Manhattan

Isaac Davis: She's 17. I'm 42 and she's 17. I'm older than her father, can you believe that? I'm dating a girl, wherein, I can beat up her father
Tracy: Let's fool around, it'll take your mind off it.
Isaac Davis: Hey, how many times a night can you, how, how often can you make love in an evening?
Tracy: Well, a lot.
Isaac Davis: Yeah! I can tell, a lot. That's, well, a lot is my favorite number.

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[On her ex-husband]

Mary Wilke: I was tired of submerging my identity to a very brilliant, dominating man. He's a genius.
Isaac Davis: Oh really, he was a genius, Helen's a genius and Dennis is a genius. You know a lot of geniuses, y'know. You should meet some stupid people once in a while, y'know, you could learn something.
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Isaac Davis: It's an interesting group of people, your friends are.
Mary Wilke: I know.
Isaac Davis: Like the cast of a Fellini movie.

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Pequenas grandes histórias que se desenrolam num mundo a preto&branco.
Ruas movimentadas, pessoas complexas, vidas pouco normalizadas, relações esquisitas e desequilibradas, personagens quase esquizofrénicas na sua maneira de encarar o amor.
Tudo, em grandes trocas de palavras, em diálogos deliciosos, em que Woody Allen faz de si mesmo e não nos cansa, onde Meryl Streep dá o ar da sua graça e onde Diane Keaton é a mulher dos nossos tempos. Informada, culta, impertinente, desagradável, muito ocupada e emocionalmente perdida.
È o estranho mundo das relações entre as pessoas...