we were caulkin' holes all day.
alvy.
this is my room.
can i confess something?
i tell you this because, as an artist, i think you'll understand. sometimes when i'm driving .  on the road at night .  i see two headlights coming toward me. fast. i have this sudden impulse to turn the wheel quickly, head-on into the oncoming car. i can anticipate the explosion. the sound of shattering glass. the .  flames rising out of the flowing gasoline.