重生男人 Repo Men 精講之六

第一頁(yè)：片段欣賞
第二頁(yè)：巧學(xué)口語(yǔ)
第三頁(yè)：小小翻譯家
第四頁(yè)：文化一瞥

 

影片對(duì)白：

Remy: Didn't your eyes used to be brown?

Beth: Opticor 202, with kaleidoscope enhancement.

Remy: How do you keep track of all those things you've got in there?

Beth: Let's see. Pancreas and kidneys from the diabetes. One went bad outside warranty. I had to go black market on the replacement. Liver, stomach and lungs, thanks to Q habit. Knee from the car accident. Upgrades. I've got eyes, ears, voice box. Jackson Reproductive Replacement System, release 5.3. Lady Mystique model. Comes in six sparkling colors.

Remy: Stop.

Beth: Flexor Dura-Joints. Billion step warranty.

Remy: Stop.

Beth: Ask me about my lips.

Remy: What brand are your lips?

Beth: They're all me.

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Beth: Happy birthday.

Remy: It's not my birthday.

Beth: Birthday. Happy birthday.

Remy: I didn't get you anything.

Beth: Yeah, you did.

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Children chanting: There was a man from Troubadour
                   There was a man from Troubadour
                   who got blown up during the war.
                   He did not die, would not concede.

Remy: So what is it I'm writing? It's not just some crappy memoir or even an attempt at apologizing for everything I've done. This is a cautionary tale. I hope that you might learn from my mistakes. 'Cause in the end, a job is not just a job. It's who you are. And if you want to change who you are, well, first, you have to change what you do.

Children chanting: There was a man from Troubadour
                   who got blown up during the war.
                   He did not die, would not concede.
                   How many artiforgs did he need?

Beth: Here.

Remy: Thanks.

Children chanting: Stomach, bladder, pancreas, eyes, intestines.

Beth: So, what is it? A novel? Epic poem?

Remy: Thoughts. It's just Stuff. And it's not finished. What?

Beth: Somebody's coming. You don't hear it?

Remy: What are you doing?

Beth: Put them on.

Children chanting: ...who got blown up during the war.
                    He did not die, would not concede.
                    How many artiforgs did he need?
                    Stomach, bladder, pancreas,
                    eyes, intestines, liver, blood, guts, head!

Remy: Get down!

Beth: Who's that?

Remy: Landlord, come to collect.Grab the typewriter!

Beth: There's a fire escape.

Remy: No, no! Downstairs.