Play It Again, Sam (1972 film)

1972 film by Herbert Ross

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.

Allan Felix

  • [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

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


Nancy: My lawyer will call your lawyer.
Allan: I don't have a lawyer. Have him call my doctor.

Dick: [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: There's a phone booth on the corner. You want me to run downstairs and get the number? You'll be passing it.

Allan: You want a Fresca with a Darvon?
Linda: Unless you have some apple juice.
Allan: Apple juice and Darvon is fantastic together!
Linda: Have you ever had Librium and tomato juice?
Allan: No, I haven't personally, but another neurotic tells me they're unbelievable.
Dick: Could I get a coke with nothing in it?

Dick: [to Linda Christie, about Allan Felix] He was always very fussy.
Allan: [to Linda and Dick Christie] Yes, but look at the results.
Dick: [to Allan Felix] Yes, you never went out.

Allan: That's quite a lovely Jackson Pollock, isn't it?
Museum girl: Yes, it is.
Allan: 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: What are you doing Saturday night?
Museum girl: Committing suicide.
Allan: 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: 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: 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: 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: Allan? Are you busy?
Allan: [stops working] What're you doing here?
Linda: [sighs] I don't feel so hot.
Allan: Whatsa matter?
Linda: What do you have for an anxiety attack? I need a tranquilizer.
Allan: I got everything. I'm a drug store. [starts going through his pockets] What's wrong?
Linda: I have this throbbing in the pit of my stomach.
Allan: Yeah, well how do you know it's anxiety? How do you know it's not fear?
Linda: Oh, my stomach feels jumpy.
Allan: Yeah, you find it hard to breathe?
Linda: Yeah, a little. I feel frightened, and I don't know what over.
Allan: Yeah, I get that.
Linda: What is it, fear or anxiety?
Allan: Homosexual panic. [hands her some pills]

Nancy: Don't listen to him!
Bogart: Don't listen to her.
Allan: Fellas, we're in a supermarket.

Allan: 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?
Bogart: You're getting carried away. You think too much. Just do it.
Allan: We're platonic friends. I can't spoil that by coming on. She'll slap my face.
Bogart: Oh, I've had my face slapped plenty of times.
Allan: Yeah, but your glasses don't go flying across the room.

Allan: I have met a lot of dames, but you are really something special.
Linda: Really?
Allan: [to Bogart] She bought it!

Allan: 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: That's beautiful!
Allan: It's from Casablanca. I've waited my whole life to say it.

Bogart: That was great. You've, uh, you've really developed yourself a little style.
Allan: Yeah, I do have a certain amount of style, don't I?
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: 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.
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: Would you like us to call a doctor?
Allan: No, no, I could use a three foot band-aid.

Allan: This is a beautiful beach house.
Linda: Thank you.
Allan: Yeah, let's burn it down for the insurance money.

Allan: Here, I got you a present because it's your birthday.
Linda: How'd you know?
Allan: Well, you mentioned the date, and I remembered because it's the same day my mother had her hysterectomy.

Dick: Allan, the world is full of eligible women.
Allan: 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: 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: Who are you going to fix me up with, General Motors?

Linda: Maybe if you just leaned across the candlelight and kissed her.
Allan: I tried. She used to say, "Christ, not here, everybody's staring."

Dick: You know any other girls?
Linda: I don't know if any of my friends are his type. I mean, most of the girls I know are fairly normal.

Linda: I feel some sort of a mystical attraction for Van Gogh. Why is that?
Allan: 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: That's the kind of thing you would do for a girl.
Allan: I'd really have to like her a lot.

Dick: What? You got into a fight?
Allan: Yep.
Dick: With who?
Allan: Some guys were getting tough with Julie. I had to teach them a lesson.
Dick: Are you all right?
Allan: 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: You were fantastic last night in bed.
Linda: Oh, thanks.
Allan: How do you feel now?
Linda: I think the Pepto Bismol helped.

Bogart: Now move closer to her.
Allan: How close?
Bogart: The length of your lips.
Allan: That's very close.

Allan: [preparing room for guests] Got just the thing, my hundred yard dash medal.
Linda: Oh you're joking. You're not going to leave out a track medal.
Allan: Why not? I paid 20 dollars for it.

Allan: 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: You're mature, Allen, and very wise.
Allan: The key to wiseness is maturiositude.