怦然心动 Flipped (2010)【完整台词】

- Stomach acid?
- You'd like to think that.

Wait, everybody quiet. Here he goes.

Eggs over easy.

Gross. Gross, gross, gross.

Wait, wait.
You haven't seen the best part.

Ugh!

Gross.

I tried to be casual about it,
but it didn't take.

I started having bad dreams.

I'd be trapped inside a huge egg...

...and this monster would open his jaws
and start to devour me.

I'd wake up just in time.

Then the real nightmare began.

Hi, Bryce. I brought these over
for you and your family.

- My chickens are laying eggs.
- What?

You remember Abby and Bonnie and Clyde
and Dexter and Eunice and Florence?

- The ones I hatched for the science fair.
- How could I forget?

It was classic Juli Baker.

She totally dominated the fair.

And get this, her project
was all about watching boring eggs hatch.

I mean, here I had a live-action
erupting volcano...

...and all anyone cared about
was Juli's boring chicks...

...breaking out of their boring shells.

Oh, I think the last one's hatching.

- It's hatching.
- Oh, it's hatching.

Kids, come over here.

But hey, she won. I lost.

I've never been one to dwell.

Here it comes.

But that didn't mean
I had to eat her lousy eggs.

I think it was very sweet of Juli
to bring us those eggs.

I don't care.
I'm still having cereal tomorrow.

Yeah, how do we know there's no chicks
in one of those eggs?

I used to eat farm-fresh eggs
when I was a kid. They were delicious.

Yeah, well, that's all well and good...

...but what if we crack one open
and a dead chick falls out?

Do they have a rooster? If they don't
have a rooster the eggs can't be fertile.

And if they had a rooster, we'd know.
The whole neighborhood would know.

Maybe they got it de-yodeled.

"De-yodeled"?

You know. De-cock-a-doodle-doo'd.

What the hell are you talking about?

Like they de-bark dogs.

Bryce, why don't you just ask Juli?

- I don't think that...
- What?

- You afraid to talk to her?
- I'm not afraid to talk to her.

I know you are, but what am I?

- Okay. Just talk to her and find out.
- Bryce.

How do you tell if one's a rooster?

- Well, a rooster's bigger. Longer feathers.
- Mm-hm.

They've got that red stuff
growing out of their head.

- And around their neck too.
- That shouldn't be too hard to spot.

Although, come to think of it,
chickens have the rubbery red stuff too.

Just not as much.

Garrett's expertise in roosters...

...was the cornerstone of our plan
to avoid contact with Juli Baker.

The balance of which involved
spying over her back fence.

- Come on, come on.
- Shh. Shh.

Over here.

I can't see the stupid chickens.

We gotta get them out of the coop.

Is that a rooster?

No, it looks like a chicken.

How can you tell?

It just does.

See what I mean? Expertise.

- Shh, shh!
- What?

Juli.

Here, guys.

Go on, there you go.

- Here, guys. Go on.
- Yeah, they're all chickens.

- There's no rooster?
- What did I just say?

How can you tell?

- Well, none of them are strutting.
- Here, come on.

- Roosters strut?
- Come on, guys.

- What did I just say?
- Here.

Plus, hardly any of them
have any rubbery red stuff.

- What are you doing?
- Yeah. They're definitely all chickens.

They're all chickens.

I'm proud of you, Bryce.

- You overcame your fear.
- Huh?

- You talked to her.
- Oh, heh. Yeah.

It's no big deal.

That's what she told you?
They're all chickens?

Yeah.

She's a genius. You're both genius...
Of course they're all chickens.

A rooster's a chicken. The question is:

Is one of them a rooster
or are they all hens?

Hens? Who said anything about hens?

Then it hit me.

Garrett didn't know jack shit
about chickens.

- Do roosters strut?
- Yes, they do.

What does that have to do
with anything?

They're all hens.

Well, the main thing is the eggs are okay.

It's all settled.

Not for me.

There was no way
I was ever gonna eat anything...

...that had anything to do
with Juli Baker.

I'm not eating them.

Well, why not?

Have you seen their yard? It's...

There's not even any grass.
It's all mud and chicken turds.

Ew. Gross. Salmonella.

Do you suppose
they could have salmonella?

- It's not very likely.
- Why take the risk?

What do we do with the eggs?

Give them back.

- Give them back? To Juli?
- Sure.

You talked to her before, right?
It didn't kill you.

Well, what do I say?

Tell her we don't eat eggs.

Uh, we're allergic to them or something.

Come on, use your brains.

It didn't feel right to lie.

Besides, even a seventh grader would know
that entire families aren't allergic to eggs.

But I didn't wanna
hurt her feelings either.

So that left me with only one option.

And thus another near-death
experience...

...in my ongoing saga with Juli Baker
had been successfully avoided.

Until one week later.

Hi, Bryce. Brought you some more eggs.

Wow.

- Thanks.
- Did your family like the first batch?

Do you even have to ask?

Great. See you at school.

What I hoped would be
a one-time event...

...was just the beginning of a life consumed
with lies, intrigue and deception.

Every morning
I'd be on the lookout for Juli...

...so if she happened to come, I could whip
the door open before she knocked.

Thanks.

Then I'd dump the eggs
before anyone noticed.

And why? Why couldn't I just face her?

Why couldn't I just say:

"No, thanks. Don't want them.
Don't need them. Give them to the snake"?

Was I really afraid
of hurting her feelings...

...or was I just afraid of her?

Now, you wanna make sure you get it...

When Mrs. Brubeck first suggested
hatching eggs as my science project...

...I was less than excited.

That is, until I saw my first sign of life.

Is that it?

- That's the embryo. Heh.
- Wow.

- It looks like a bean.
- It does.

Let's try the other ones.

Suddenly it felt real.

All the eggs were alive.

There were, like, little bean babies
inside every one.

On the day of the fair,
all six chicks hatched.

What are the odds?

This year's top prize goes to Juli Baker...

...for her wonderful project:

"A Chicken is Born."

I won first place.

And that was cool,
but all I really cared about were my chicks.

There you go. There you go, guys.

My mom wasn't crazy
about us raising chickens.

But I begged and pleaded.

I told her I would take care of everything.
And I did.

Where's Clyde?

Clyde?

Hey, Clyde. What's the matter?

Are you okay? Aren't you hungry?

Come on. Come here.
What's wrong, baby?

Come here.

Hey, you're not Clyde. You're Clydette.

Mom!

As it turned out, my hens
laid more eggs than we could eat.

At first we tried to keep up...

...but after a month of boiling,
frying and deviling...

...like that movie The Blob,
we were being overtaken by eggs.

Then opportunity in the form
of our neighbor, Mrs. Steuby, knocked.

Hello, dear.

If you ever have any extra,
I'd be happy to buy them from you.

- Really?
- Certainly.

And I happen to know that Mrs. Helms
would be interested as well.

- Great.
- Nothing like fresh eggs.

- Thanks, Mrs. Steuby.
- You bet, dear. Bye.

Between Mrs. Steuby and Mrs. Helms,
my egg overflow problem was solved.

Then I realized that Mrs. Loski
deserved eggs too.