thing crawling
around in the bathroom.
Kill it! For Go- What's wrong with you?
Don't you have a can of Raid in the house?
(Shaking her head)
Alvy, disgusted, starts waving his hands and starts to move into the living
I told you a thousand times you should
always keep, uh, a lotta insect spray.
You never know who's gonna crawl over.
I know, I know, and a first-aid kit and
a fire extinguisher.
Jesus. All right, gimme a magazine.
I- 'cause I'm a little tired.
(While Annie goes of to find
him a magazine, Alvy, still
talking, glances around the
apartment. He notices a small
book on a cabinet and picks it up.)
You know, you, you joke with-about me,
you make fun of me, but I'm prepared for
anything. An emergency, a tidal wave,
an earthquake. Hey, what is this?
What? Did you go to a rock concert?
Oh, yeah, really? Really? How-how'd
you like it? Was it-was it, I mean,
did it ... was it heavy? Did it achieve
total heavy-ocity? Or was it, uh...
It was just great!
(Thumbing through the book)
Oh, humdinger. When- Well, I got a
wonderful idea. Why don'tcha get the
guy who took you to the rock concert,
we'll call him and he can come over and
kill the spider. You know, it's a-
He tosses the book down on the cabinet.
I called you; you wanna help me ... or
not? H'h? Here.
She hands him a magazine.
(Looking down at the magazine)
What is this? What are you, since
when do you read the "National Review"?
What are you turning in to?
(Turning to a nearby chair for
some gum in her pocketbook)
Well, I like to try to get all points
It's wonderful. Then why don'tcha get
William F. Buckley to kill the spider?
(Spinning around to face him)
Alvy, you're a little hostile, you
know that? Not only that, you look
thin and tired.
She puts a piece of gum in her mouth.
Well, I was in be- It's three o'clock
in the morning. You, uh, you got me
outta bed, I ran over here, I couldn't
get a taxi cab. You said it was an
emergency, and I didn't ge- I ran up
the stairs. Hell - I was a lot more
attractive when the evening began.
Look, uh, tell- Whatta you- Are you
going with a right-wing rock-and roll
star? Is that possible?
(Sitting down on a chair arm
and looking up at Alvy)
Would you like a glass of chocolate milk?
Hey, what am I-your son? Whatta you mean?
I-I came over TV --_
(Touching his chest with her hand)
I got the good chocolate, Alvy.
Yeah, where is the spider?
It really is lovely. It's in the bathroom.
Is he in the bathroom?
(Rising from chair)
Hey, don't squish it, and after it's
dead, flush it down the toilet, okay?
And flush it a couple o' times.
(Moving down the hallway to
Darling, darling, I've been killing
spiders since I was thirty, okay?
(Upset, hands on her neck)
(Coming back into the living room)
Very big spider.
Two ... Yeah. Lotta, lotta trouble.
There's two of 'em.
Alvy starts walking down the ball again, Annie following.
(Opening a closet door)
Yep. I didn't think it was that big,
but it's a major spider. You got a
broom or something with a-
Oh, I-I left it at your house.
-snow shovel or anything or something.
I think I left it there, I'm sorry.
Reaching up into the closet, Alvy takes out a covered tennis racquet.
(Holding the racquet)
Okay, let me have this.
Well, what are you doing ... what are
you doing with-
Honey, there's a spider in your bathroom
the size of a Buick.
He walks into the bathroom, Annie looking after him.
Well, okay. Oooh.
Alvy stands in the middle of the bathroom, tennis racquet in one band, rolled
magazine in the other. He looks over at the shelf above the sink and picks up
a small container. He holds it out, shouting off screen to Annie.
Hey, what is this? You got black soap?
It's for my complexion.
Whatta-whatta yuh joining a minstrel show?
(Alvy turns and starts swapping
the racquet over the shelf, knocking
down articles and breaking glass)
(He continues to swat the racquet
all over the bathroom. He finally
moves out of the room, hands close
to his body. He walks into the
other room, where Annie is sitting
in a corner of her bed leaning against
I did it! I killed them both. What-what's
the matter? Whatta you-
(Annie is sobbing, her band over
-whatta you sad about? You- What'd you
want me to do? Capture 'em and rehabilitate
(Sobbing and taking Alvy's arm)
Oh, don't go, okay? Please.
(Sitting down next to her)
Whatta you mean, don't go? Whatta-whatta
-what's the matter? Whatta you expecting
-termites? What's the matter?
Oh, uh, I don't know. I miss you. Tsch.
She beats her fist on the bed. Reacting, Alvy puts his arm around her shoulder
and leans back against the wall.
Oh, Jesus, really?
(Leaning on his shoulder)
Oh, yeah. Oh.
He touches her face gently as she wipes tears from her face.
Was there somebody in your room when
I called you?
W-w-whatta you mean?
I mean was there another- I thought I
heard a voice.
Oh, I had the radio on.
I'm sorry. I had the television set
... I had the television-
Alvy pulls her to him and they kiss again.
INT. ALVY'S BED
Alvy is lying in bed next to Annie, who is leaning on her elbow looking down
at him. He rubs her arms and she smiles.
Alvy, let's never break up again. I don't
wanna be apart.
Oh, no, no, I think we're both much too
mature for something like that.
Living together hasn't been so bad, has it?
It's all right for me, it's been terrific,
you know? Better than either one of my
marriages. See, 'cause. . . 'cause there's
just something different about you. I
don't know what it is, but it's great.
You know I think that if you let me, maybe
I could help you have more fun, you know?
I mean, I know it's hard and ... Yeah.
I don't know.
Alvy, what about ... what if we go away
this weekend, and we could-
Tsch, why don't we get ... why don't
we get Rob, and the three of us'll
drive into Brooklyn, you know, and
we show you the old neighborhood.
Okay, okay. Okay.
That'd be fun for yuh. Don't you think-
Alvy raises up his head and they kiss.
Annie is behind the wheel in her VW, Rob is beside her, Alvy in the back seat
leaning forward so that his head is between them. They're driving down the
-me, my God, it's a great day!
Hey, can yuh watch the road? Watch the --
Yeah, watch the road!
You'll total the whole car.
