a scene from the movie "Play It Again, Sam"
Woody Allen (looking at painting): That's quite a lovely Jackson Pollock, isn't it?
Girl in Museum: Yes it is.
WA: What does it say to you?
GiM: 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 straightjacket in a black absurd cosmos.
WA: What are you doing Saturday night?
GiM: Committing suicide.
Woody Allen: What about Friday night?
Girl in museum: [leaves silently]
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