The hideous lonely emptiness of existence

- (Allan) : That's quite a lovely Jackson Pollock, isn't it?

- (Museum Girl) : Yes, it is.

- What does it say to you?

- It restates the negativeness of the universe. The hideous lonely emptiness of existence. Nothingness. The predicament of Man forced to live in a barren, Godless eternity like a tiny flame flickering in an immense void with nothing but waste, horror and degradation, forming a useless bleak straitjacket in a black absurd cosmos.

- What are you doing Saturday night?

- Committing suicide.

- What about Friday night?

Herbert Ross, Play it Again, Sam (1972)

d'après une pièce de Woody Allen