Hey, you know, I never even visited
I can't wait to see the old neighborhood.
Yeah, the neighborhood's gonna be great.
We can show her the schoolyard.
Right. I was a great athlete. Tell
her, Max, I was the best, I was all
Yes, I remember.
He was all schoolyard. They threw him
a football once, he tried to dribble it.
Yeah, well, I used to lose my glasses a lot.
EXT. AMUSEMENT PARK.
Alvy Annie and Rob move toward the roller coaster on the screen. The area's
deserted. Sea gulls are heard.
Oh, look, look, there's that ... that's
-that's my old house. That's where I
used to live.
You're lucky, Max-where I used to live
is now a pornographic equipment store.
I have some very good memories there.
What kind of good memories, Max?
Your mother and father fighting all
Yeah, and always over the most
FLASHBACK - INT. ALVY'S HOUSE.
Alvy's father sits in his chair. His mother is polishing a door while Alvy
lies on the floor playing. Annie, adult Alvy and Rob quietly walk into the
scene to watch.
You fired the cleaning woman?
She was stealing.
But she's colored.
So the colored have enough trouble.
She was going through my pocketbook!
They're persecuted enough!
Who's persecuting? She stole!
Alvy's father gets up and gets his hard hat. He sits back down and starts
All right-so we can afford it.
How can we afford it? On your pay?
What if she steals more?
She's a colored woman, from Harlem!
She has no money! She's got a right
to steal from us! After all, who is
she gonna steal from if not us?
(Yelling into the scene)
You're both crazy!
They can't hear you, Max.
Leo ... I married a fool!
Hey, Max! Who's that?
As the three friends watch Alvy's old living room, the scene has suddenly
shifted. A huge crowd stands around the room, laughing, eating, chatting and
vibrating with the turns of the roller-coaster ride.
It-it-it's the welcome-home party
in nineteen forty-five, for my cousin
Look, look, there's-there's that one
over there, that's Joey Nichols, he
(Young Alvy stands next to Joey
Nichols, who's sitting in one of
the easy chairs. They smile at
each other; people and noise all
-father's friend. He was always bothering
me when I was a kid.
See. Nichols. See, Nichols!
(Joey shows young Alvy his cuff
links and a tie pin, which are
made from nickels, as Alvy stands
with hands on hips, unconcerned.
Joey then slaps his band to his
forehead and puts a nickel on
Yuh see, nickels! You can always
remember my name, just think of Joey
That's me. Joey Five Cents!
Joey grabs Alvy's cheeks and pinches them.
What an asshole!
A group of women stands near a buffet table eating and listening to Alvy
mother and her sister, Tessie, and a young girl, as the three friends watch.
I was always the sister with good common
sense. But Tessie was always the one
with personality. When she was younger,
they all wanted to marry Tessie.
She touches Tessie's shoulder. Tessie starts to laugh.
(Pointing, to Rob)
Do you believe that, Max? Tessie
Moskowitz had the personality. She's
the life of the ghetto, no doubt.
(To the young girl)
She was once a great beauty.
Tessie nods her head "yes."
Tessie, they say you were the sister
(Addressing the young girl)
I was a great beauty.
Uh, how did this personality come about?
(Grabbing the young girl's cheek)
I was very charming.
There were many men interested in you?
(To the young girl)
Oh, I was quite a lively dancer.
Tessie gyrates back and forth imitating a dancer while Annie and the adult
Alvy lean on each other laughing.
That's pretty hard to believe.
Alvy and Annie walk contentedly down a street; Alvy's arm is draped around
Annie. People walk by them on the street as they move toward their apartment
Well, I had a really good day, you know
that? It was just a real fine way to
spend my birthday.
Ah? Oh, well, your birthday's not till
tomorrow, honey, I hate to tell yuh.
Yeah, but it's real close.
Yeah, but no presents till midnight.
Oh, darn it.
Annie and Alvy sit on the sofa. Annie's unwrapping a gift while Alvy watches.
She pulls out flimsy black lingerie from the box.
What is this? Is this a...Present?
Are you kidding?
Yeah, hey, why don't yuh try it on?
Uh, yeah, uh ... t-t-this is more like
a present for you, yeah, but it's-
Try it ... it'll add years to our
(Looking up at Alvy and laughing)
Uh huh. Yeah. Forget it.
Alvy leans over and hands her another box as she puts down the lingerie.
Here's a real present.
(Opening the gift)
Check it out.
Oh, yeah? What is this, anyway?
Let me see. Okay, let's... oooh, God!
(She takes out a watch from the box)
Oh, you knew I wanted this ...
God, it's terrific, God!
Yeah, I know. Just-just put on the
watch, and-and ... that thing, and
we'll just ...
Oh! My God!
Alvy kisses Annie.
INT. NIGHT CLUB.
Annie, spotlighted onstage, stands in front of the microphone, smiling. She
looks downward and sings "Seems Like Old Times. " The audience applauds
loudly as the music fades out.
Alvy sits at the bar, clapping and staring at Annie as she walks over to him
and sits down. The low murmur of the night club is surrounding them.
You were-you were sensational. I mean,
I-you know, I-I told yuh that if yuh stuck
to it, you would be great, and-and, you
know, I-I-you-you were sensational.
(Looking at Alvy, smiling)
Yeah, well, we have the, I mean, they were
just a terrific audience, I mean, you know,
it makes it really easy for me, because I
can be ... huh?
Tony, a famous record personality, pushes through the crowd, moving toward
Alvy and Annie. An entourage follows him as he makes his way to their table.
He shakes hands with Annie, smiling.
Hi, I'm-I'm Tony Lacey.
Uh, we just wanted to stop by and say
that we really enjoyed your sets.
Oh, yeah, really, oh!
I though it was ... very musical, and I
liked it a lot.
Oh, neat ... oh, that's very nice,
gosh, thanks a lot.
Are you ... are you recording? Or do-
Are you with any label now?
No, no, no, not at all.
Uh, well, I'd like to talk to you about
that sometime, if you get a chance.
Seated Alvy looks the other way, reacting.
Oh. What about?
... of possibly working together.
(Looking for the first time at Alvy)
Well, hey, that's, that's nice. Uh.
