Manhattan (1979) Written and directed by Woody Allen. Mariel Hemingway as Tracy and Woody Allen as Isaac Davis.
Isaac: Where the hell does a little Radcliffe tootsie come off rating Scott Fitzgerald and Gustav Mahler and, and Heinrich Boll?
Tracy: I don’t understand why you’re getting so mad.
Isaac: I’m mad because I don’t like that pseudo-intellectual garbage that she… Pedantic! “Van Goch!” Did you hear that? She said “Van Goch.” I couldn’t… Like an Arab she spoke. I couldn’t… And if she had made one more remark about Bergman, I woulda knocked her other contact lens out.
Tracy: What, is she Yale’s mistress?
Isaac: That will never cease to mystify me. I mean, he’s got a wonderful wife and he prefers to, to… diddle this little yo-yo that, that, you know, and uh, but he was always a sucker for, those kinda women. You know, the kind that, that would involve him in discussions of existential reality. You know? They probably sit around on the floor with wine and cheese and mispronounce “allegorical” and “didacticism.”
Tracy: Well, I get the feeling that Yale really likes her.
Isaac: Well I, I’m old fashioned. I don’t believe in extramarital relationships. I think people should mate for life like… pigeons or… Catholics.
Tracy: I don’t know, maybe people weren’t meant to have one deep relationship. Maybe we’re meant to have, you know, a series of relationships of different lengths. I mean that kind of thing’s gone out of date.
Isaac: Hey, don’t tell me what’s gone out of date, ok? You’re seventeen years old. You were brought up on drugs and television and the pill. I, I, I was World War II. I was in the trenches.
Tracy: You were eight in World War II.
Isaac: That’s right I was never in the trenches. I was caught right in the middle. It was a very tough position.
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