苦月亮 Bitter Moon (1992)【完整台词】
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I still can't believe
we're really on our way.
Nor can I.
It's so fantastic.
Thank you, darling.
Oh, don't run away.
I won't be a second.
Fiona.
Fiona.
Come on.
You can't stay here.
Nigel:
What's the matter?
Can you give me a hand?
Yeah.
Try, dear.
There we are.
God.
Ohh!
There we go.
That's better.
I'm going to wipe away
those tears, huh?
Oh, God.
Take a deep breath.
Take a deep breath.
You'll feel better.
A deep breath of fresh air,
that's what you need.
Here.
There.
You're very pretty.
Oh.
There we are.
There.
Are you going to Istanbul?
Yes.
Then we're flying on to Bombay.
How far are you going?
Oh...
Further.
Much further.
But why on earth go to India?
I think we needed a break
from the rat race, really,
and, you know, India's got
so much to teach the west,
doesn't it?
Really?
What, for example?
Well, um... You know,
inner serenity,
that kind of stuff.
Ahh! The karma-nirvana
syndrome.
Lot of poppycock, I'm afraid.
No, India's all flies,
smells, and beggars,
and as for serenity,
it's the noisiest place
on earth. Ha ha ha ha!
Well, if you say so, I'm sure.
Now, I'm sure Mr. Singh
is just being modest
about his own part of the world.
Anyway, I can't wait
to get there, darling.
You see, it's my
anniversary treat.
We've been married for 7 years.
Ahh! So it's a form
of marital therapy.
It's quite unnecessary,
dear lady.
With a wife as beautiful
as yourself,
any man would be proof
against the 7-year itch, what?
Ha ha ha ha ha! Yeah.
You tired, sweetheart?
Absolutely whacked.
Must be all this sea air.
Yeah.
How about a nightcap?
Mm, how about bed?
Oh, come on, darling, just one.
No, honestly not.
You go.
Just take me to my cabin.
I'm out on my feet.
Well, if you're sure.
I'm certain.
Anyway, it's bad
for an old married couple
to be glued together
all the time.
♪ To treat him right ♪
♪ Now you've listened
to my story ♪
♪ Here's the point
that I have made ♪
♪ Chicks were born
to give you fever ♪
♪ Be it fahrenheit ♪
♪ Or centigrade ♪
♪ They give you fever ♪
♪ When you kiss them ♪
♪ Fever if you live and learn ♪
♪ Fever ♪
♪ Till you sizzle ♪
♪ What a lovely way to burn ♪
♪ What a lovely way to burn ♪
What will it be, sir?
♪ What a lovely way
to burn... ♪
Whiskey and soda, please.
Hello.
You feeling better?
Better than what?
You remember, the, um...
This afternoon
in the, uh...
In the loo, you...
The loo?
Is it your usual pickup routine?
Of course I remember.
I have a perfect memory...
When I feel like it.
Oh, right.
Is this some kind of game?
Yeah.
You want to dance?
Uh...
Well, I'm not much of a dancer.
That figures.
What's your name?
Nigel Dobson.
Hi.
OK, Nigel,
amuse me.
Say something funny.
Um...
Blimey.
Well, you're French, aren't you?
I can tell from your accent.
I mean, your English
is very, very good,
but, uh, for some reason,
I can always tell with frogs.
Sorry.
Stupid thing to say.
Just slipped out.
Schoolboy expression.
Comes from working in the city.
I'm a eurobond dealer,
and we're always
calling people frogs.
You're right. Boring.
Um... But, anyway,
you call us--you call us
roast beef, don't you?
They're roast beef.
I think that's how you
pronounce it, anyway.
You're too funny for me, Nigel.
I'm choking with laughter.
So long.
I leave you to your magnetic,
irresistible personality.
Romantic, isn't it?
Yeah, it is.
Splendid.
You're Nigel, aren't you?
Yeah.
Sorry.
Do I know you?
Beware of her.
Right.
She's a walking man trap.
Sorry, I don't know what
you're talking about.
Sure, you do.
I'm her husband.
Look what she did to me.
I'm sorry.
Let me ask you something, Nigel.
You don't mind
if I call you Nigel, do you?
What do you think of her?
Well, if you mean
who I think you mean,
um...
She's very good-looking.
Good-looking. Yeah, sure.
All of that and more.
She gives you
a hard-on, doesn't she?
I beg your pardon?
Come on, Nigel,
don't be so British.
You'd like to fuck her.
Admit it. It's no crime.
I've no idea what
you're driving at.
Cut the crap!
You're itching to know
some more about her, aren't you?
Well, aren't you?
Here.
Do me a favor, would you, Nigel?
Help me over the goddamn
step here, would you?
They don't design
these boats for my kind.
Yeah, sure.
Get inside there.
Grab the wheels.
The wheels.
Up.
Uh... Uh...
Yaah...
Oh...
Oh, I hate these fucking boats.
