Well, I didn't start out spying. I thought I'd surprise you. Pick you up after school.
Yeah, but you wanted to keep the relationship flexible. Remember, it's your phrase.
Oh stop it, you're having an affair with your college professor, that jerk that teaches that incredible crap course, Contemporary Crisis in Western Man...
Existential Motifs in Russian Literature. You're really close.
What's the difference? It's all mental masturbation.
Oh, well, now we're finally getting to a subject you know something about.
Hey, don't knock masturbation. It's sex with someone I love.
We're not having an affair. He's married. He just happens to think I'm neat.
Neat! What are you, 12 years old? That's one of your Chippewa Falls expressions.
Who cares? Who cares?
Next thing, you know, he'll find you keen and peachy, you know. Next thing, you know, he's got his hand on your ass.
You've always had hostility towards David, ever since I mentioned him.
Dave? You call your teacher David?
It's his name.
It's a Biblical name, right? What does he call you, Bathsheba?
Alvy, Alvy, you're the one who never wanted to make a real commitment. You don't think I'm smart enough. We had that argument just last month, or don't you remember that day?
