达拉斯买家俱乐部 Dallas Buyers Club (2013)【完整台词】
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-: D3xt3r :-
DALLAS BUYERS CLUB
How much do you want, Neddie?
- Twenty times.
Fifty?
- Yeah, fifty.
Did ya hear Rock Hudson was a cock sucker?
Where'd ya hear that shit?!
It's called a newspaper.
Right there.
It's a shame, ain't it?
All that fine Hollywood pussy,
just'll being wasted.
On a guy who smokes his friends.
Rog, this ain't the sandbox.
Twenty's the minimum.
C'mon.
Shit..goddamn.
Lazy cheap sonofabitch.
- alright, fine.
Look at him...
look at him.
Who the hell's Rock Hudson, anyway?
He's an actor, dumbass!
You ever seen, 'North by NorthWest'?
Calm the nerves, brother.
It's your day, I can feel it.
I don't know, Ron.
- Oh, I do. Eight seconds.
Look at this? Hey, hey?
Six hundred and forty bucks.
Now, if you can do that?
You're gonna be gettin blown by..
a hundred dollar hooker, before
you can scrape the bullshit off your boots, brother.
Beat that, motherfucker.
You ready?
..three one thousand...
Fuck that!
Ron, get back here!
You fake fucker!
C'mon, get him behind that fence!
Come on!
Tucker!
I need you to arrest me.
- Fuck off, Woodroof.
Get me outta this shit.
- Looks like you got a few pissed off customers.
Tucker, You gonna cuff me or not?
- No, figure it out yourself!
Son of a bitch.
Back off!
or, I'll arrest all of you.
Son of a bitch.
They're gonna kick the shit out of you
some day, Woodroof.
Maybe worse.
Yeah.
Gotta die somehow.
Handle your business, huh?
Get your shit together.
Shit, Tuck. You're startin' to sound like
your goddamn old man.
How's he doin' any way?
There's good days and bad.
Ah, he's a tough one, Al.
I just can't imagine how disappointed
he must be havin' a cop for a son.
Get the fuck outta my car.
Thanks for the lift, Nate.
You okay?
You rattled my fuckin' brain.
What brain?
Alright, Clinto.
That shit is purer than
a preacher daughter's pussy. Right there.
Not after you just coughed
your lungs all over it.
One dollar.
I got ya dollar.
Hell yeah.
Hey!
You think anymore 'bout Saudi Arabia?
They need guys over there.
Fuck, no!
What do you wanna go work
for a buncha sand niggas anyway, huh?
Cos, they pay five times
as much, that's why.
Mmhmm.
That's right.
I'm signing up.
They got hot ass over there?
It's a Muslim country.
You can't fuck the women.
Now, that takes me out right then.
- Woodroof,
there's been an accident on platform five.
They need an electrician right away!
- Yes, Sir!
Alright, I'll check y'all later.
- Alright, Adios.
Let me see that preacher daughter's pussy.
Dumb ass, spic.
Damn! How'd you get your leg in there?
Any ambulance coming?
He's illegal.
Call that fucking ambulance.
Call it! Fuck.
I'm gonna shut it down.
Platform 5, A2..
man down...man down!
His leg's caught in the rail...
Mr. Woodroof.
I see you've found our stash.
I'm Dr. Sevard.
Ah, why don't you..
..go ahead and hop up here
for me. If you don't mind?
Thank you.
Ahhh.
We saw something which...
which concerned us.
In your initial blood work.
So, we ran some additional tests.
It's your blood tests.
What kinda blood tests?
cause.. I don't use drugs.
- We didn't test your blood for drugs.
Oh good,
cause, that ain't none of y'all business anyway.
That's all right.
Uhmm..
You've tested positive for HIV --
Which is the virus that causes AIDS.
Are you fucking kidding me?
I'm like that fuckin' Rock
cock-suckin' Hudson bullshit?!
Mr. Woodroof.
Have you ever used intravenous drugs?
Have you ever engaged in
homosexual conduct?
Homo? Did you say, Homo?
- Yeah.
That's what you said..isn't it?
Are you fucking kidding me?
I ain't no faggot, motherfucker.
I don't even know, no fucking faggots.
Look at me.
What do you see..huh?
A goddamn rodeo is what you see!
Mr. Woodroof?
- Alright, just fuckin' watch it.