It's good of you to take pity
on an obnoxious cripple.
we're really on our way.
Nor can I.
It's so fantastic.
Thank you, darling.
Oh, don't run away.
I won't be a second.
Fiona.
Fiona.
Come on.
You can't stay here.
Nigel:
What's the matter?
Can you give me a hand?
Yeah.
Try, dear.
There we are.
God.
Ohh!
There we go.
That's better.
I'm going to wipe away
those tears, huh?
Oh, God.
Take a deep breath.
Take a deep breath.
You'll feel better.
A deep breath of fresh air,
that's what you need.
Here.
There.
You're very pretty.
Oh.
There we are.
There.
Are you going to Istanbul?
Yes.
Then we're flying on to Bombay.
How far are you going?
Oh...
Further.
Much further.
But why on earth go to India?
I think we needed a break
from the rat race, really,
and, you know, India's got
so much to teach the west,
doesn't it?
Really?
What, for example?
Well, um... You know,
inner serenity,
that kind of stuff.
Ahh! The karma-nirvana
syndrome.
Lot of poppycock, I'm afraid.
No, India's all flies,
smells, and beggars,
and as for serenity,
it's the noisiest place
on earth. Ha ha ha ha!
Well, if you say so, I'm sure.
Now, I'm sure Mr. Singh
is just being modest
about his own part of the world.
Anyway, I can't wait
to get there, darling.
You see, it's my
anniversary treat.
We've been married for 7 years.
Ahh! So it's a form
of marital therapy.
It's quite unnecessary,
dear lady.
With a wife as beautiful
as yourself,
any man would be proof
against the 7-year itch, what?
Ha ha ha ha ha! Yeah.
You tired, sweetheart?
Absolutely whacked.
Must be all this sea air.
Yeah.
How about a nightcap?
Mm, how about bed?
Oh, come on, darling, just one.
No, honestly not.
You go.
Just take me to my cabin.
I'm out on my feet.
Well, if you're sure.
I'm certain.
Anyway, it's bad
for an old married couple
to be glued together
all the time.
♪ To treat him right ♪
♪ Now you've listened
to my story ♪
♪ Here's the point
that I have made ♪
♪ Chicks were born
to give you fever ♪
♪ Be it fahrenheit ♪
♪ Or centigrade ♪
♪ They give you fever ♪
♪ When you kiss them ♪
♪ Fever if you live and learn ♪
♪ Fever ♪
♪ Till you sizzle ♪
♪ What a lovely way to burn ♪
♪ What a lovely way to burn ♪
What will it be, sir?
♪ What a lovely way
to burn... ♪
Whiskey and soda, please.
Hello.
You feeling better?
Better than what?
You remember, the, um...
This afternoon
in the, uh...
In the loo, you...
The loo?
Is it your usual pickup routine?
Of course I remember.
I have a perfect memory...
When I feel like it.
Oh, right.
Is this some kind of game?
Yeah.
You want to dance?
Uh...
Well, I'm not much of a dancer.
That figures.
What's your name?
Nigel Dobson.
Hi.
OK, Nigel,
amuse me.
Say something funny.
Um...
Blimey.
Well, you're French, aren't you?
I can tell from your accent.
I mean, your English
is very, very good,
but, uh, for some reason,
I can always tell with frogs.
Sorry.
Stupid thing to say.
Just slipped out.
Schoolboy expression.
Comes from working in the city.
I'm a eurobond dealer,
and we're always
calling people frogs.
You're right. Boring.
Um... But, anyway,
you call us--you call us
roast beef, don't you?
They're roast beef.
I think that's how you
pronounce it, anyway.
You're too funny for me, Nigel.
I'm choking with laughter.
So long.
I leave you to your magnetic,
irresistible personality.
Romantic, isn't it?
Yeah, it is.
Splendid.
You're Nigel, aren't you?
Yeah.
Sorry.
Do I know you?
Beware of her.
Right.
She's a walking man trap.
Sorry, I don't know what
you're talking about.
Sure, you do.
I'm her husband.
Look what she did to me.
I'm sorry.
Let me ask you something, Nigel.
You don't mind
if I call you Nigel, do you?
What do you think of her?
Well, if you mean
who I think you mean,
um...
She's very good-looking.
Good-looking. Yeah, sure.
All of that and more.
She gives you
a hard-on, doesn't she?
I beg your pardon?
Come on, Nigel,
don't be so British.
You'd like to fuck her.
Admit it. It's no crime.
I've no idea what
you're driving at.
Cut the crap!
You're itching to know
some more about her, aren't you?
Well, aren't you?
Here.
Do me a favor, would you, Nigel?
Help me over the goddamn
step here, would you?
They don't design
these boats for my kind.
Yeah, sure.
Get inside there.
Grab the wheels.
The wheels.
Up.
Uh... Uh...
Yaah...
Oh...
Oh, I hate these fucking boats.
It's good of you to take pity
on an obnoxious cripple.
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