At the art gallery Felix (Allen), a sex-starved film critic, is visiting an art gallery to try to pick up girls. Here's the conversation he has with one likely lady.
Felix: That's quite a lovely Jackson Pollock, isn't it?
Girl: Yes it is.
Felix: What does it say to you?
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.
Felix: What are you doing Saturday night?
Girl: Committing suicide.
Felix: What about Friday night?
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