Mr. Woodroof, can you just..
No, I can't do shit!
You speak fucking English motherfucker!
Calling me a motherfucking faggot.
I'll rip your fuckin' ass boy!
Your T-cell count is down to nine,
A healthy person has between
five hundred and fifteen hundred.
Frankly, we're surprised you're even alive.
Surprise this:
you've made a fuckin' mistake!
You must've mixed my blood with
some daisy puller or sumptin.
Cos, that shit ain't me.
- We ran the blood test several times.
Here's some information about HIV and AIDS
you may find informative.
These are your test results.
Mr. Woodroof,
If you could listen to me for a moment.
I know this can be a very scary thing.
And, you're probably feeling alone right now.
But, what we'd like to do is
to impress upon you the gravity of your situation.
Based on your health.
Based on your condition,
based on all the evidence we have;
We estimate that you have about thirty days left.
To put your affairs in order.
Thirty days?
I'm sorry.
Fuck this!
What is this shit?!
Fucking thirty days. Motherfukers!
Let me give y'all news flash,
there ain't nothin' out there that can kill
fuckin' Ron Woodroof in thirty days.
Day 1.
Damn, doctors cut your balls off?
Shit,
You tell ?em you got a cold
and they'll give you two weeks off.
You should try it.
Well, you didn't miss nothin' at work.
Shit, I'd take disability any day.
I mean I tell em I got a fucking,
cough..
..and they try to tell me I got
some kinda HIV virus..
Shit..fuck.
Hell, like I got the AIDS.
Damn hospitals man,
mixed up my blood samples.
Shit!
- You know, I went to them doctors one time,
they tell me I had chlamydia,
I get back home I had fuckin' crabs.
That's what the fuck I'm saying, man.
You tell 'em you got fucking headache.
They tell you got brain cancer.
Shit, I heard you get that..
..just by touchin' someone. Or..
..that queers get it.
- Fucking faggots.
That's it.
Which is exactly why it's a mistake.
Well,
what if it ain't?
What if what ain't?
A mistake.
Fucker!
Shit, I know you got a
pussy addiction, motherfucker.
Hey, Soff.
Hello, Debb.
We going?
Yeah, we goin'.
Hey?
-: D3xt3r :-
DALLAS BUYERS CLUB
How much do you want, Neddie?
- Twenty times.
Fifty?
- Yeah, fifty.
Did ya hear Rock Hudson was a cock sucker?
Where'd ya hear that shit?!
It's called a newspaper.
Right there.
It's a shame, ain't it?
All that fine Hollywood pussy,
just'll being wasted.
On a guy who smokes his friends.
Rog, this ain't the sandbox.
Twenty's the minimum.
C'mon.
Shit..goddamn.
Lazy cheap sonofabitch.
- alright, fine.
Look at him...
look at him.
Who the hell's Rock Hudson, anyway?
He's an actor, dumbass!
You ever seen, 'North by NorthWest'?
Calm the nerves, brother.
It's your day, I can feel it.
I don't know, Ron.
- Oh, I do. Eight seconds.
Look at this? Hey, hey?
Six hundred and forty bucks.
Now, if you can do that?
You're gonna be gettin blown by..
a hundred dollar hooker, before
you can scrape the bullshit off your boots, brother.
Beat that, motherfucker.
You ready?
..three one thousand...
Fuck that!
Ron, get back here!
You fake fucker!
C'mon, get him behind that fence!
Come on!
Tucker!
I need you to arrest me.
- Fuck off, Woodroof.
Get me outta this shit.
- Looks like you got a few pissed off customers.
Tucker, You gonna cuff me or not?
- No, figure it out yourself!
Son of a bitch.
Back off!
or, I'll arrest all of you.
Son of a bitch.
They're gonna kick the shit out of you
some day, Woodroof.
Maybe worse.
Yeah.
Gotta die somehow.
Handle your business, huh?
Get your shit together.
Shit, Tuck. You're startin' to sound like
your goddamn old man.
How's he doin' any way?
There's good days and bad.
Ah, he's a tough one, Al.
I just can't imagine how disappointed
he must be havin' a cop for a son.
Get the fuck outta my car.
Thanks for the lift, Nate.
You okay?
You rattled my fuckin' brain.
What brain?
Alright, Clinto.
