By Mandi Bierly
Updated January 29, 2009 at 04:00 PM EST

“God, you’re so the opposite. I mean, you write that absolutely fabulous television show. It’s brilliantly funny, and his view is so Scandinavian. It’s beak, my God. I mean, all that Kierkegaard, right? Real adolescent, you know, fashionable pessimism. I mean, The Silence. God’s silence. Okay, okay, okay. I mean, I loved it when I was a Radcliffe, but, I mean, all right, you outgrow it. You absolutely outgrow it…. No, no, no, no, no. Don’t you see? Don’t you guys see that it is the dignifying of one’s own psychological and sexual hang-ups by attaching them to these grandiose philosophical issues, that’s what it is…. Hey, listen. I don’t even wanna have this conversation. I mean, really. I mean, I’m just from Philadelphia, you know. I mean, we believe in God, so uh… okay?” — Mary (Diane Keaton), denying the genius of director Ingmar Bergman to Isaac (Woody Allen), in 1979’s Manhattan