关于我母亲的一切 Todo sobre mi madre(1999)【完整台词】
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I'm going to call.
TRANSPLANT COORDINATION
National Transplant
Organization.
- Manuela, Ramn y Cajal Hospital.
- Yes.
We've got a possible donor.
We've done the first EEG,
and the family has agreed.
Give me the details.
Male, 35 years old.
Blood group?
''O'' positive.
Weight, about 1 50 pounds.
LIVER
LIVER RECIPIENTS
Not a single drop!
- With Dodoti Diapers...
- Dodotis!
you won't feel a drop!
- Mom!
- What?
The movie's starting.
I'm coming.
Eve Unveiled
They always change the title!
''All About Eve'' should be
''Todo Sobre Eva.''
But that sounds odd.
What are you writing?
Nothing.
Future Pulitzer winners.
ALL ABOUT MY MOTHER
Eat up. You have to put on
a few pounds.
Some day you may have
to work the street to keep me.
You don't need pounds for that.
You need a big dick.
Where did you learn
to talk like that?
- You asked.
- I was joking.
- And you?
- What about me?
Would you prostitute yourself
for me?
I've already done
just about everything for you.
Eat up!
Autograph fiends!
They're not people.
They're little beasts
that run in packs like coyotes.
They're your fans.
They're nobody's fans.
They're juvenile delinquents,
mental defectives.
Fans, indeed!
They never see a play or a movie.
They're never in doors long enough.
Well, there's one indoors
right now.
I brought her back to see you.
Come in, Eve.
I thought you'd forgotten
about me.
Not at all.
Margo,
this is Eve Harrington.
- How do you do, my dear?
- Hello.
Would you like to be
an actress?
It was hard enough
becoming a nurse.
If you were an actress,
I'd write parts foryou.
I was in an amateur group
when I was young.
I wasn't bad.
I must have a picture
somewhere.
I'd love to see it.
I'll look for it later.
Look, Esteban.
I found a picture.
We were doing a show
based on texts by Boris Vian.
Cabaret for intellectuals.
Happy birthday!
- Already?
- It's midnight, sweetheart.
'' Music for Chameleons.''
How did you know I wanted it?
I know you like Capote.
Read me something,
like when I was little.
''Preface.
I started writing
when I was eight.''
See? I'm not the only one.
''I didn't know
that I had chained myself for life...
to a noble
but merciless master.
When God hands you a gift,
he also hands you a whip...
and the whip is intended
only for self-flagellation.''
That's enough
to put you off writing
Don't be so lame.
It's a wonderful preface.
How do you want
to celebrate your birthday?
I'd like to see
one of your seminars.
Why?
I'm writing a story about you
for a competition.
And I'd like to see you act
in those organ donation courses.
Well, I'd have to check
with Mamen.
She's the psychologist
in charge of the seminar.
Fine. Do it.
I don't think I likeyou writing
about me.
Your husband is dead, ma'am.
That's impossible.
We just saw him in the ICU.
He seemed to be breathing.
We've explained that, ma'am.
A machine is breathing for him.
Would you like us
to contact your family?
Idon't have any family.
Just my son.
My God!
How am I going to tell him?
When he was alive,
did your husband say anything...
regarding organ donation?
Did he care about such matters?
When he was alive,
he cared only about living.
But I presume he was concerned
with the lives ofothers.
I don't understand.
What my colleague means
is that your husband's organs...
could save other patients' lives.
But we need
your authorization for that.
You could give him
a transplant?
Not exactly.
The other wayaround, actually.
Now we'll discuss
what happened in the simulation.
Look when you cross the street!
- What were you thinking?
- I had an idea.
An idea!
Give him the tickets.
Why are you looking at me like that?
Do I look awful?
No, you look better than ever.
Look, that must be
the gentleman you were expecting.
You aren't Mr. Huntleigh!
Neither are you!
These finger nails will have
to be trimmed.
The jacket, Doctor.
