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| SteveAdmin |
Posted: July 05, 2004 02:17 pm
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So many gems. Here's a few
The opening line of Issac's great American novel. Isaac Davis: (V.O.) Chapter One. He was as tough and romantic as the city he loved. Beneath his black-rimmed glasses was the coiled sexual power of a jungle cat. I love this. New York was his town, and it always would be... Sex and the city.... Male, Jewish and Seventies style... Party Guest: I finally had an orgasm, and my doctor said it was the wrong kind. Isaac Davis: You had the wrong kind? I've never had the wrong kind, ever. My worst one was right on the money. ============================================= Mary Wilke: Don't psychoanalyze me. I pay a doctor for that. Isaac Davis: Hey, you call that guy that you talk to a doctor? I mean, you don't get suspicious when your analyst calls you at home at three in the morning and weeps into the telephone? Mary Wilke: Alright, so he's unorthodox. He's a highly qualified doctor. Isaac Davis: He's done a great job on you, y'know. Your self esteem is like a notch below Kafka's. -------------------- |
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