中校在飞机上发表的关于女人的经典论述

Unknown:

Jack Daniels. You bet.

And Diet Slice.

Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade:

The old Diet Slice.

Unknown:

And a water.

Thank you, Daphne. Certainly, sir.

Charlie Simms:

Mmm! How did you know her name?

Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade:

Well, she's wearin' Floris.

Unknown:

That's an English cologne.

Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade:

But her voice is California chickie.

Now, California chickie bucking for English lady.

I call her Daphne.

Oh, big things may happen to that little thing of yours.

Charlie Simms:

Look, Colonel,

I'll get you to New York, all right? Uh-huh.

Then I'm gonna have to turn around and come back.

Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade:

Well, Chuck, you gotta do what you gotta do.

Charlie Simms:

Charlie, all right?

Or Charles.

Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade:

Sorry. I can't blame you, though.

Chuck is a...

Charlie Simms:

So, why are we going to New York?

Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade:

All information will be given on a need-to-know basis.

Hoo-ah!

Where's Daphne? Let's get her down here.

Charlie Simms:

She's in the back.

Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade:

A tail's in the tail.

Hah!

Oh, but I still smell her.

Women.

What can you say?

Who made 'em?

God must have been a fucking genius,

The hair...they say the hair is everything, you known.

Have you ever buried your nose in a mountain of curls, and just wanted to go to sleep forever?

Or lips...and when they touched, yours were like that first swallow of wine...after you just crossed the desert.

Tits! Big ones, little ones, who-ah, nipples staring right out at you, like secret searchlights.

And legs...I don't care if they're Greek columns...or secondhand steinways.

What's between them, passport to heaven.

I need a drink.

Yes, Mr.Simms,

There's only two syllables in this whole wide world worth hearing: pussy.

Are you listening to me, son? I'm giving you pearls here.

I guess you really like women,

Oh, above all things!

A very, very distant second is a Ferrari.

Charlie? Give me your hand.

This is just the start of your education, son.

 

中校在Baird School博德学校为查理作辩护：

Unknown:

George. George!

Mr. Trask:

I called an open meeting of this institution this morning

because the incident that occurred this Tuesday last

describes an issue that concerns all of us.

Not an isolated case of vandalism.

What happened

is a symptom of the sickness of a society.

Mr. Trask:

A school among whose graduates

two have sat behind the desk in the Oval Office, in the White House.

Baird men have run State Departments and investment houses,

founded department stores and coached football teams.

Our alumni receive their bulletins in ashrams in India

and in palaces in Jordan.

We are, in fact, known around the world

as the cradle of this country's leadership.

Unknown:

A beacon in the... What are you doing here?

Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade:

Got room for me up there, Charlie?

Mr. Trask:

But today we are bleeding from disrespect.

Charlie Simms:

Yeah, I guess so.

Unknown:

Blatant disrespect. Give us a hand.

Mr. Trask:

A disrespect for our values,

and a disrespect for our standards.

A disrespect for the Baird tradition.

And, as the custodians of that tradition,

we are here today to protect each other

from those who threaten it.

Who is this, Mr. Simms?

Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade:

This is Mr. Frank Slade,

Lieutenant Colonel, United States Army, retired.

I'm here in place of Charlie's parents.

Mr. Trask:

Excuse me?

Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade:

In loco parentis.

They could not make the trip from Oregon today.

Mr. Trask:

And what is your relationship to Mr. Simms?

Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade:

Is this a courtroom?

Mr. Trask:

Closest thing we could manage to it.

Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade:

Then if we're taking oaths, there's a few people I'd like to swear in.

Mr. Trask:

There are no oaths at Baird.

We are all on our honor.

Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade:

Larry and Franny Simms

are very dear, close friends of mine.

They've asked me to appear here on Charlie's behalf.

Okay?

Mr. Trask:

Happy to have you with us, Colonel.

Mr. Trask:

Mr. Willis.

Willis Senior:

Which Mr. Willis?

Mr. Trask:

George, Junior, sir.

George Willis, Jr.:

Yes.

Mr. Trask:

You were in a position last Tuesday night

to see who committed this act of vandalism. Who was it?

George Willis, Jr.:

Well, I have an idea who it was.

Mr. Trask:

No, not an idea, Mr. Willis.

Did you see or did you not see?

George Willis, Jr.:

Well...

I didn't have my contacts in.

Unknown:

Come on.

George Willis, Jr.:

I was in the library. I'd taken my glasses off,

and I was gonna put my contacts back in.

Then I helped Simms close up

and the next thing I know, we're outside,

and I hear this sound and I

didn't have any time to put my contacts in.

Mr. Trask:

Whom, with your limited vision, did you see?

George Willis, Jr.:

Like I say, it was blurry.

I can't see without my contacts.

Mr. Trask:

What did you see, Mr. Willis?

George Willis, Jr.:

What?

You mean definitively?

