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.