Oh, listen, this is, uh, Alvy Singer.
Do you know Alvy? Uh ... and ... uh ...
No, I don't-I don't know, but I-I know
your work. I'm a big fan of yours.
Tony reaches over and shakes hands with Alvy. The nightclub crowd surrounds
them all with their low chatter and cigarette smoke.
Thank you very much. It's a pleasure.
(Turning to introduce his entourage)
This is, uh, Shawn, and, uh ... Bob and
Hi, hi, Bob ...
Uh ... w-we're going back to the Pierre.
We're staying at the Pierre ... and we're
gonna meet Jack and Angelica, and have a
drink there, and ... if you'd like to come,
uh, we'd love to have you.
And we could just sit and talk ... nothing.
Uh, not a big deal, it's just relax, just
be very mellow.
Annie and Tony and his entourage turn to look at Alvy.
(Fingers to his mouth, reacting)
Remember, we had that thing.
(Staring at Annie and clearing
Don't you remember we-we-we discussed
that thing that we were-
-yes, we had, uh ...
(Looking at Alvy, reacting)
Oh, the thing! Oh, the thing ...
... yeah ... yeah.
Annie turns, looks at Tony as he smiles and gestures with his hands.
Oh, well, I-if it's inconvenient, eh,
we can't do it now ... that's fine,
too. W-w-w-we'll do it another time.
Maybe if you're on the Coast, we'll get
together and ... and we'll meet there.
He shakes hands with Annie.
It was a wonderful set.
I really enjoyed it.
(Looking at Alvy)
Nice to have metcha. Good night.
Nice to see you ... bye. Yeah. Bye.
She turns and looks at Alvy.
What's ... you ... well, what's the
matter, You w-wanna go to that party?
(Looking down at her hands,
then up at Alvy)
I don't know, I thought it might be kind
of fun, you know what I mean, it'd be
nice to meet some new people.
I'm just not ... you know, I don't think
I could take a mellow eve- 'cause I-I
don't respond well to mellow, you know
what I mean, I-I have a tendency to ...
if I get too mellow, I-I ripen and then
rot. You know, and it's-it's not good
for my ...
All right, all right, you don't wanna go
to the party, so uh, whatta you wanna do?
INT. MOVIE THEATER.
The screen is projecting the beginning of "The Sorrow and the Pity": a street
filled with fleeing cars, belongings tied on top and piled in the back seats.
Subtitles pop on:
"The Jewish warmongers and
Parisian plutocrats tried
to flee with their gold and jewels"
as a narrator explains in German.
Split screen: Annie and her psychiatrist on the left; Alvy and his on the
right. Annie, talking, sits in a white molded chair, as does her doctor.
The office is very modern: stark, white and chrome. Alvy, talking to his
psychiatrist, lies on a deep leather sofa, the doctor seated away from him.
This office looks more like a well-worn den: bookcases overflowing, dark wood.
The dialogue is separated in each screen, though no one talks simultaneously.
(To her doctor)
That day in Brooklyn was the last day
I remember really having a great time.
(To his doctor)
Well, we never have any laughs anymore,
is the problem.
Well, I've been moody and dissatisfied.
How often do you sleep together?
Do you have sex often?
Hardly ever. Maybe three times a week.
Constantly! I'd say three times a week.
Like the other night, Alvy wanted to have
She would not sleep with me the other
night, you know, it's-
And ... I don't know ... I mean, six months
ago I-I woulda done it. I woulda done it,
just to please him.
I mean ... I tried everything, you know,
I-I-I put on soft music and my-my red light
bulb, and ...
But the thing is-I mean, since our
discussions here, I feel I have a right
to my own feelings. I think you woulda
been happy because ... uh, uh, I really
The incredible thing about it is, I'm
paying for her analysis and she's making
progress and I'm getting screwed.
I don't know, though, I feel so guilty
because Alvy is paying for it, so, you
know, so I do feel guilty if I don't go
to bed with him. But if I do go to bed
with him, it's like I'm going against my
own feelings. I don't know I-I can't win.
(Simultaneously, with Annie)
You know ... it's getting expensive
...my analyst ... for her analyst. She-
she's making progress and I'm not making
any progress. Her progress is defeating
(Simultaneously, with Alvy)
Sometimes I think-sometimes I think I
should just live with a woman.
Alvy and Annie sit close together on the sofa in some friends' apartment.
Their friends, another couple, stand behind the sofa in the background.
Excited, they talk almost all at once.
Wow, I don't believe it ... you mean to
tell me you guys have never snorted coke?
Well, I always wanted to try, you know,
but, uh, Alvy, uh ... he's very down on it.
Hey, don't put it on me. You kn- Wh-what
is it, I don't wanna put a wad of white
powder in my nose 'cause the-the nasal
They all start talking at once.
You never wanna try anything new, Alvy.
(Counting on his fingers)
How can you say that? I mean,
who said I-I-I-I said that you, I and that
girl from your acting class should sleep
together in a threesome.
Yeah, I know it's sick, but it's new.
You know, you didn't say it couldn't be
Annie laughs, chatters.
Just come on, Alvy.
(All four are now sitting on the
sofa. The male friend starts to
prepare lines of cocaine; Alvy
and Annie look at each other,
Do your body a favor. Try it, come on.
Yeah. Come on. It'd be fun.
(Moving forward on the couch)
Oh, I'm sure it's a lot of fun, 'cause
the Incas did it, you know, and-and
they-they-they were a million laughs.
Alvy, come on, for your own experience.
I mean, you wanna write, why not?
It's great stuff, Alvy. Friend of mine
just brought it in from California.
Oh, do you know something-I didn't tell
yuh, we're going to California next week.
... I'm thrilled. As you know, uh ...
uh, on my agent's advice I sold out,
and I'm gonna do an appearance on TV.
No, no, no that's not it at all. Alvy's
giving an award on television. Gee, he
talks like he's violating a moral issue
It's so phony, and we have to leave New
York during Christmas week, which really
Alvy, listen, while you're in California,
could you possibly score some coke for me?
(Over Annie's laughter)
Sure, sure, I'll be glad to. I-I'll just
put it in a-a-a h-h-hollow heel that I
have in my boot, you know.
