邻家特工 The Spy Next Door 精讲之四

第一页：片段欣赏
第二页：巧学口语
第三页：小小翻译家
第四页：文化一瞥

 

精彩对白

Ian: It doesn't look like they have chicken tenders here.

Bob: Wait inside. I have to make a call.

Firefly: This is Firefly.

Bob: This is Bob Ho. I need help.

Larry:  Yeah, so I get pretty good grades at this university. I'm top of the class. I don't like to brag, but, you know.

Farren: Bob, this is Larry. 

Larry: Pleased to meet you, sir.

Bob: Let's get some food.

Farren: He goes to the university.

Ian: He's a poet. Isn't it cool? 

Bob: It's rad. It's awesome. It's jiggy for shizzy. It's the bomb. Let's go.

Farren: Hey! How embarrassing.

Ian: You know, most people don't like me when they first meet me. But Larry did.

Bob: I have two words for you, Larry. Thirteen.

Nora: I have to go.

Bob: All right, Nora. Come on. You two stay at the table. No, no, no.I can't go in there.

Nora: Boys are pigs.

Bob: Careful.

Larry: And the lion jumped on me, and I killed him with my bare hands, and I saved the colonel's life.

Farren: You're brave.

Larry: Thanks.

Ian: How about this, Bob? The whole restaurant and the waitress sat Larry here. Isn't it great? 

Farren: It's like it's fate or something.

Larry: Really, sir, we're just goofing around. Hey, Nora. Knock, knock.

Nora: Who's there?

Larry: Irish stew.

Nora: Irish stew who?

Larry: Irish stew in the name of the law.

Farren: Larry was telling me all about the university. It sounds great.

Larry: I'd be glad to give you a tour sometime.

Bob: When pigs fly.

Farren: It's not up to you. You're not my dad.

Bob: No, but I know that your mother hasn't completely lost her mind.

Farren: It's just a tour, Bob. It's not like he's asking me out on a date or anything. Are you?

Larry: No, it's just a friendly offer.

Farren: Even if it was a date, you still couldn't stop me.

Bob: What's your major, Larry?

Larry: English Lit.

Bob: Would you pass the soy sauce?

Larry: That way I get a background in the classics.

Bob: You speak Russian, Larry? 

Farren: What's going on?

Larry: This is going to be painful.

Bob: You're right about that. Go, go, go. Maybe you'll write a poem about this. Goodbye, Larry.

Farren: Fine. He's too old for me.

Nora: Bob, I don't want to be a princess anymore. I want to be a cyborg.