Play It Again, Sam (1972 film)

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Play It Again, Sam is a 1972 film about a man obsessed with the film Casablanca and the character of Rick Blaine.

Directed by Herbert Ross. Written by Woody Allen, based on his play of the same name.
It's still the same old story, a fight for love and glory.

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Allan Felix[edit]

  • [voiceover, after watching Casablanca] Who am I kidding? I'm not like that. I never was, I never will be. . . . That's strictly the movies.
  • I wonder if she actually had that orgasm in the two years we were married, or did she fake it that night?
  • [to Dick and Linda Christie] I'm going home. I think today I'm gonna brush all my teeth!
  • [in a dream sequence to Dream Sharon] Sorry I had to slap you around, but you got hysterical when I said, "No more."
  • [to Linda Christie] I had to go to Washington once when I was married, and though I was the one leaving, I got sick, and when I returned, my wife threw up.
  • No, my parents never got divorced, although I begged them to.
  • I'll get broads up here like you wouldn't believe: swingers, freaks, nymphomaniacs, dental hygienists.
  • I love the rain - it washes memories off the sidewalk of life.
  • [to Linda Christie] Look. Last night you felt like a woman, and I felt like a man . . . And that's the kind of thing those people do.

Dick Christie[edit]

  • [to Allan Felix and Diane Christie] The two of you should get married and move into a hospital.

Humphrey Bogart[edit]

  • Somewheres in life you got turned around. It's her job to smell good for you.
  • I never saw a dame yet that didn't understand a good slap in the mouth or a slug from a .45.

Dialogue[edit]