(Alvy picks up the small open
gold case of cocaine base the man
placed on the coffee table and
looks at it, reacting)
H-h-how much is this stuff?
It's about two thousand dollars an ounce.
Really? And what is the kick of it?
Because I never ...
He puts his finger into the drug, smells it and then sneezes. The powder
blows all over the room as the man, woman and Annie react silently.
CALIFORNIA. BEVERLY HILLS STREET-DAY
It's a warm, beautiful day. Rob, Annie and Alvy in Rob's convertible are
moving past the spacious houses, the palm trees. The sunlight reflects off
the car. Annie, excited, is taking the whole place in. Background voices
sing Christmas carols.
We wish you a Merry Christmas,
We wish you a Merry Christmas,
We wish you a Merry Christmas,
And a -Happy New Year.
(Over the singing)
I've never been so relaxed as I have
been since I moved out here, Max. I
want you to see my house. I live
right next to Hugh Hefner's house, Max.
He lets me use the Jacuzzi. And the
women, Max, they're like the women in
Playboy magazine, only they can move
their arms and legs.
You know, I can't get over that this is
really Beverly Hills.
We wish you a Merry Christmas,
And a Happy New Year.
Yeah, the architecture is really consistent,
isn't it? French next to-
(Singing over the dialogue)
Oh, Christmas ... tree,
Oh, Christmas tree,
How bright and green
-Spanish, next to Tudor, next to Japanese.
God, it's so clean out here.
It's that they don't throw their garbage
away. They make it into television shows.
Aw, come on, Max, give us a break, will
yuh? It's Christmas.
Annie starts snapping pictures of the view.
Can you believe this is Christmas here?
Oh Christmas tree,
Oh Christmas tree ...
They pass a large house with spacious lawn. Sitting on the lawn is a Santa
Claus complete with sleigh and reindeer. Voices continue to sing Christmas
carols; Annie continues to take pictures.
You know, it was snowing-it was snowing
and really gray in New York yesterday.
Right-well, Santa Claus will have
Max, there's no crime, there's no mugging.
There's no economic crime, you know,
but there's-there's ritual, religious-
cult murders, you know, there's wheat-
germ killers out here.
While you're out here, Max, I want you
to see some of my TV show. And we're
invited to a big Christmas party.
They continue driving, now in a less residential area, passing a hot-dog stand.
"Tail-Pup" concession; people mill about eating hot dogs.
(Singing, louder now)
Remember Christ our Savior
Was born on Christmas day
To save us all ... from Satan's power
As we were gone astray.
They pass a theater, the marquee announcing "House of Exorcism Messiah of Evil.
Rated R. Starts at 7:15."
INT. TV CONTROL ROOM.
Several monitors line the wall in front of an elaborate console. Rob and Alvy,
along with Charlie, the technician, stand in the small room watching the
screens showing Rob as a television star on a situation comedy. They chatter,
analyzing the footage, over the sounds of the taped television comedy.
(Overlapping the chatter)
Look, now, Charlie, give me a big
ROB ON TV SCREEN
A limousine to the track breakdown?
A little bigger.
TV monitors go black as the technician turns of the monitors to fix the laugh
Do you realize how immoral this all is?
Max, I've got a hit series.
Yeah, I know; but you're adding fake
Technicians turn the monitors back on, showing Rob on the screen with another
Oh, I'm sorry.
ROB ON TV SCREEN
(Turning to the technician)
Give me a tremendous laugh here, Charlie.
Look, uh ...
Loud laughter from the TV monitors.
We do the show live in front of an
Great, but nobody laughs at it 'cause
your jokes aren't funny.
Yeah, well, that's why this machine
ROB ON TV SCREEN
You better lie down. You've been in
the sun too long.
(To the technician)
Yeah ... uh, now give me a like a
medium-size chuckle here ... and
then a big hand.
The sounds of laughter and applause are heard from the TV.
(Removing his glasses and
rubbing his face)
Is there booing on there?
The monitors show a woman on the screen.
We were just gonna fix you up with my
(Overlapping the TV)
Oh, Max, I don't feel well.
What's the matter?
I don't know, I just got-I got very dizzy...
I feel dizzy, Max.
Well, sit down.
You all right?
I don't know, I mean, I-
(Crouching before Alvy, looking
You wanna lie down?
No, no-my, you know, my stomach felt
queasy all morning. I just started
How about a ginger ale?
Oh, Max ... no, I maybe I better lie
INT. HOTEL ROOM.
Alvy lies in bed, one elbow propped up, a doctor sitting next to him looking
concerned. The doctor bolds out a plate of chicken; Alvy listlessly stares at
it. Annie, in the background, is on the phone.
(Talking into the phone)
(Holding out the food)
Why don't you just try to get a little
of this down? This is just plain chicken.
(Taking a piece of chicken and
Oh, oh, no, I can't-I can't eat this.
(He gasps and makes sounds)
If you could-if you could just give me
something to get me through the next two
hours, you know I-I have to go out to
Burbank ... and give out an award on a
(On the phone, overlapping the
doctor and Alvy)
Well ... H-h huh ... Oh, good ... Yes,
I'll tell him.
Well, there's nothing wrong with you
actually, so far as I can tell. I mean,
you have no fever, no ... no symptoms
of anything serious. You haven't been
eating pork or shellfish.
Annie bangs up and moves over to Alvy.
(Sitting on the edge of the bed)
Excuse me. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Doctor.
Uh, Alvy-Alvy, that was the show. They
said everything is fine. They found a
replacement, so they're going to tape
(He sighs and gasps)
Oh, jesus, now I don't get to do the
Reacting, Alvy puts up his band in disgust, then starts eating the piece of
chicken he has been holding. The doctor and Annie watch him, reacting.
Yeah. Listen, Doctor, I'm worried.
Now, Mrs. Singer, I can't find anything --
Nothing at all?
No, I think I can get a lab man up here.
(Grabbing the rest of the chicken
from the plate)
Oh, jesus. Can I have the salt, please?
What do you mean? Do you think he's-
(Handing the salt to Alvy)
Yes, excuse me.
Perhaps it would be even better if we
took him to the hospital for a day or two.
