本杰明·巴顿奇事 The Curious Case of Benjamin Button (2008)【完整台词】
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What are you looking at, Caroline?
-The wind, mom.
They say a hurricane is coming.
I feel like I'm on a boat...
drifting.
Can I do anything for you, mom?
Make anything easier?
Oh, sugar. There is
nothing left to do.
It is what it is.
I'm finding it harder
to keep my eyes open.
My mouth's full of... cotton.
There, there, miss Daisy.
You will scratch yourself to ribbons.
Do you want any more
medication, mother?
Doctor said you can
have as much as you want.
No need for anybody to suffer.
A friend told me that...
she never had a chance to say
goodbye to her mother.
I wanted to tell you...
how much I'm gonna miss you.
Mom.
Oh, Caroline.
Are you afraid?
-I'm curious.
What comes next...
They built that train
station in 1918.
Our father was there
the day it opened.
He said that...
a tuba band was playing.
They had the finest clockmaker
in all of the South
to build that glorious clock.
His name was
Mr Gateau.
Mr Cake.
He was married to a Creole
of Evangeline Parish
and they had a son.
Mr Gateau was from birth
absolutely blind.
When their son was old enough,
he joined the army.
They prayed God would keep him
out of harm's way.
For months, he did nothing
but work on that clock.
One day a letter came.
Mr Gateau, done for the night,
went up alone to bed.
And their son came home.
They burried him
in a family plot
where he would be with them
when their time came.
Mr Cake worked on his clock,
laboring to finish.
It was a morning to remember.
Papa said there were
people everywhere.
Even Teddy Roosevelt came.
It's running backwards!
I made it that way.
So that perhaps the boys
that we lost in a war
might stand and
come home again.
Home to farm,
work,
have children,
to live long, full lives.
Perhaps my own son
might come home again.
I'm sorry if I offended anybody.
I hope you enjoy my clock.
Mr Cake was never seen again.
Some say he died
of a broken heart.
Some say he went to sea...
Excuse me, do you mind
if I make a call?
Somebody's watching
my little boy. -Sure.
I hope I haven't
disappointed you.
You couldn't disappoint me.
Well, I...
I know I don't have much
to show for myself.
The suitcase.
There's a diary.
This?
Could you read it to me, dear?
-Is this what you wanna do?
I tried to read it a hundred
different times...
Mom, it's not exactly...
Just the sound of
your voice, darling.
It's dated "April 4th, 1985."
It says, "New Orleans."
This is my last will
and testament.
I don't have much to leave,
few possessions, no money really.
I will go out of this world
the same way I came in,
alone and with nothing.
All I have is my story.
I'm writing it now
while I still remember it.
My name is Benjamin.
Benjamin Button.
And I was born under
unusual circumstances.
The first world war had ended.
I've been told it was an
especially good night to be born.
We won the war!
What are you doing here?
-Thomas...
I'm afraid she's gonna die.
-What?
That's enough! All of you!
Get away from her!
I came as quickly as I could.
The streets are filled with people.
Thomas, promise me
he has a place...
Yeah.
She gave her life for me.
And for that,
I am forever grateful.
Mr Button...!
Thomas!
Thomas, wait!
Hey, what are you doing there!?
What do you have there?
The air is sweet.
You look very handsome
tonigh, miss Queenie.
Handsome as I ever seen you.
The brown matches your eyes.
-Oh, hush!
You ain't no slouch yourself.
Hambert's back in town.
He came home legless...
but he home... I know you was
sweet on him one time...
Sweeter than I shoulda been...
-Miss Simone messed herself.
Sweet Jesus! She got to stop
doing that, or it's diapers for her.
-I'll be right there!
-C'mon, it's awful nice out here.
Come out back for a moment,
take your mind off things.
What in God's name...!?
Oh, the Lord done
something here...!
I hope I didn't hurt it none,
steppin' on it like that.
We best leave that for
the police. -Oh, baby.
I'll go.
It's for sure nobody wanted
to keep it. Come on, baby.
Quennie!
-Hold your water!
I'll be back.
She went and messed
herself all over again...