Nancy: My lawyer will call your lawyer.
Allan Felix: I don't have a lawyer. Have him call my doctor.
Dick Christie: [on the phone] I'll be at 362-9296 for a while, then I'll be at 648-0024 for about 15 minutes, then I'll be at 752-0420, and then I'll be home, at 621-4598. Yeah, right George, bye-bye.
Linda Christie: There's a phone booth on the corner. You want me to run downstairs and get the number? You'll be passing it.
Allan Felix: You want a Fresca with a Darvon?
Linda Christie: Unless you have some apple juice.
Allan Felix: Apple juice and Darvon is fantastic together!
Linda Christie: Have you ever had Librium and tomato juice?
Allan Felix: No, I haven't personally, but another neurotic tells me they're unbelievable.
Dick Christie: Could I get a coke with nothing in it?
Dick Christie: [to Linda Christie, about Allan Felix] He was always very fussy.
Allan Felix: [to Linda and Dick Christie] Yes, but look at the results.
Dick Christie: [to Allan Felix] Yes, you never went out.
Allan Felix: That's quite a lovely Jackson Pollock, isn't it?
Museum girl: Yes, it is.
Allan Felix: What does it say to you?
Museum girl: 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 straitjacket in a black, absurd cosmos.
Allan Felix: What are you doing Saturday night?
Museum girl: Committing suicide.
Allan Felix: What about Friday night?
Nancy: [as a fantasy appearance] Allan, what do you expect? Didn't I always say you were not the romantic type?
Allan Felix: Whatsa matter with me, Nancy?
Nancy: You're a dreamer. You're awkward. You're clumsy. They can see how desperate you are. You know this. You said it yourself.
Allan Felix: Look, don't go by that girl tonight. She was nothing. I was toying with her.
Nancy: Oh, face it, Allan. You may be very sweet, but you're not sexy.
Allan Felix: Oh, don't be so sure. You never said that when we were married.
Nancy: I was thinking it.
Linda walks into a projection room where she finds Allan fixing a projector.
Linda Christie: Allan? Are you busy?
Allan Felix: [stops working] What're you doing here?
Linda Christie: [sighs] I don't feel so hot.
Allan Felix: Whatsa matter?
Linda Christie: What do you have for an anxiety attack? I need a tranquilizer.
Allan Felix: I got everything. I'm a drug store. [starts going through his pockets] What's wrong?
Linda Christie: I have this throbbing in the pit of my stomach.
Allan Felix: Yeah, well how do you know it's anxiety? How do you know it's not fear?
Linda Christie: Oh, my stomach feels jumpy.
Allan Felix: Yeah, you find it hard to breathe?
Linda Christie: Yeah, a little. I feel frightened, and I don't know what over.
Allan Felix: Yeah, I get that.
Linda Christie: What is it, fear or anxiety?
Allan Felix: Homosexual panic. [hands her some pills]
Nancy: Don't listen to him!
Humphrey Bogart: Don't listen to her.
Allan Felix: Fellas, we're in a supermarket.
Allan Felix: I can't do it. How does it look? I invite her over and then come on like a sex degenerate. What am I, a rapist?
Humphrey Bogart: You're getting carried away. You think too much. Just do it.
Allan Felix: We're platonic friends. I can't spoil that by coming on. She'll slap my face.
Humphrey Bogart: Oh, I've had my face slapped plenty of times.
Allan Felix: Yeah, but your glasses don't go flying across the room.
Allan Felix: I have met a lot of dames, but you are really something special.
Linda Christie: Really?
Allan Felix: [to Humphrey Bogart] She bought it!
Allan Felix: If that plane leaves the ground, and you're not on it, you'll regret it, maybe not today maybe not tomorrow, but soon, and for the rest of your life.
Linda Christie: That's beautiful!
Allan Felix: It's from Casablanca. I've waited my whole life to say it.
Humphrey Bogart: That was great. You've, uh, you've really developed yourself a little style.
Allan Felix: Yeah, I do have a certain amount of style, don't I?
Humphrey Bogart: Well, I guess you won't be needing me any more. There's nothing I can tell you now that you don't already know.
Allan Felix: I guess that's so. I guess the secret's not being you, it's being me. True, you're - you're not too tall and kind of ugly, but - what the hell, I'm short enough and ugly enough to succeed on my own.
Humphrey Bogart: Hmmph. Here's looking at you, kid.
Dick Christie: Who were those guys?
Allan Felix: Oh, they said they were hairdressers, hard to believe though.
Linda Christie: Would you like us to call a doctor?
Allan Felix: No, no, I could use a three foot band-aid.
Allan Felix: This is a beautiful beach house.
Linda Christie: Thank you.
Allan Felix: Yeah, let's burn it down for the insurance money.
Allan Felix: Here, I got you a present because it's your birthday.
Linda Christie: How'd you know?
Allan Felix: Well, you mentioned the date, and I remembered because it's the same day my mother had her hysterectomy.
Dick Christie: Allan, the world is full of eligible women.
Allan Felix: Yeah, but not like Nancy. She was a lovely thing. I used to lay in bed at night and watch her sleep. Once in a while, she would wake up and catch me. She would let out a scream.
Dick Christie: Allan, you have invested your emotions in a losing stock, it was wiped out, it dropped off the board. Now what do you do Allan? You reinvest. Maybe in a more stable stock. Something with long term growth possibilities.
Allan Christie: Who are you going to fix me up with, General Motors?
Linda Christie: Maybe if you just leaned across the candlelight and kissed her.
Allan Felix: I tried. She used to say, "Christ, not here, everybody's staring."
Dick Christie: You know any other girls?
Linda Christie: I don't know if any of my friends are his type. I mean, most of the girls I know are fairly normal.
Linda Christie: I feel some sort of a mystical attraction for Van Gogh. Why is that?
Allan Felix: I don't know. I just know he was a great painter, and he cut off an ear for a girl that he loved.
Linda Christie: That's the kind of thing you would do for a girl.
Allan Felix: I'd really have to like her a lot.
Dick Christie: What? You got into a fight?
Allan Felix: Yep.
Dick Christie: With who?
Allan Felix: Some guys were getting tough with Julie. I had to teach them a lesson.
Dick Christie: Are you all right?
Allan Felix: Yeah, I'm fine. I snapped my chin down onto some guy's fist and hit another one in the knee with my nose.
Allan Felix: You were fantastic last night in bed.
Linda Christie: Oh, thanks.
Allan Felix: How do you feel now?
Linda Christie: I think the Pepto Bismol helped.
Humphrey Bogart: Now move closer to her.
Allan Felix: How close?
Humphrey Bogart: The length of your lips.
Allan Felix: That's very close.
Allan Felix: [preparing room for guests] Got just the thing, my hundred yard dash medal.
Linda Christie: Oh you're joking. You're not going to leave out a track medal.
Allan Christie: Why not? I paid 20 dollars for it.
Allan Felix: Maybe you move in with me for a while. As long as we handle this in a mature way. As long as I'm mature about it, you're mature about it. Both of us are mature, we can achieve a certain maturation, that guarantees maturiosity.
Linda Christie: You're mature, Allen, and very wise.
Allan Felix: The key to wiseness is maturiositude.

Cast[edit]

  • Humphrey Bogart and Ingrid Bergman appear in scenes from Casablanca as Richard "Rick" Blaine and Ilsa Lund, respectively.

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