Alvy begins to eat.
Uh-huh ... Oh, hospital?
Well, otherwise, there's no real way to
tell what's going on.
(Making sounds, gasping)
This is not bad, actually.
EXT. BEVERLY HILLS STREET RESIDENTIAL AREA - DAY
Rob, Annie and Alvy in Rob's car pull into a long circular driveway as an
attendant walks over to the car. A sprawling house is seen to the right; a
couple moves toward the front door, and the driveway is crowded with other
parked cars. Loud music is heard.
(Getting out of the car)
Hey, don't tell me we're gonna hafta
walk from the car to the house. Geez,
my feet haven't touched pavement since
I reached Los Angeles.
A Hollywood Christmas party is in session, complete with music, milling people,
circulating waiters bolding out trays of drinks. It's all very casual. French
doors run the entire width of one wall; they are opened to the back lawn,
guests move from the room to outside and back in. It is crowded; bits of
conversation and clinking glasses can be heard. Two men, California-tanned,
stand by the French doors talking.
Well, you take a meeting with him, I'll
take a meeting with you if you'll take
a meeting with Freddy.
I took a meeting with Freddy. Freddy
took a meeting with Charlie. You take
a meeting with him.
All the good meetings are taken.
FULL GROUP SHOT
A man stands talking, people in groups behind him. Two born like gadgets are
attached to his shoulders; he's wearing a bizarre space costume.
Right now it's only a notion, but I
think I can get money to make it into
a concept ... and later turn it into
Alvy and Rob stand near the French doors leading to the back lawn, eating and
drinking and watching the people walking in and out of the house.
You like this house, Max?
I even brought a road map to get us to
Whee, you shoulda told me it was Tony
What difference does that make?
Alvy looks into the room, where Annie and Tony Lacey are having an animated
I think he has a little thing for Annie.
Oh, no, no, that's bullshit, Max. He
goes with that girl over there.
Rob nods his head toward a tall woman dressed all in white conversing with a
group of people close-by.
The one with the V.P.L.
Visible panty line. Max, she is gorgeous.
Yeah, she's a ten, Max, and that's great
for you because you're -you're used to
twos, aren't you?
There are no twos, Max.
Yeah, you're used to the kind with the-
with the shopping bags walking through
Central Park with the surgical masks
And ... uh-
How do you like this couple, Max?
A couple moves over toward Rob and Alvy. The man's arm is around the woman;
they stand very close. In the background, Annie and Tony are still talking.
And I think they just came back from
Masters and Johnson.
Yeah, intensive care ward.
(Watching the woman in white)
My God-hey, Max, I think she's ... I
think she's giving me the eye.
As Rob and Alvy observe the guests, the woman in white starts walking toward
If she comes over here, Max, my brain
is going to turn into guacamole.
I'll handle it. I'll handle it. Hi.
GIRL IN WHITE
You're Alvy Singer, right? Didn't
we meet at EST?
EST? No, no, I was never to est.
GIRL IN WHITE
Then how can you criticize it?
Oh, he-he didn't say anything.
No, no, I came out here to get some
shock therapy, but there was an energy
crisis, so I ... He's my-my food taster.
Have you two met?
(Shaking his head)
Hi. How do you do.
GIRL IN WHITE
Do you taste to see if the food's poisoned?
Yeah, he's crazy.
The girl in white laughs.
(Looking at Rob and the girl)
Hey, you guys are wearin' white. It must
be in the stars.
Uri Geller must be on the premises
We're gonna operate together.
Rob and the girl walk of together as the camera moves in on Tony and Annie
standing by the buffet table.
We just need about six weeks, in about
six weeks we could cut a whole album.
I don't know, this is strange to me,
just ... that's all you need. You can
come and stay here.
There's a whole wing in this house.
Oh yeah, stay here? U-huh.
You can have it to use. Why-why are
I don't know. I don't know.
She picks up an hors doeuvre.
The two men still talking about meetings surrounded by other groups of people
Not only is he a great agent, but he
really gives good meetings.
Tony, band in band with the girl in white, is leaving the party room with Alvy
and Annie to show them the rest of the house.
This is a great house, really. Everything.
Saunas, Jacuzzis, three tennis courts.
You know who the original owners were?
Nelson Eddy, then Legs Diamond. Then
you know who lived here?
Annie and the girl in white laugh.
Right before his un-American thing.
They stop in a den-like screening room. A man is slouched back on one of the
comfortable sofas that fill the room. It is much quieter in here; a contrast
to the noise and crowd downstairs.
Yeah, this place is great.
Uh, you guys are still-uh, you're still
Yeah, I love it there.
Well, I used to live there. I used to
live there for years. You know, but
it's gotten-it's so dirty now.
I'm into garbage. It's my thing.
Boy, this is really a nice screening
room. It's really a nice room.
Oh, and there's another thing about New
York. See ... you-you wanna see a movie,
you have to stand in a long line.
It could be freezing, it could be raining.
And here, you just-
GIRL IN WHITE
We saw "Grand Illusion" here last night.
ALVY AND ANNIE
MAN ON THE SOFA
(Looking over his shoulder at
That's a great film if you're high.
(The group laughs, looking down
at the man on the sofa. He looks
up at them, smiling, a joint in
his hand, and offers them a cigarette)
(Shaking his head no)
Come and see our bedroom. We did a
fantastic lighting job. Okay?
Oh, good. Okay.
Tony and the girl in white leave the room, Annie and Alvy following.
(Taking Alvy's arm)
It's wonderful. I mean, you know they
just watch movies all day.
Yeah, and gradually you get old and die.
You know it's important to make a little
effort once in a while.
Don't you think his girl friend's
Yeah, she's got a great-lookin' fa- A
pat on the androgynous side. But it's...
They pass a man talking on the phone in the hallway.
MAN ON THE PHONE
Yeah, yeah. I forgot my mantra.
As they come down stairs the party is still in big gear. People are looser
now; conversations are more animated, some talk quietly in more intimate
corners, some couples are dancing. Alvy stands alone sipping a drink near the
huge Christmas tree. A tall woman, passing by, shakes his hand, then leaves.
He continues to sip his drink, alone, watching Tony and Annie in the center of
the room dancing.
