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-ALVY: Oh, hi, Duane, how's it going?
-DUANE: This is my room.
-ALVY: Oh, yeah? Is terrific.
-DUANE: Can I confess something? 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 gasoline.
-ALVY: Right, well, I have to, I have to go now, Duane, because I'm due back on the planet earth.
Woody Allen, Annie Hall.
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