Speaking of favorite montages--though I admit being the film rube I am I'm not even sure this really is one--I have the screenplay of Thirty-Two Short Films About Glenn Gould here and was flipping through it and remembering the scene where Gould goes into a truck stop to have breakfast (all bundled up & anonymous) and begins eavesdropping on people's conversations, first one strand (a busted flirtation) then another (two truckers swapping road stories), the camera cutting from one conversation to the next with increasing rapidity, then occasionally back to Gould who is sitting at his table, listening, conducting what has obviously become a fugue with the tips of his fingers, until his food arrives and he puts a whole lot of ketchup on it.