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Let me tell you what
Like A Virgin is about.
It's all about a girl who
digs a guy with a big dick.
The entire song, it's a
metaphor for big dicks.
No, it ain't. It's about a
girl who's very vulnerable.
She's been fucked over
a few times, then
she meets a guy who's
very sensitive...
Whoa. Time out,
Greenbay. Tell that
fucking bullshit to the tourists.
Toby? Who the fuck is Toby?
Like A Virgin's not about some
sensitive girl who
meets a nice fella.
That's what True Blue's about.
Granted, no argument about that.
Which one's True Blue?
You ain't heard True Blue? It
was a big-ass hit for Madonna.
I don't even follow
that Tops Of The Pop
shit and even I've
heard of True Blue.
I didn't say I hadn't heard of
it. What I asked is how's it go.
Excuse me for not being
a big Madonna fan.
Personally, I can do without her.
I used to like her early
stuff, Borderline.
But when she got
off with that Papa
Don't Preach phase, I tuned out.
You guys are like making me
lose my train of thought here.
I was saying something.
What was it?
Oh, Toby's that little Chinese
girl. What was her last name?
What's that?
It's an old address
book I found in a
coat I haven't worn
in a Coon's age.
What was that name?
Look, what the fuck
was I talking about?
You said True Blue
was about a guy...
A sensitive girl who
meets a nice guy, but
Like A Virgin was a
metaphor for big dicks.
Ok, let me tell you what
Like A Virgin's about.
It's all about this cooze
who's a regular fuck machine.
I'm talking morning,
day, night, afternoon.
Dick, dick, dick, dick, dick,
dick, dick, dick, dick.
- How many dicks is that?
- A lot.
So, one day she meets
this John Holmes
motherfucker and it's
like, whoa, baby.
I mean, this cat is
like Charles Bronson
In The Great Escape.
He's digging tunnels.
She's getting serious
dick action, and she's
feeling something she
ain't felt since forever.
Pain. Pain.
Chew? Toby Chew?
It hurts. It hurts
her. It shouldn't hurt
her. Her pussy should
be Bubble Yum by now,
but when this cat fucks
her, it hurts. It
hurts just like it
did the first time.
You see the pain is
reminding a fuck machine
what it was once
like to be a virgin,
hence... Like A Virgin.
Wong.
Give me that fucking thing.
What the hell are you doing?
Give me my book back.
I'm sick of fucking
hearing it, Joe.
I'll give it back when we leave.
What do you mean when we
leave? Give me it back now.
For the past 15
minutes now, you've
been droning on about names.
"Toby...
"Toby? Toby?
"Toby Wong.
"Toby Wong? Toby Wong.
"Toby Chung? Fucking
Charlie Chan."
I got Madonna's big dick
coming out of my left ear,
and Toby the Jap I-don't-know-what
coming out of my right.
Gimme that book.
Are you gonna put it away?
I'm gonna do whatever the
fuck I want with it.
Well, then I'm afraid I'm
gonna have to keep it.
Hey, Joe... want me
to shoot this guy?
Shit. You shoot me in a dream, you
better wake up and apologise.
You guys been listening
to Κ-Billy's
Super Sounds of the '70s Weekend?
Oh, yeah, man, it's fucking great.
Can you believe those songs?
You know what I heard?
Heartbeat, it's A Lovebeat, by
Tony DeFranco and his Family.
I haven't heard that since I was
in the fifth fucking grade.
When I was coming
down here, The Night
The Lights Went Out
In Georgia came on.
I ain't heard that
song since it was big.
When it was big, I must have heard
it a million trillion
fucking times.
This is the first time I
ever realised that the
girl singing the song is
the one who shot Andy.
You didn't know Vicki Lawrence
was the one who shot Andy?
I thought the cheating
wife shot Andy.
Yeah, but they say at
the end of the song.
I know, motherfucker.
I just heard it.
That's what I'm talking about.
I must have zoned out
during that part before.
All right. I'll take
care of the check.
You guys can get the tip.
It should be about a buck apiece.
And, you, when I come
back, I want my book.
Sorry, it's my book now.
Hey, I changed my mind.
Shoot this piece
of shit, will you?
All right, everybody cough up
some green for the little lady.
Come on, throw in a buck.
I don't tip.
You don't tip?
No, I don't believe in it.
You don't believe in tipping?
You know what these chicks
make? They make shit.
Don't give me that. She don't
make enough, she can quit.
I don't even know a fucking Jew
who'd have the balls to say that.
Let me just get this straight.
You don't ever tip, huh?
I don't tip because
society says I have to.
I'll tip if somebody
really deserves a tip.
If they really put forth the
effort, I'll give 'em something,
but tipping automatically
is for the birds.
As far as I'm concerned,
they're doing their job.
- Hey, this girl was nice.
- She was ok.