Ask her to let go ofme!
Please!
Let her go.
TRANSPLANT COORDINATION
National Transplant
Organization.
- Manuela, Ramn y Cajal Hospital.
- Yes.
We've got a possible donor.
We've done the first EEG,
and the family has agreed.
Give me the details.
Male, 35 years old.
Blood group?
''O'' positive.
Weight, about 1 50 pounds.
LIVER
LIVER RECIPIENTS
Not a single drop!
- With Dodoti Diapers...
- Dodotis!
you won't feel a drop!
- Mom!
- What?
The movie's starting.
I'm coming.
Eve Unveiled
They always change the title!
''All About Eve'' should be
''Todo Sobre Eva.''
But that sounds odd.
What are you writing?
Nothing.
Future Pulitzer winners.
ALL ABOUT MY MOTHER
Eat up. You have to put on
a few pounds.
Some day you may have
to work the street to keep me.
You don't need pounds for that.
You need a big dick.
Where did you learn
to talk like that?
- You asked.
- I was joking.
- And you?
- What about me?
Would you prostitute yourself
for me?
I've already done
just about everything for you.
Eat up!
Autograph fiends!
They're not people.
They're little beasts
that run in packs like coyotes.
They're your fans.
They're nobody's fans.
They're juvenile delinquents,
mental defectives.
Fans, indeed!
They never see a play or a movie.
They're never in doors long enough.
Well, there's one indoors
right now.
I brought her back to see you.
Come in, Eve.
I thought you'd forgotten
about me.
Not at all.
Margo,
this is Eve Harrington.
- How do you do, my dear?
- Hello.
Would you like to be
an actress?
It was hard enough
becoming a nurse.
If you were an actress,
I'd write parts foryou.
I was in an amateur group
when I was young.
I wasn't bad.
I must have a picture
somewhere.
I'd love to see it.
I'll look for it later.
Look, Esteban.
I found a picture.
We were doing a show
based on texts by Boris Vian.
Cabaret for intellectuals.
Happy birthday!
- Already?
- It's midnight, sweetheart.
'' Music for Chameleons.''
How did you know I wanted it?
I know you like Capote.
Read me something,
like when I was little.
''Preface.
I started writing
when I was eight.''
See? I'm not the only one.
''I didn't know
that I had chained myself for life...
to a noble
but merciless master.
When God hands you a gift,
he also hands you a whip...
and the whip is intended
only for self-flagellation.''
That's enough
to put you off writing
Don't be so lame.
It's a wonderful preface.
How do you want
to celebrate your birthday?
I'd like to see
one of your seminars.
Why?
I'm writing a story about you
for a competition.
And I'd like to see you act
in those organ donation courses.
Well, I'd have to check
with Mamen.
She's the psychologist
in charge of the seminar.
Fine. Do it.
I don't think I likeyou writing
about me.
Your husband is dead, ma'am.
That's impossible.
We just saw him in the ICU.
He seemed to be breathing.
We've explained that, ma'am.
A machine is breathing for him.
Would you like us
to contact your family?
Idon't have any family.
Just my son.
My God!
How am I going to tell him?
When he was alive,
did your husband say anything...
regarding organ donation?
Did he care about such matters?
When he was alive,
he cared only about living.
But I presume he was concerned
with the lives ofothers.
I don't understand.
What my colleague means
is that your husband's organs...
could save other patients' lives.
But we need
your authorization for that.
You could give him
a transplant?
Not exactly.
The other wayaround, actually.
Now we'll discuss
what happened in the simulation.
Look when you cross the street!
- What were you thinking?
- I had an idea.
An idea!
Give him the tickets.
Why are you looking at me like that?
Do I look awful?
No, you look better than ever.
Look, that must be
the gentleman you were expecting.
You aren't Mr. Huntleigh!
Neither are you!
These finger nails will have
to be trimmed.
The jacket, Doctor.
Ask her to let go ofme!
Please!
Let her go.
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