Jane Childress, start her a bath.
And mind your own
-The wind, mom.
They say a hurricane is coming.
I feel like I'm on a boat...
drifting.
Can I do anything for you, mom?
Make anything easier?
Oh, sugar. There is
nothing left to do.
It is what it is.
I'm finding it harder
to keep my eyes open.
My mouth's full of... cotton.
There, there, miss Daisy.
You will scratch yourself to ribbons.
Do you want any more
medication, mother?
Doctor said you can
have as much as you want.
No need for anybody to suffer.
A friend told me that...
she never had a chance to say
goodbye to her mother.
I wanted to tell you...
how much I'm gonna miss you.
Mom.
Oh, Caroline.
Are you afraid?
-I'm curious.
What comes next...
They built that train
station in 1918.
Our father was there
the day it opened.
He said that...
a tuba band was playing.
They had the finest clockmaker
in all of the South
to build that glorious clock.
His name was
Mr Gateau.
Mr Cake.
He was married to a Creole
of Evangeline Parish
and they had a son.
Mr Gateau was from birth
absolutely blind.
When their son was old enough,
he joined the army.
They prayed God would keep him
out of harm's way.
For months, he did nothing
but work on that clock.
One day a letter came.
Mr Gateau, done for the night,
went up alone to bed.
And their son came home.
They burried him
in a family plot
where he would be with them
when their time came.
Mr Cake worked on his clock,
laboring to finish.
It was a morning to remember.
Papa said there were
people everywhere.
Even Teddy Roosevelt came.
It's running backwards!
I made it that way.
So that perhaps the boys
that we lost in a war
might stand and
come home again.
Home to farm,
work,
have children,
to live long, full lives.
Perhaps my own son
might come home again.
I'm sorry if I offended anybody.
I hope you enjoy my clock.
Mr Cake was never seen again.
Some say he died
of a broken heart.
Some say he went to sea...
Excuse me, do you mind
if I make a call?
Somebody's watching
my little boy. -Sure.
I hope I haven't
disappointed you.
You couldn't disappoint me.
Well, I...
I know I don't have much
to show for myself.
The suitcase.
There's a diary.
This?
Could you read it to me, dear?
-Is this what you wanna do?
I tried to read it a hundred
different times...
Mom, it's not exactly...
Just the sound of
your voice, darling.
It's dated "April 4th, 1985."
It says, "New Orleans."
This is my last will
and testament.
I don't have much to leave,
few possessions, no money really.
I will go out of this world
the same way I came in,
alone and with nothing.
All I have is my story.
I'm writing it now
while I still remember it.
My name is Benjamin.
Benjamin Button.
And I was born under
unusual circumstances.
The first world war had ended.
I've been told it was an
especially good night to be born.
We won the war!
What are you doing here?
-Thomas...
I'm afraid she's gonna die.
-What?
That's enough! All of you!
Get away from her!
I came as quickly as I could.
The streets are filled with people.
Thomas, promise me
he has a place...
Yeah.
She gave her life for me.
And for that,
I am forever grateful.
Mr Button...!
Thomas!
Thomas, wait!
Hey, what are you doing there!?
What do you have there?
The air is sweet.
You look very handsome
tonigh, miss Queenie.
Handsome as I ever seen you.
The brown matches your eyes.
-Oh, hush!
You ain't no slouch yourself.
Hambert's back in town.
He came home legless...
but he home... I know you was
sweet on him one time...
Sweeter than I shoulda been...
-Miss Simone messed herself.
Sweet Jesus! She got to stop
doing that, or it's diapers for her.
-I'll be right there!
-C'mon, it's awful nice out here.
Come out back for a moment,
take your mind off things.
What in God's name...!?
Oh, the Lord done
something here...!
I hope I didn't hurt it none,
steppin' on it like that.
We best leave that for
the police. -Oh, baby.
I'll go.
It's for sure nobody wanted
to keep it. Come on, baby.
Quennie!
-Hold your water!
I'll be back.
She went and messed
herself all over again...
Jane Childress, start her a bath.
And mind your own
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