肖申克的救赎 The Shawshank Redemption (1994)【完整台词】
肖申克的救赎 The Shawshank Redemption (1994) 全部台词 (当前第2页,一共 13 页)
I'm Mr. Norton, the warden.
You are convicted felons.
That's why they've sent you to me.
Rule number one:
No blasphemy.
I'll not have the Lord's name
taken in vain in my prison.
The other rules...
...you'll figure out as you go along.
Any questions?
When do we eat?
You eat when we say you eat.
You shit when we say you shit,
and piss when we say you piss.
You got that,
you maggot-dick motherfucker?
On your feet.
I believe in two things:
Discipline and the Bible.
Here, you'll receive both.
Put your trust in the Lord.
Your ass belongs to me.
Welcome to Shawshank.
Unhook them.
Turn around.
That's enough.
Move to the end of the cage.
Turn around. Delouse him.
Turn around.
Move out of the cage.
Pick up your clothes and Bible.
Next man up!
To the right.
Right. Right.
Left.
The first night's the toughest.
No doubt about it.
They march you in
naked as the day you were born...
...skin burning and half-blind
from that delousing shit.
And when they put you in that cell...
...and those bars slam home...
...that's when you know it's for real.
Old life blown away
in the blink of an eye.
Nothing left but all the time
in the world to think about it.
Most new fish come close to madness
the first night.
Somebody always breaks down crying.
Happens every time.
The only question is...
...who's it going to be?
It's as good a thing
to bet on as any, I guess.
I had my money on Andy Dufresne.
Lights out!
I remember my first night.
Seems like a long time ago.
Hey, fish.
Fish, fish.
What are you, scared of the dark?
Bet you wish your daddy
never dicked your mama!
Piggy! Pork!
I want me a pork chop.
The boys always go fishing
with first-timers.
And they don't quit
till they reel someone in.
Hey, Fat Ass.
Fat Ass!
Talk to me, boy.
I know you're there.
I can hear you breathing.
Don't you listen to these nitwits,
you hear me?
This place ain't so bad.
Tell you what...
...I'll introduce you around,
make you feel right at home.
I know a couple of
big old bull queers that'd just...
...love to make your acquaintance.
Especially that big, white,
mushy butt of yours.
God!
I don't belong here!
- We have a winner!
- I want to go home!
And it's Fat Ass by a nose!
Fresh fish!
I want to go home!
I want my mother!
I had your mother!
She wasn't that great!
What the Christ is this horseshit?
He blasphemed. I'll tell the warden.
You'll tell him
with my baton up your ass!
Let me out!
What is your malfunction,
you fat barrel of monkey spunk?
Please! I ain't supposed to be here.
Not me!
I won't count to three.
Not even to one.
You shut up,
or I'll sing you a lullaby!
Shut up, man. Shut up!
You don't understand.
I'm not supposed to be here.
Open that cell.
Me neither! They run this place
like a fucking prison!
Son of a bitch!
Captain, take it easy!
If I hear so much as a mouse fart
in here tonight...
...I swear by God and Jesus,
you will all visit the infirmary.
Every last motherfucker in here.
Call the trustees. Take that
tub of shit down to the infirmary.
His first night in the joint, Dufresne
cost me two packs of cigarettes.
He never made a sound.
Tier 3 north, clear count!
Tier 2 north, clear count.
Tier 3 south, clear.
Prepare to roll out.
Roll out!
Are you going to eat that?
I hadn't planned on it.
Do you mind?
That's nice and ripe.
Jake says thank you.
Fell out of his nest
over by the plate shop.
I'm going to look after him
until he's big enough to fly.
Oh, no! Here he comes.
Morning, fellas.
Fine morning, isn't it?
You know why it's a fine morning,
don't you?
Send them down.
I want them lined up...
...just like a pretty little
chorus line.
Look at that.
- I can't stand this guy.
- Oh, Lord!
Yes! Richmond, Virginia.
Smell my ass!
After he smells mine.
That's a shame about your horse
coming in last and all.
But I sure do love
that winning horse of mine, though.
I owe that boy a big kiss
when I see him.
Why don't you give him some of your
cigarettes instead? Lucky fuck!
Hey, Tyrell.
You pull infirmary duty this week?
How's my horse doing anyway?
Dead.
Hadley busted his head up pretty good.
Doc had gone home for the night.
Poor bastard lay there
till this morning.
By then, there wasn't nothing
we could do.