That shit is purer than
a preacher daughter's pussy. Right there.
Not after you just coughed
your lungs all over it.
One dollar.
I got ya dollar.
Hell yeah.
Hey!
You think anymore 'bout Saudi Arabia?
They need guys over there.
Fuck, no!
What do you wanna go work
for a buncha sand niggas anyway, huh?
Cos, they pay five times
as much, that's why.
Mmhmm.
That's right.
I'm signing up.
They got hot ass over there?
It's a Muslim country.
You can't fuck the women.
Now, that takes me out right then.
- Woodroof,
there's been an accident on platform five.
They need an electrician right away!
- Yes, Sir!
Alright, I'll check y'all later.
- Alright, Adios.
Let me see that preacher daughter's pussy.
Dumb ass, spic.
Damn! How'd you get your leg in there?
Any ambulance coming?
He's illegal.
Call that fucking ambulance.
Call it! Fuck.
I'm gonna shut it down.
Platform 5, A2..
man down...man down!
His leg's caught in the rail...
Mr. Woodroof.
I see you've found our stash.
I'm Dr. Sevard.
Ah, why don't you..
..go ahead and hop up here
for me. If you don't mind?
Thank you.
Ahhh.
We saw something which...
which concerned us.
In your initial blood work.
So, we ran some additional tests.
It's your blood tests.
What kinda blood tests?
cause.. I don't use drugs.
- We didn't test your blood for drugs.
Oh good,
cause, that ain't none of y'all business anyway.
That's all right.
Uhmm..
You've tested positive for HIV --
Which is the virus that causes AIDS.
Are you fucking kidding me?
I'm like that fuckin' Rock
cock-suckin' Hudson bullshit?!
Mr. Woodroof.
Have you ever used intravenous drugs?
Have you ever engaged in
homosexual conduct?
Homo? Did you say, Homo?
- Yeah.
That's what you said..isn't it?
Are you fucking kidding me?
I ain't no faggot, motherfucker.
I don't even know, no fucking faggots.
Look at me.
What do you see..huh?
A goddamn rodeo is what you see!
Mr. Woodroof?
- Alright, just fuckin' watch it.
Mr. Woodroof, can you just..
No, I can't do shit!
You speak fucking English motherfucker!
Calling me a motherfucking faggot.
I'll rip your fuckin' ass boy!
Your T-cell count is down to nine,
A healthy person has between
five hundred and fifteen hundred.
Frankly, we're surprised you're even alive.
Surprise this:
you've made a fuckin' mistake!
You must've mixed my blood with
some daisy puller or sumptin.
Cos, that shit ain't me.
- We ran the blood test several times.
Here's some information about HIV and AIDS
you may find informative.
These are your test results.
Mr. Woodroof,
If you could listen to me for a moment.
I know this can be a very scary thing.
And, you're probably feeling alone right now.
But, what we'd like to do is
to impress upon you the gravity of your situation.
Based on your health.
Based on your condition,
based on all the evidence we have;
We estimate that you have about thirty days left.
To put your affairs in order.
Thirty days?
I'm sorry.
Fuck this!
What is this shit?!
Fucking thirty days. Motherfukers!
Let me give y'all news flash,
there ain't nothin' out there that can kill
fuckin' Ron Woodroof in thirty days.
Day 1.
Damn, doctors cut your balls off?
Shit,
You tell ?em you got a cold
and they'll give you two weeks off.
You should try it.
Well, you didn't miss nothin' at work.
Shit, I'd take disability any day.
I mean I tell em I got a fucking,
cough..
..and they try to tell me I got
some kinda HIV virus..
Shit..fuck.
Hell, like I got the AIDS.
Damn hospitals man,
mixed up my blood samples.
Shit!
- You know, I went to them doctors one time,
they tell me I had chlamydia,
I get back home I had fuckin' crabs.
That's what the fuck I'm saying, man.
You tell 'em you got fucking headache.
They tell you got brain cancer.
Shit, I heard you get that..
..just by touchin' someone. Or..
..that queers get it.
- Fucking faggots.
That's it.
Which is exactly why it's a mistake.
Well,
what if it ain't?
What if what ain't?
A mistake.
Fucker!
Shit, I know you got a
pussy addiction, motherfucker.
Hey, Soff.
Hello, Debb.
We going?
Yeah, we goin'.
Hey?
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