Play it again, Sam

Allan: That’s quite a lovely Jackson Pollack, 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?
Allan: What did I do? I’m not Bogart, I never will be. I’m a disgrace to my sex. I should get a job at Arabian palace as a eunuch.
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Comment by mr
# Saturday 23/Jul/05,
You already got it :P