The screen shows a plane in flight, Los Angeles far below, then:
AIRPLANE. INT. AIRPLANE
Annie and Alvy sit, the stewardess behind them serving other passengers. Annie
stares out the window bolding a coffee cup; Alvy reads. Both are preoccupied,
thinking their own thoughts.
That was fun. I don't think California
is bad at all. It's a drag coming home.
Lotta beautiful women. It was fun
(As she sips coffee)
I have to face facts. I-I adore Alvy,
but our relationship doesn't seem to
(An open magazine lies in
I'll have the usual trouble with Annie
in bed tonight. Whatta I need this?
If only I had the nerve to break up,
but it would really hurt him.
If only I didn't feel guilty asking
Annie to move out. It'd probably
wreck her. But I should be honest.
He looks over at Annie.
(Looking back at Alvy)
Alvy, uh, let's face it. You know
something, don't think our relationship
Tsch, I know. A relationship, I think,
is-is like a shark, you know? It has
to constantly move forward or it dies.
And I think what we got on our hands
(Clearing his throat)
is a dead shark.
INT. ALVY'S LIVING ROOM-DAY
A lighted Christmas tree stands in the middle of boxes, books, and the general
disarray of packing and figuring out what belongs to whom as Alvy helps Annie
(Holding up a book)
Whose "Catcher in the Rye" is this?
(Walking into the room with an
armload of books)
Well, let's see now ... If it has my
name on it, then I guess it's mine.
Oh, it sure has ... You know, you wrote
your name in all my books, 'cause you
knew this day was gonna come.
(Putting down the books and
flipping back her hair)
Well, uh, Alvy, you wanted to break up
just as much as I do.
(Riffling through the books)
There's no-no question in my mind. I
think we're doing the mature thing,
without any doubt.
(Holding a framed picture and
Now, look, all the books on death and
dying are yours and all the poetry books
(Looking down at a book)
This "Denial of Death". You remember this?
This is the first book that I got you.
Annie goes over to Alvy. They both look down at the book; the fireplace,
burning nicely, is behind them.
Remember that day?
Right. Geez, I feel like there's a
great weight off my back. M'mmm.
(Patting Alvy's shoulder)
Oh, no, no, no, no, no. I mean, you
know, no, no, no, I mean, I think it's
really important for us to explore new
relationships and stuff like that.
She walks away.
There's no-there's no question about
that, 'cause we've given this ... uh,
uh, I think a more than fair shot,
He tosses the book into the carton.
Yeah, my analyst thinks this move is
keen for me.
Yeah, and I-I tru- you know, I trust
her, because my-my analyst recommended
(Walking in with another
armload of books)
Well, why should I put you through all
my moods and hang-ups anyway?
Right. And you-and you know what the
beauty part is?
(Holding a small box of buttons)
We can always come back together again.
Because there's no-there's no problem.
'Cause ... Right.
Exactly, but ... exactly. Ooooh!
You know, I-I-I don't think many couples
could handle this. You know, they could
just break up and remain friends.
(Taking a button from a box)
Hey, this one's mine, this button.
This one, you rem-
I guess these are all yours. Impeach, uh,
Eisenhower ... Impeach Nixon ... Impeach
Lyndon Johnson ... Impeach Ronald Reagan.
EXT. NEW YORK CITY STREET-DAY
People milling about on the sidewalk as Alvy walks out of a store and moves
toward the foreground.
(Into the camera, to the audience)
I miss Annie. I made a terrible
A couple, walking down the street, stops as the man talks to Alvy.
MAN ON THE STREET
She's living in Los Angeles with
Oh, yeah? Well, if she is, then the
hell with her! If she likes that
lifestyle, let her live there! He's
a jerk, for one thing.
MAN ON THE STREET
He graduated Harvard.
Yeah. He may- Listen, Harvard makes
mistakes too, you know. Kissinger
The couple strolls away as an older woman walks up to Alvy while others walk by.
Don't tell me you're jealous?
Yeah, jealous. A little bit like Medea.
Lemme, lemme-can I show you something,
(He takes a small item from his
pocket to show the woman)
What I have here ... I found this in the
apartment. Black soap. She used to wash
her face eight hundred times a day with
black soap. Don't ask me why.
Well, why don't you go out with other
Well, I-I tried, but it's, uh, you know,
it's very depressing.
RECENT FLASHBACK - INT. ALVY'S COUNTRY KITCHEN
Alvy's arms and legs fill the screen as he slowly gets up from the floor
bolding up a live lobster. He puts it on a grill tray.
(Pointing to the lobster)
This always happens to me. Quick, g-go
get a broom.
His date, a girl wearing short shorts, leans against the sink and lights a
cigarette. She makes no move to help.
What are you making such a big deal about?
(As she talks, the lobster drops
from the tray to the floor. Alvy
jumps away, then gingerly scrapes
the tray toward the lobster)
They're only lobsters. Look, you're a
grown man, you know how to pick up a
(Looking up in stooped-over
I'm not myself since I stopped smoking.
(Still leaning against the sink,
her hand on her hip)
Oh, when'd you quit smoking?
He gets up of the floor with the lobster on the tray.
Sixteen years ago.
Whatta you mean?
You stopped smoking sixteen years ago,
is that what you said? Oh, I-I don't
understand. Are you joking, or what?
A solitary Alvy walking along the FDR Drive where he had walked with Annie. -
The New York skyline is still in the background, the sea gulls go by, the fog
horn blows. He walks slowly, moving off screen.
INT. ALVY'S BEDROOM - DAY
Alvy sits on his bed talking on the phone.
Listen, honey, Central Park's turning
green ... Yeah, I sa-I saw that lunatic
that we-where we used to see ... with
the, uh, uh, pinwheel hat and, you know,
and the roller skates? . . . Listen,
I-I want you to come back here ... Well,
I-I-then I'm gonna come out there and
An airborne plane.
EXT. LOS ANGELES AIRPORT.
People milling about as Alvy, in the outside phone-booth center, talks.
Whatta you mean, where am I? Where do-
where do you think I am? I'm-I'm out
... I'm at the Los Angeles Airport.
I flew in ...