- She wasn't anything special.
- What's special?
Take you in the back
and suck your dick?
- I'd go over 12 percent for that.
- Look, I ordered coffee.
We've been here a
long fucking time.
She's only filled
my cup three times.
When I order coffee, I
want it filled six times.
Six times? What if she's
too fucking busy?
"Too fucking busy" shouldn't
be in a waitress's vocabulary.
Excuse me, Mr Pink,
but the last fucking
thing you need is
another cup of coffee.
Jesus Christ, these
ladies aren't starving
to death. They make minimum wage.
I used to work minimum wage
and I wasn't lucky enough to have
a job society deemed tip-worthy.
But they're counting
on your tips to live.
You know what this
is? It's the world's
smallest violin playing
for the waitresses.
You don't have any idea
what you're talking about.
These people bust their ass.
This is a hard job.
So's working at
McDonald's but you don't
feel the need to tip them, do you?
Why not? They serve food.
But society says, "Don't
tip these guys here,
but tip these guys
here." That's bullshit.
Waitressing is the
number-one occupation
for female non-college
graduates in this country.
It's the one job
basically any woman
can get and make a living on.
The reason is because
of their tips.
Fuck all that.
Jesus Christ.
I'm very sorry the
government taxes their
tips. That's fucked up.
That ain't my fault.
It appears waitresses
are one of the groups
the government fucks in the
ass on a regular basis.
Show me a piece of paper that says
they shouldn't do
that, I'll sign it.
Put it to a vote, I'll vote for
it. What I won't do is play ball.
And this non-college
bullshit, I got two
words for that, learn
to fucking type.
If you expect me to
help out with the
rent, you're in for
a fucking surprise.
He's convinced me. Give
me my dollar back.
Hey, leave the dollars there.
All right, ramblers,
let's get rambling.
Wait a minute. Who
didn't throw in?
- Mr Pink.
- Mr Pink?
- Why not?
- He don't tip.
He don't tip? What do you
mean, you don't tip?
- He don't believe in it.
- Shut up.
What do you mean you
don't believe in it?
Come on, you, cough up a
buck, you cheap bastard.
I paid for your goddamn breakfast.
All right, since you
paid for breakfast, I'll
put in, but normally, I
would never do this.
Never mind what you
normally would do.
Just cough in your goddamn
buck like everybody else.
Thank you.
That was the Partridge Family's
Doesn't Somebody
Want To Be Wanted,
Like A Virgin is about.
It's all about a girl who
digs a guy with a big dick.
The entire song, it's a
metaphor for big dicks.
No, it ain't. It's about a
girl who's very vulnerable.
She's been fucked over
a few times, then
she meets a guy who's
very sensitive...
Whoa. Time out,
Greenbay. Tell that
fucking bullshit to the tourists.
Toby? Who the fuck is Toby?
Like A Virgin's not about some
sensitive girl who
meets a nice fella.
That's what True Blue's about.
Granted, no argument about that.
Which one's True Blue?
You ain't heard True Blue? It
was a big-ass hit for Madonna.
I don't even follow
that Tops Of The Pop
shit and even I've
heard of True Blue.
I didn't say I hadn't heard of
it. What I asked is how's it go.
Excuse me for not being
a big Madonna fan.
Personally, I can do without her.
I used to like her early
stuff, Borderline.
But when she got
off with that Papa
Don't Preach phase, I tuned out.
You guys are like making me
lose my train of thought here.
I was saying something.
What was it?
Oh, Toby's that little Chinese
girl. What was her last name?
What's that?
It's an old address
book I found in a
coat I haven't worn
in a Coon's age.
What was that name?
Look, what the fuck
was I talking about?
You said True Blue
was about a guy...
A sensitive girl who
meets a nice guy, but
Like A Virgin was a
metaphor for big dicks.
Ok, let me tell you what
Like A Virgin's about.
It's all about this cooze
who's a regular fuck machine.
I'm talking morning,
day, night, afternoon.
Dick, dick, dick, dick, dick,
dick, dick, dick, dick.
- How many dicks is that?
- A lot.
So, one day she meets
this John Holmes
motherfucker and it's
like, whoa, baby.
I mean, this cat is
like Charles Bronson
In The Great Escape.
He's digging tunnels.
She's getting serious
dick action, and she's
feeling something she
ain't felt since forever.
Pain. Pain.
Chew? Toby Chew?
It hurts. It hurts
her. It shouldn't hurt
her. Her pussy should
be Bubble Yum by now,
but when this cat fucks
her, it hurts. It
hurts just like it
did the first time.
You see the pain is
reminding a fuck machine
what it was once
like to be a virgin,
hence... Like A Virgin.
Wong.
Give me that fucking thing.
What the hell are you doing?
Give me my book back.
I'm sick of fucking
hearing it, Joe.
