ANNIE
(Looking back at Alvy)
Alvy, uh, let's face it. You know
something, don't think our relationship
is working.
ALVY
Tsch, I know. A relationship, I think,
is-is like a shark, you know? It has
to constantly move forward or it dies.
(He sighs)
And I think what we got on our hands
(Clearing his throat)
is a dead shark.
(Annie Hall)