"My story is, whatever works as long as you don't hurt anybody. Any way you can filtch a little joy in this life cruel and pointless life, that's my story."
And I loved his story. This story. But moving on to you, even if you're not a fan of Woody Allen's movies, even if you get bored and don't get half the jokes, even if you happen to be a baton twirler, what Boris Yelnikoff says in the end of the movie should make sense anyway and trigger the self-loving or hedonism button in you. Or if it's already on, then it should make you most content about the way you spent the last hour and a half. I know my smirk is there for a reason.
"I happen to hate New Year's celebrations. Everybody desperate to have fun. Trying to celebrate in some pathetic little way. Celebrate what? A step closer to the grave? That's why I can't say enough times, whatever love you can get and give, whatever happiness you can filch or provide, every temporary measure of grace, whatever works. And don't kid yourself. Because its by no means up to your own human ingenuity. A bigger part of your existence is luck, than you'd like to admit. Christ, you know the odds of your fathers one sperm from the billions, finding the single egg that made you. Don't think about it, you'll have a panic attack."
Gimme a "hallelujah!" for awesome movies. :)