Annie Hall Page #8

ANNIE:

Huh? Oh, yeah.

EXT. STREET-DAY

Cars are parked on both sides of the street as the VW rounds the corner.

ANNIE:

I live over here. Oh, my God! Look!

There's a parking space!

With brakes squealing, Annie turns the VW sharply into the parking spot.

Annie and Alvy get out, Alvy looking over his shoulder as he leaves the car.

ALVY:

That's okay, you ... we-we can walk to

the curb from here.

ANNIE:

Don't be funny.

ALVY:

You want your tennis stuff?

ANNIE:

Huh? Oh ... yeah.

ALVY:

You want your gear? Here you go.

Alvy reaches into the back of the car and takes out tennis equipment. He

hands her her things. People pass by on the street.

ANNIE:

(Laughing)

Yeah, thanks. Thanks a lot. Well...

ALVY:

(Sighing)

Well, thanks, thank you. You-you're

a wonderful tennis player.

ANNIE:

(Laughing)

Oh.

Alvy shakes hands with Annie.

ALVY:

You're the worst driver I've ever seen

in my life . . . that's including any place

... the worst ... Europe, United ... any

place ... Asia.

ANNIE:

(Laughing)

Yeah.

ALVY:

And I love what you're wearin'.

Alvy touches the tie Annie is wearing around her neck.

ANNIE:

Oh, you do? Yeah? Oh, well, it's uh

... this is, uh ... this tie is a present,

from Grammy Hall.

Annie flips the bottom of the tie.

ALVY:

Who? Grammy? Grammy Hall?

ANNIE:

(Laughing and nodding her head)

Yeah, my grammy.

ALVY:

You're jo- Whatta yuh kid- What did you

do, grow up in a Norman Rockwell painting?

ANNIE:

(Laughing)

Yeah, I know.

ALVY:

Your grammy!

ANNIE:

I know, it's pretty silly, isn't it?

ALVY:

Jesus, my-my grammy ... n-never gave

gifts, you know. She-she wastoo busy

getting raped by Cossacks.

ANNIE:

(Laughing)

Well ...

ALVY:

Well ... thank you again.

ANNIE:

Oh, yeah, yeah.

ALVY:

I'll see yuh.

ANNIE:

(Overlapping, gesturing)

Hey, well, listen ... hey, you wanna

come upstairs and, uh ... and have a

glass of wine and something? Aw, no,

I mean ... I mean, you don't have to,

you're probably late and everything else ...

ALVY:

No, no, that'll be fine. I don't mind. Sure.

ANNIE:

You sure?

ALVY:

(Overlapping)

No, I got time.

ANNIE:

Okay.

ALVY:

Sure, I got ... I got nothing, uh,

nothing till my analyst's appointment.

They move toward Annie's apartment building.

ANNIE:

Oh, you see an analyst?

ALVY:

Y-y-yeah, just for fifteen years.

ANNIE:

Fifteen years?

ALVY:

Yeah, uh, I'm gonna give him one more

year and then I'm goin' to Lourdes.

ANNIE:

Fifteen-aw, come on, you're . . . yeah,

really?

INT. ANNIE'S APARTMENT

Alvy, standing, looks around the apartment. There are lots of books, framed

photographs on the white wall. A terrace can be seen from the window. He

picks up a copy of Ariet, by Sylvia Platb, as Annie comes out of the kitchen

carrying two glasses. She hands them to Alvy.

ALVY:

Sylvia Plath.

ANNIE:

M'hm...

ALVY:

Interesting poetess whose tragic suicide

was misinterpreted as romantic, by the

college-girl mentality.

ANNIE:

Oh, yeah.

ALVY:

Oh, sorry.

ANNIE:

Right. Well, I don't know, I mean, uh,

some of her poems seem - neat, you know.

ALVY:

Neat?

ANNIE:

Neat, yeah.

ALVY:

Uh, I hate to tell yuh, this is nineteen

seventy-five, you know that "neat" went

out, I would say, at the turn of the

century.

(Annie laughs)

Who-who are-who are those photos on

the wall?

ANNIE:

(Moving over to the photographs)

Oh ... oh, well, you see now now, uh,

that's my dad, that's Father-and that's

my ... brother, Duane.