Tsch, I-well, I flew in to see you ...
Hey, listen, can we not debate this
on-on the telephone because I'm, you
know, I-I feel that I got a temperature
and I'm-I'm getting my-my chronic Los
Angeles nausea. I-I don't feel so good.
Alvy's conversation is still heard as the screen shows him behind the wheel of
a car on a busy street; he causes a near-accident by jerking the car too slowly
toward an intersection.
Well, where-wherever you wanna meet, I
don't care. I'll-I'll drive in. I
rented a car I'm driving ... that ...
Whatta you mean? What-why is that such
a miracle? I'm driving myself --
EXT. OUTDOOR CAFÉ - DAY
People sit at umbrellaed tables with checkered tablecloths at a Sunset
Boulevard outdoor cafe. Street traffic goes by while they dine. There's a
mild California breeze. The restaurant is somewhat crowded as Alvy makes his
way around the tables looking about. He finally sits down at an empty table;
nearby sits a woman with a younger man. A waitress brings Alvy a menu and
waits for his order.
(To the waitress)
I'm gonna...I'm gonna have the alfalfa
sprouts and, uh, a plate of mashed yeast.
Annie, wearing a flowered dress and wide hat, moves into view. Alvy,
noticing her, watches as she walks over to his table. He rises and they shake
Alvy wipes at his nose as he stares. He smiles, the street traffic moving
behind him. Annie smiles back.
You look very pretty.
Oh, no, I just lost a little weight,
(Alvy adjusts his glasses, not
exactly knowing where to start;
a bit uneasy)
Well, you look nice.
(Nodding his head)
You see, I-I've been thinking about it
and I think that we should get married.
(Adjusting her sunglasses)
Oh, Alvy, come on.
Why? You wanna live out here all year?
It's like living in Munchkin Land.
Well, whatta you mean? I mean, it's
perfectly fine out here. I mean, Tony's
very nice and, uh, well, I meet people
and I go to parties and-and we play tennis.
I mean, that's ... that's a very big step
for me, you know? I mean ...
(Reacting, Alvy looks down at
his hands, then up)
I'm able to enjoy people more.
So whatta you ... You're not gonna come
back to New York?
What's so great about New York? I mean,
it's a dying city. You read "Death in
Hey, you didn't read "Death in Venice"
till I bought it for yuh.
That's right, that's right.
You only gave me books with the word
"death" in the titles.
(Nodding his head and gesturing)
That's right, 'cause it's an important
Alvy, you're incapable of enjoying life,
you know that? I mean, your life is New
York City. You're just this person.
You're like this island unto yourself.
(Toying with his car keys)
I can't enjoy anything unless I ... unless
everybody is. I-you know, if one guy is
starving someplace, that's ... you know,
I-I ... it puts a crimp in my evening.
(Looking down at his hands, sadly)
So wanna get married or what?
No. We're friends. I wanna remain friends.
(Louder, to the waitress)
Check, please. Can I -can I ...
Can I ... Can I ...
You're mad, aren't you?
(Shaking his head)
Yes, of course I'm mad, because you
love me, I know that.
Alvy, I can't say that that's true at
this point in my life. I really just
can't say that that's true. I mean,
you know how wonderful you are. I
mean, you know ... you're the reason
that I got outta my room and that I
was able to sing, and-and-and, you know,
get more in touch with my feelings and
all that crap. Anyway, look, I don't
wanna- Listen, listen, listen, uh
h'h, so whatta you up to anyway, huh?
(Shrugging his shoulders)
The usual, you know. Uh, tryin't'write.
I'm workin' on a play.
Jesus. So whatta yuh saying? That
you're not comin' back to New York with
He nods his head in disbelief.
Look, I gotta go.
She starts to rise.
You mean that ...
(He gets up and starts following
her past diners at other tables)
I-I-I-I flew three thousand miles to
Air miles, you know. I mean, you
know what that does to my stomach?
They move down the steps of the cafe' toward the parking lot.
If you must know, it's a hectic time
for Tony. The Grammys are tonight.
The Grammys. He's got a lotta records
up for awards.
You mean they give awards for that
kind o' music?
I thought just earplugs.
Annie gets into her car. Alvy moves over to his rented convertible.
Just forget it, Alvy, okay? Let's
just forget the conversation.
She closes the door, starts the motor.
(Yelling after her)
Awards! They do nothing but give out
awards! I can't believe it. Greatest,
greatest fascist dictator, Adolf Hitler!
Annie drives away. Alvy gets behind the wheel, starts the motor. Putting the
car in gear, he inadvertently moves forward, hitting a bunch of trash cans with
a loud crash. Putting the car in reverse, Alvy notices a beige car that has
just turned into the parking lot. For a brief moment, the screen shows a
flashback of the bumper-car ride at the Brooklyn amusement park. Alvy's father
is on the Platform directing traffic; young Alvy is in a small car bumping
others right and left. Alvy, hack in the parking lot, backs up his convertible,
purposefully smashing the side of the beige car as another flashback of bumper-
car ride appears, this time-as, Alvy's father directs traffic-a Marine in a
small car bits the back end of a soldier's car, and Alvy, back in the parking
lot, moves his car over to another parked car and bits it full force.
Another flashback appears. people in the small cars really racing around the
track now, bumping into one another over and over again, Alvy's father
directing the flow, as the film cuts back to the parking lot, where Alvy
reverses the convertible and rams it into the front end of yet another car.
He sits behind the wheel as people rush out of various cars and as sirens
start blaring, coming closer and closer, stopping finally as a motorcycle cop
gets off beside Alvy's car and walks over to him.
(Getting out of the car)
Officer, I know what you're gonna say.
I'm-I'm not a great driver, you know,
I-I have some problems with-with-with-
May I see your license, please?
(Searching, he finally fishes
his license out of his pocket)
just don't-don't get angry, you know
what I mean? 'Cause I-I have - I have
my-my license here. You know, it's a
rented car. And I've ...
He drops the license and it falls to the ground.
Don't give me your life story
(Looking at the piece of paper
on the ground)
-just pick up the license.
Pick up the license. You have to ask
nicely 'cause I've had an extremely
rough day. You know, my girl friend-
Just give me the license, please.