What was his name?
What'd you say?
I was just wondering
if anyone knew his name.
What the fuck do you care, new fish?
You are convicted felons.
That's why they've sent you to me.
Rule number one:
No blasphemy.
I'll not have the Lord's name
taken in vain in my prison.
The other rules...
...you'll figure out as you go along.
Any questions?
When do we eat?
You eat when we say you eat.
You shit when we say you shit,
and piss when we say you piss.
You got that,
you maggot-dick motherfucker?
On your feet.
I believe in two things:
Discipline and the Bible.
Here, you'll receive both.
Put your trust in the Lord.
Your ass belongs to me.
Welcome to Shawshank.
Unhook them.
Turn around.
That's enough.
Move to the end of the cage.
Turn around. Delouse him.
Turn around.
Move out of the cage.
Pick up your clothes and Bible.
Next man up!
To the right.
Right. Right.
Left.
The first night's the toughest.
No doubt about it.
They march you in
naked as the day you were born...
...skin burning and half-blind
from that delousing shit.
And when they put you in that cell...
...and those bars slam home...
...that's when you know it's for real.
Old life blown away
in the blink of an eye.
Nothing left but all the time
in the world to think about it.
Most new fish come close to madness
the first night.
Somebody always breaks down crying.
Happens every time.
The only question is...
...who's it going to be?
It's as good a thing
to bet on as any, I guess.
I had my money on Andy Dufresne.
Lights out!
I remember my first night.
Seems like a long time ago.
Hey, fish.
Fish, fish.
What are you, scared of the dark?
Bet you wish your daddy
never dicked your mama!
Piggy! Pork!
I want me a pork chop.
The boys always go fishing
with first-timers.
And they don't quit
till they reel someone in.
Hey, Fat Ass.
Fat Ass!
Talk to me, boy.
I know you're there.
I can hear you breathing.
Don't you listen to these nitwits,
you hear me?
This place ain't so bad.
Tell you what...
...I'll introduce you around,
make you feel right at home.
I know a couple of
big old bull queers that'd just...
...love to make your acquaintance.
Especially that big, white,
mushy butt of yours.
God!
I don't belong here!
- We have a winner!
- I want to go home!
And it's Fat Ass by a nose!
Fresh fish!
I want to go home!
I want my mother!
I had your mother!
She wasn't that great!
What the Christ is this horseshit?
He blasphemed. I'll tell the warden.
You'll tell him
with my baton up your ass!
Let me out!
What is your malfunction,
you fat barrel of monkey spunk?
Please! I ain't supposed to be here.
Not me!
I won't count to three.
Not even to one.
You shut up,
or I'll sing you a lullaby!
Shut up, man. Shut up!
You don't understand.
I'm not supposed to be here.
Open that cell.
Me neither! They run this place
like a fucking prison!
Son of a bitch!
Captain, take it easy!
If I hear so much as a mouse fart
in here tonight...
...I swear by God and Jesus,
you will all visit the infirmary.
Every last motherfucker in here.
Call the trustees. Take that
tub of shit down to the infirmary.
His first night in the joint, Dufresne
cost me two packs of cigarettes.
He never made a sound.
Tier 3 north, clear count!
Tier 2 north, clear count.
Tier 3 south, clear.
Prepare to roll out.
Roll out!
Are you going to eat that?
I hadn't planned on it.
Do you mind?
That's nice and ripe.
Jake says thank you.
Fell out of his nest
over by the plate shop.
I'm going to look after him
until he's big enough to fly.
Oh, no! Here he comes.
Morning, fellas.
Fine morning, isn't it?
You know why it's a fine morning,
don't you?
Send them down.
I want them lined up...
...just like a pretty little
chorus line.
Look at that.
- I can't stand this guy.
- Oh, Lord!
Yes! Richmond, Virginia.
Smell my ass!
After he smells mine.
That's a shame about your horse
coming in last and all.
But I sure do love
that winning horse of mine, though.
I owe that boy a big kiss
when I see him.
Why don't you give him some of your
cigarettes instead? Lucky fuck!
Hey, Tyrell.
You pull infirmary duty this week?
How's my horse doing anyway?
Dead.
Hadley busted his head up pretty good.
Doc had gone home for the night.
Poor bastard lay there
till this morning.
By then, there wasn't nothing
we could do.
What was his name?
What'd you say?
I was just wondering
if anyone knew his name.
What the fuck do you care, new fish?
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