Near the end of Manhattan, Woody Allen lies on a couch and talks into a tape recorder:

Well, all right, why is life worth living? That’s a very good question. Well, there are certain things, I guess, that make it worthwhile.  Like what? OK… for me…Ooh, I would say Groucho Marx, to name one thing. And Willie Mays.And… the second movement of the Jupiter Symphony. And… Louis Armstrong’s recording of Potato Head Blues. Swedish movies, naturally. Sentimental Education by Flaubert. Marlon Brando, Frank Sinatra. Those incredible apples and pears by Cezanne. The crabs at Sam Wo’s. Tracy’s face.

I’ve never sat down and come up with a list myself but last night a friend of mine showed me the folloing Laurel and Hardy clip. Now, I’ve never been enamoured with Laurel and Hardy in the same way I am with Buster Keaton or the Marx Brothers, but this scene brightened my week and reminded me of some things really do make life worth living.