Since you put it that way.
It's hard for me to refuse.
(He leans over, picks up the
license, then proceeds to rip
it up. He lets the pieces go;
they float to the ground)
... have a, I have a terrific problem
with authority, you know. I'm... it's
not your fault. Don't take it personal.
INT. JAIL-CELLS CORRIDOR.
A guard moves down the ball to the cell where, Alvy stands with other inmates.
He unlocks the door and opens it, letting Alvy out.
So long, fellas. Keep in touch.
He walks down the corridor off screen.
EXT. A STREET IN FRONT OF THE COURT HOUSE - DAY
Policemen are walking up and down the courthouse steps as Alvy and Rob move
out the door of the building, down the steps to the street.
Imagine my surprise when I got your
(Carrying his jacket over his
Yeah. I had the feeling that I got
you at a bad moment. You know, I heard
They walk over to Rob's convertible and get in.
(Starting the car)
Twins, Max. Sixteen-year-olds. Can you
imagine the mathematical possibilities?
You're an actor, Max. You should be
doing Shakespeare in the Park.
Oh, I did Shakespeare in the Park, Max.
I got mugged. I was playing Richard the
Second and two guys with leather jackets
stole my leotard.
He puts on an elaborate helmet and goggles.
(Looking at Rob's helmet)
Max, are we driving through plutonium?
Keeps out the alpha rays, Max. You
don't get old.
INT. REHEARSAL HALL OF A THEATER.
An actor and actress sit on hard wooden chairs in a sparse rehearsal ball.
They face each other. The actress resembles Annie; the actor, Alvy.
You're a thinking person. How can you
choose this lifestyle?
What is so incredibly great about New
York? It's a dying city! You-you read
"Death in Venice".
You didn't read "Death in Venice" till
I gave it to you!
Well, you only give me books with the
word "death" in the title.
The camera pulls back, showing Alvy sitting with two men at a table set up
near the actors. A mirror, running the whole width of the wall, reflects the
two actors, a script lying on the table between them. It is obvious now that
they are rehearsing a scene that Alvy wrote.
(In mirrored reflection)
It's an important issue.
(In mirrored reflection)
Alvy, you are totally incapable of
The camera moves back to actual actor and actress.
You're like New York. You're an island.
(Rising with emotion)
Okay, if that's all that we've been
through together means to you, I guess
it's better if we just said goodbye,
once and for all! You know, it's funny,
after all the serious talks and passionate
moments that it ends here ... in a health
-food restaurant on Sunset Boulevard.
The actor begins to leave as the actress jumps up from her chair.
Wait! I'm-I'm gonna ... go with you.
(The actor comes back. They embrace)
I love you.
The camera cuts to Alvy, who turns and looks straight into the camera.
(To the audience, gesturing)
Tsch, whatta you want? It was my first
play. You know, you know how you're
always tryin' t' get things to come out
perfect in art because, uh, it's real
difficult in life. Interestingly, however,
I did run into Annie again. It was on the
Upper West Side of Manhattan.
Annie, singing "Seems Like Old Times, " overlaps Alvy's speech and continues
over the next scene, where Alvy, standing in front of a Manhattan theater,
shakes hands with Annie and her escort. The theater marquee reads "OPHULS
PRIZE FILM: 'THE SORROW AND THE PITY'."
(Over the theater scene and,
She had moved back to New York. She was
living in SoHo with some guy.
And when I met her she was, of all things,
dragging him in to see "The Sorrow and the
Pity." Which I counted as a personal
triumph. Annie and I ...
(Alvy's voice continues over the
scene shot through a window of
Manhattan cafe showing Alvy and
Annie sitting at a table, laughing
and enjoying themselves)
... we had lunch sometime after that, and,
uh, just, uh, kicked around old times.
A series of flashbacks following in quick succession while Annie continues to
Annie and Alvy going up the FDR Drive, the day they met playing tennis, Annie
driving, Alvy bolding up partially eaten sandwich.
Annie and Alvy in the Hamptons house kitchen, Annie banding a live lobster to
Alvy, who drops it in the pot on the stove.
Annie and Alvy walking side by side by the shoreline.
Alvy at the tennis club, packing his bag, as he looks over his shoulder and
sees Annie, hands on her face, then clapping, as she offers him a ride home
in her car.
Annie opening the door to Alvy the night he came over to kill the spider; Annie
and, Alvy in the bookstore buying the "Death" titles; Annie and, Alvy in
their Hamptons house, Annie reading a school catalogue, the night Alvy puts
in the red light.
The memories continue to flash on the screen: Annie and Alvy at a friend's
house, Alvy blowing the cocaine all over the sofa; Annie and Alvy playing
tennis; Annie and Alvy having a picture taken backstage at the college
performance in Annie's hometown; Alvy bolding Annie close, the night he came
over to kill the spider.
And continue: Annie carrying her luggage and clothes into Alvy's bedroom, Alvy
following, the day she first moved into his apartment. Annie holding up her
sexy birthday present from Alvy, then leaning over and kissing him; Annie and
Alvy walking down a city street, holding each other close; sitting on the park
bench, observing the people; and kissing, on the FDR Drive, the New York City
skyline behind them.
The music stops.
Returning to the present, the camera, focusing through the cafe window, shows
Annie and Alvy across street. They look about at the city traffic. Lunch is
over; it's time.
Alvy and Annie shake hands and kiss each other friendly like. Annie crosses
the street, Alvy watching her go. Then he turns, and slowly walks down the
street off screen. His voice is heard over the scene:
After that it got pretty late. And we
both hadda go, but it was great seeing
Annie again, right? I realized what a
terrific person she was and-and how much
fun it was just knowing her and I-I
thought of that old joke, you know, this-
this-this guy goes to a psychiatrist and
says, "Doc, uh, my brother's crazy. He
thinks he's a chicken." And, uh, the
doctor says, "Well, why don't you turn
him in?" And the guy says, "I would, but
I need the eggs." Well, I guess that's
pretty much how how I feet about
relationships. You know, they're totally
irrational and crazy and absurd and ...
but, uh, I guess we keep goin' through it
because, uh, most of us need the eggs.
credits popping on and of in white.