I'll give it back when we leave.
What do you mean when we
leave? Give me it back now.
For the past 15
minutes now, you've
been droning on about names.
"Toby...
"Toby? Toby?
"Toby Wong.
"Toby Wong? Toby Wong.
"Toby Chung? Fucking
Charlie Chan."
I got Madonna's big dick
coming out of my left ear,
and Toby the Jap I-don't-know-what
coming out of my right.
Gimme that book.
Are you gonna put it away?
I'm gonna do whatever the
fuck I want with it.
Well, then I'm afraid I'm
gonna have to keep it.
Hey, Joe... want me
to shoot this guy?
Shit. You shoot me in a dream, you
better wake up and apologise.
You guys been listening
to Κ-Billy's
Super Sounds of the '70s Weekend?
Oh, yeah, man, it's fucking great.
Can you believe those songs?
You know what I heard?
Heartbeat, it's A Lovebeat, by
Tony DeFranco and his Family.
I haven't heard that since I was
in the fifth fucking grade.
When I was coming
down here, The Night
The Lights Went Out
In Georgia came on.
I ain't heard that
song since it was big.
When it was big, I must have heard
it a million trillion
fucking times.
This is the first time I
ever realised that the
girl singing the song is
the one who shot Andy.
You didn't know Vicki Lawrence
was the one who shot Andy?
I thought the cheating
wife shot Andy.
Yeah, but they say at
the end of the song.
I know, motherfucker.
I just heard it.
That's what I'm talking about.
I must have zoned out
during that part before.
All right. I'll take
care of the check.
You guys can get the tip.
It should be about a buck apiece.
And, you, when I come
back, I want my book.
Sorry, it's my book now.
Hey, I changed my mind.
Shoot this piece
of shit, will you?
All right, everybody cough up
some green for the little lady.
Come on, throw in a buck.
I don't tip.
You don't tip?
No, I don't believe in it.
You don't believe in tipping?
You know what these chicks
make? They make shit.
Don't give me that. She don't
make enough, she can quit.
I don't even know a fucking Jew
who'd have the balls to say that.
Let me just get this straight.
You don't ever tip, huh?
I don't tip because
society says I have to.
I'll tip if somebody
really deserves a tip.
If they really put forth the
effort, I'll give 'em something,
but tipping automatically
is for the birds.
As far as I'm concerned,
they're doing their job.
- Hey, this girl was nice.
- She was ok.
- She wasn't anything special.
- What's special?
Take you in the back
and suck your dick?
- I'd go over 12 percent for that.
- Look, I ordered coffee.
We've been here a
long fucking time.
She's only filled
my cup three times.
When I order coffee, I
want it filled six times.
Six times? What if she's
too fucking busy?
"Too fucking busy" shouldn't
be in a waitress's vocabulary.
Excuse me, Mr Pink,
but the last fucking
thing you need is
another cup of coffee.
Jesus Christ, these
ladies aren't starving
to death. They make minimum wage.
I used to work minimum wage
and I wasn't lucky enough to have
a job society deemed tip-worthy.
But they're counting
on your tips to live.
You know what this
is? It's the world's
smallest violin playing
for the waitresses.
You don't have any idea
what you're talking about.
These people bust their ass.
This is a hard job.
So's working at
McDonald's but you don't
feel the need to tip them, do you?
Why not? They serve food.
But society says, "Don't
tip these guys here,
but tip these guys
here." That's bullshit.
Waitressing is the
number-one occupation
for female non-college
graduates in this country.
It's the one job
basically any woman
can get and make a living on.
The reason is because
of their tips.
Fuck all that.
Jesus Christ.
I'm very sorry the
government taxes their
tips. That's fucked up.
That ain't my fault.
It appears waitresses
are one of the groups
the government fucks in the
ass on a regular basis.
Show me a piece of paper that says
they shouldn't do
that, I'll sign it.
Put it to a vote, I'll vote for
it. What I won't do is play ball.
And this non-college
bullshit, I got two
words for that, learn
to fucking type.
If you expect me to
help out with the
rent, you're in for
a fucking surprise.
He's convinced me. Give
me my dollar back.
Hey, leave the dollars there.
All right, ramblers,
let's get rambling.
Wait a minute. Who
didn't throw in?
- Mr Pink.
- Mr Pink?
- Why not?
- He don't tip.
He don't tip? What do you
mean, you don't tip?
- He don't believe in it.
- Shut up.
What do you mean you
don't believe in it?
Come on, you, cough up a
buck, you cheap bastard.
I paid for your goddamn breakfast.
All right, since you
paid for breakfast, I'll
put in, but normally, I
would never do this.
Never mind what you
normally would do.
Just cough in your goddamn
buck like everybody else.
Thank you.
That was the Partridge Family's
Doesn't Somebody
Want To Be Wanted,
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