ALVY:

Duane?

ANNIE:

(Pointing)

Yeah, right, Duane-and over there is

Grammy Hall, and that's Sadie.

ALVY:

Well, who's Sadie?

ANNIE:

Sadie? Oh, well, Sadie...

(Laughing)

Sadie met Grammy through, uh, through

Grammy's brother George. Uh, George was

real sweet, you know, he had that thing.

What is that thing where you, uh, where

you, uh, fall asleep in the middle of a

sentence, you know-what is it? Uh ...

ALVY:

Uh, narcolepsy.

ANNIE:

Narcolepsy, right, right. Right. So,

anyway, so ...

(Laughing)

George, uh, went to the union, see, to

get his free turkey, be-because, uh, the

union always gave George this big turkey

at Christmas time because he was ...

(Annie points her fingers to each

side of her head, indicating George

was a little crazy)

shell-shocked, you know what I mean, in the

First World War.

(Laughing hysterically, she opens

a cabinet door and takes out a

bottle of wine)

Anyway, so, so ...

(Laughing through the speech)

George is standing in line, oh, just a sec

...uh, getting his free turkey, but the

thing is, he falls asleep and he never

wakes up. So, so...

(Laughing)

so, he's dead ...

(Laughing)

he's dead. Yeah. Oh, dear. Well,

terrible, huh, wouldn't you say? I

mean, that's pretty unfortunate.

Annie unscrews the bottle of wine, silent now after her speech.

ALVY:

Yeah, it's a great story, though, I

mean, I... I ... it really made my day.

Hey, I think I should get outta here,

you know, 'cause I think I'm imposing,

you know ...

ANNIE:

(Laughing)

Oh, really? Oh, well ... uh, uh, maybe,

uh, maybe, we, uh ...

ALVY:

... and ... uh, yeah, uh ... uh, you

know, I-I-I...

They move outside to the terrace, Alvy still holding the glasses, Annie the

wine. They stand in front of the railing, Annie pouring the wine into the

held-out glasses.

ANNIE:

Well, I mean, you don't have to, you know.

ALVY:

No, I know, but ... but, you know, I'm

all perspired and everything.

ANNIE:

Well, didn't you take, uh ... uh, a

shower at the club?

ALVY:

Me? No, no, no, 'cause I never shower

in a public place.

ANNIE:

(Laughing)

Why not?

ALVY:

'Cause I don't like to get naked in front

of another man, you know-it's, uh ...

ANNIE:

(Laughing)

Oh, I see, I see.

ALVY:

You know, I don't like to show my body

to a man of my gender-

ANNIE:

Yeah. Oh, yeah. Yeah, I see. I guess-

ALVY:

-'cause, uh, you never know what's

gonna happen.

ANNIE:

(Sipping her wine and laughing)

Fifteen years, huh?

ALVY:

Fifteen years, yeah.

ANNIE:

Yeah. Oh, God bless!

Theyput their glasses together in a toast.

ALVY:

God bless.

ANNIE:

(Laughing)

Well, uh ...

(Pausing)

You're what Grammy Hall would call a

real Jew.

ALVY:

(Clearing his throat)

Oh, thank you.

ANNIE:

(Smiling)

Yeah, well ... you-She hates Jews. She

thinks that they just make money, but let

me tell yuh, I mean, she's the one yeah,

is she ever. I'm tellin' yuh.

ALVY:

(pointing toward the apartment

after a short pause)

So, did you do shoot the photographs

in there or what?

ANNIE:

(Nodding, her hand on her hip)

Yeah, yeah, I sorta dabble around, you know.

Annie's thoughts pop on the screen as she talks: I dabble? Listen to me-what

a jerk!

ALVY:

They're ... they're... they're wonderful,

you know. They have ... they have, uh

... a ... a quality.

As do Alvy's:
You are a great-looking girl

ANNIE:

Well, I-I-I would-I would like to take

a serious photography course soon.

Again, Annie's thoughts pop on: He probably thinks I'm a yo-yo

ALVY:

Photography's interesting, 'cause, you

know, it's-it's a new art form, and a,

uh, a set of aesthetic criteria have

not emerged yet.

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