Mr. Trask:

Stop fencing with me, Mr. Willis!

Tell me what you saw!

George Willis, Jr.:

Now, don't hold me to this, but no contacts, it's dark...

and everything, I mean

Mr. Trask:

Mr. Willis!

Maybe Harry Havemeyer, Trent Potter and Jimmy Jameson.

Mr. Trask:

Maybe?

George Willis, Jr.:

Ballpark, best guess.

Mr. Trask:

Could you provide us with some detail?

George Willis, Jr.:

I mean, why don't you ask Charlie?

I really think he was closer.

Mr. Trask:

Mr. Simms.

Charlie Simms:

Yes.

Mr. Trask:

You don't wear contact lenses, do you?

Charlie Simms:

No, sir.

Mr. Trask:

With your untrammeled sight, whom did you see?

Well, I saw, I saw something,

but I couldn't say who.

Mr. Trask:

All right. What was the something you saw?

- I couldn't say.

Mr. Trask:

You couldn't say or you wouldn't say?

Charlie Simms:

 Well, I just, I just couldn't say.

Mr. Trask:

Couldn't, wouldn't, shouldn't.

You're exhausting my patience

and making a mockery of these proceedings.

I will give you one last chance.

The consequences of your response will be dire.

By dire I mean your future will be jeopardized permanently.

Now for the last time,

what did you see last Tuesday night outside my office?

Charlie Simms:

I saw somebody.

Mr. Trask:

"l saw somebody." Good.

Mr. Trask:

Did you see their size and shape?

Charlie Simms:

Yeah.

Mr. Trask:

And they were the size and shape of whom?

Charlie Simms:

They were the size and shape of most any Baird student, sir.

Mr. Trask:

I am left with no real witness.

Mr. Trask:

Mr. Willis' testimony is not only vague, it is unsubstantiated.

The substance I was looking for, Mr. Simms,

was to come from you.

Charlie Simms:

I'm sorry.

Mr. Trask:

I'm sorry, too, Mr. Simms,

because you know what I'm going to do

inasmuch as I can't punish Mr. Havemeyer

Mr. Potter or Mr. Jameson?

And I won't punish Mr. Willis.

He's the only party to this incident

who is still worthy of calling himself a Baird man.

I'm going to recommend to the disciplinary committee

that you be expelled.

Mr. Simms, you are a cover-up artist and you are a liar.

Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade:

But not a snitch!

Mr. Trask:

Excuse me?

Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade:

No, I don't think I will.

Mr. Trask:

Mr. Slade.

Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade:

This is such a crock of shit!

Mr. Trask:

Please watch your language, Mr. Slade.

You are in the Baird school, not a barracks.

Mr. Simms, I will give you one final opportunity to speak up.

Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade:

Mr. Simms doesn't want it.

He doesn't need to be labeled

"still worthy of being a Baird man. "

What the hell is that?

What is your motto here?

"Boys, inform on your classmates, save your hide,

"anything short of that, we're gonna burn you at the stake?"

Well, gentlemen,

when the shit hits the fan, some guys run,

and some guys stay.

Here's Charlie, facin' the fire, and there's George,

hidin' in big daddy's pocket.

And what are you doin'?

You're gonna reward George and destroy Charlie.

Mr. Trask:

Are you finished, Mr. Slade?

Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade:

No, I'm just gettin' warmed up.

I don't know who went to this place.

William Howard Taft, William Jennings Bryan, William Tell, whoever.

Their spirit is dead, if they ever had one. It’s gone. You’re building a rat ship here, a vessel for seagoing snitches. 

And if you think you are preparing these minnows for manhood, you better think again, because I say you are killing the very spirit this institution proclaims it instills.

As I came in here, I heard those words: (that Baird is) ‘the cradle of leadership; makers of men, creators of leaders.

Well … be careful what kind of leaders you are producing here. I don’t know if Charlie’s silence here today is right or wrong; I’m not a judge or jury. But I can tell you this — he won’t sell anybody out to buy his future! And that, my friends, is called integrity. That’s called courage. Now that’s the stuff leaders should be made of.

I have come to the crossroads in my life. I always knew what the right path was. Without exception, I knew, but I never 

took it. You know why? It was too damned hard. Now here’s Charlie. He’s come to the crossroads. He has chosen a path. It’s the right path. It’s a path made of principle … that leads to character.

Let him continue on his journey. You hold this boy’s future in your hands. It’s a valuable future, believe me. Don’t destroy it. Protect it. Embrace it. It is going to make you proud one day, I promise you.

 

中校与查理在餐厅与Donna唐娜的对话：

Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade:

Double Jack Daniels on the rocks.

And bring my young friend here a Shirley Temple.

Charlie Simms:

Hold on. Do you have beer?

Certainly. May I see some I.D.?

Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade:

Are you interested in walking the rest of your life, chappy?

Waiter：

I'm sorry, sir, but...

Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade:

I'm a regular here. My boy's going on 23.

Why don't you call up front, the office?

Mr. Gilbert, he's a friend of mine.

Waiter：

Any particular beer?

Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade:

Schlitz. No Schlitz?

Blatz. No Blatz?

Improvise.

Waiter：

 I'll do my best, sir.

Charlie Simms:

Thank you, sir.

Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade:

You're human, Charlie. Beer?

Who are we drinking with?

I'm getting a nice soap- and- water feeling from down there.

Charlie Simms:

Ah... female.

Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade:

Female?

Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade:

You're callin' her female, must mean you like her or you wouldn't be so casual.

Is she alone?

Charlie Simms:

Yeah, she's alone.

Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade:

Things are heating up. Chestnut hair?

Charlie Simms:

Brown, Light brown.

Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade:

Twenty- two?

Charlie Simms:

What am I, guy at a carnival?

Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade:

The day we stop looking, Charlie, is the day we die.

Move.

Charlie Simms:

Where?

Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade:

You know where, son.

Don't be coy, Charlie.

This woman is made for you. I can feel it.

Goddamn beautiful, isn't she?

Charlie Simms:

She's not bad.

Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade:

Whoo- bingo! The boy's alive.

Come on, son, perambulate.

Perambulate.

Excuse me, senorita, do you mind if we join you?

I'm feeling you're being neglected.

Donna：

Well, I'm expecting somebody.

Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade:

Instantly?

Donna：

No, but any minute now.

Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade:

Any minute?

Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade:

Some people live a lifetime in a minute.

What are you doing right now?

Donna：

I'm waiting for him.

Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade:

Would you mind if we waited with you,

you know, just to keep the womanizers from bothering you?

Donna：

No, I don't mind.

Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade:

Thank you.

Charlie.

You know, I detect a fragrance in the air.

Don't tell me what it is.

Ogilvie Sisters soap.

Donna：

Ah, that's amazing.

Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade:

I'm in the amazing business!

Donna：

It is Ogilvie Sisters soap.

My grandmother gave me three bars for Christmas.

Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade:

I'm crazy about your grandmother.

I think she'd have liked Charlie too.

Charlie Simms:

Don't pay any attention to him.

Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade:

What's your name?

Donna：

Donna.

Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade:

Donna? I'm Frank. This here is...

Donna：

This is Charlie.

Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade:

Yes. She likes you.

Charlie's having a difficult weekend. He's going through a crisis.

How does he look like he's holding up?

Donna：

He looks fine to me.

Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade:

Oh! She does like you, Charlie.

So, Donna, ah... do you tango?

Donna：

No. I wanted to learn once, but

Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade:

But?

Donna：

But Michael didn't want to.

Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade:

Michael, the one you're waiting for.

Donna：

Michael thinks the tango's hysterical.

Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade:

Well, I think Michael's hysterical.

Charlie Simms:

Don't pay any attention to him. Did I already say that?

Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade:

What a beautiful laugh.

Donna：

Thank you, Frank.

Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade:

Would you like to learn to tango, Donna?

Donna：

Right now?

Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade:

I'm offering you my services free of charge.

What do you say?

Donna：

I think I'd be a little afraid.

Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade:

Of what?

Afraid of making a mistake.

Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade:

No mistakes in the tango, not like life.

It's simple. That's what makes the tango so great.

If you make a mistake, get all tangled up, just tango on.

Why don't you try?

Will you try it?

Donna：

All right. I'll give it a try.

Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade:

Hold me down, son.

Your arm.

Charlie, I'm gonna need some coordinates here, son.

Charlie Simms:

The floor's about 20 by 30,

And you're at the long end.

There's tables on the outside. The band's on the right.

(Tango is on.)

Donna：

Oh, Frank, you are one incredible dancer.

Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade:

Wait'll you see Charlie dance.

Charlie Simms:

He's a liar. I don't dance.

Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade:

Isn't he a charmer, though?

Truth is, not only can he dance,

but he'll sing you a hell of a tune.

He can do bird calls and imitate Bela Lugosi.

Michael ：

Hi, honey.

Donna：

Hi. Hey.

Michael, this is Frank and this is Charlie.

Hi, Frank, Charlie. Sorry I'm late.

That's okay.

These two gentlemen entertained me,

and time flew.

Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade:

Your girl is a hell of a tango dancer.

Michael ：

At last, you found someone to tango with.

That's terrific!

Let me shake your hand.

No, it was Frank.

Hell, I'll shake both your hands!

This looks like the place, but we gotta go.

We got a date with Darryl and Carol in the Village.

Do you have a check? Michael, please.

Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade:

My pleasure.

Michael ：

No, no. I got this.

Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade:

Michael, get your hand outta your pocket.

I'll take it. Really.

Allow me.

Michael ：

Well, thank you.

Bye, guys.

Danna：

Bye.

Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade:

Darryl and Carol. Yeah.