22. 185977 - Confidentially Yours (第2季)【完整台词】

ANNOUNCER [ON PAL]: Tonight, some lucky contestant will walk out of here with fame fortune and the total respect of the journalism community.

Yes, it's time for.

CROWD: The Pulitzer Prize! [CHEERING] ANNOUNCER: And here are our contestants, from the Washington Post Woodward and Bernstein.

[CHEERING] From his retirement home in Martha's Vineyard you know him, you love him, and boy, do you trust him Walter Cronkite.

[CHEERING] And from the Long Island Daily Herald, Maggie Seaver.

[ONLY MAGGIE CHEERING] CROWD: Who? ANNOUNCER Maggie Seaver? [ALL LAUGHING] Jason, what's going on? What were you thinking, Maggie? I mean, Woodward and Bernstein? Walter Cronkite? You're not in their league.

[LAUGHING] Just be thankful you have a job.

[LAUGHING] Jason, why are you talking to me like this? Don't ask me, Maggie, it's your dream.

I mean, look at this.

Would I wear polka dots? [LAUGHING] Oh, Maggie.

[CROWD LAUGHING] MAGGIE: Oh, Jason! Jason! -Ah! Ah! -Maggie, what is it? Maggie.

Jason? Yes, it's Jason, honey.

Oh, honey, I just had the weirdest, scariest dream.

I was a chicken and I was nominated for the Pulitzer Prize with Walter Cronkite and Woodward and Bernstein.

But then everybody started laughing at me and making fun and I felt terrible.

You were a chicken? Even you were cruel to me.

-Honey, I know what this is.

-Aren't you gonna apologize? -For what? -For being so cruel.

It was your dream.

That's exactly what you said in my dream and I didn't buy it.

Sorry.

That's better.

Honey, your dreams are just little messages from your subconscious.

You have to think of it as being sent little telegrams.

So, what's the message? Well, we went to the journalism awards dinner last night.

-Yeah.

-And you didn't win anything.

-Yeah.

-So you're afraid that well, that means you're not a good reporter.

Jason, I am certainly not afraid I'm a good reporter.

I know.

-I mean a bad reporter.

-Yeah.

Doesn't matter to me one little bit that I was overlooked for the second year in a row.

What do I need a silly, little Long Island journalism award for, huh? JASON: Uh-huh.

Afraid I'm a bad reporter.

What kind of a crack is that? Oh, yeah-- Mr.

Watney, I can't help you if you don't communicate.

If I tell you things, how do I know you won't turn around and sell it to 60 Minutes? The patient-doctor relationship is practically sacred.

I've never violated it and I never will.

Okay, I'll tell you everything.

[TIMER DINGS] I'm sorry, your time is up.

Great.

One of these weeks we're gonna have to get around to why you're here.

Yeah, right.

Right, right, next week.

I promise.

[BEEP] MAGGIE [ON RECORDING]: Hi, honey, it's me.

Call me the second you're through with your patient.

No, wait.

Put down the phone and listen.

I said listen.

Remember the keynote speaker at the journalism awards banquet last night? -Max Drummond.

-Max Drummond, right.

Out of the blue, he calls me says he thinks I'm talented and ready for the big time.

Then he offers me a job on his paper.

Jason, me, writing for the New York Clarion.

Isn't that fantastic? -Well, isn't it? -Yeah.

I thought so too, but when I could finally talk I told him I needed time to think it over and to talk to you.

He wanted you and me to have dinner tonight with him and his wife.

He said he'd like to get to know us socially.

Isn't this exciting? Bye, sweetheart.

Well, don't just sit there, call me.

Come on, Maggie, we're gonna be in Manhattan by 8.

-What do you think? -If this guy doesn't hire you, I will.

-Oh, Jason, why wouldn't he hire me? -Well, I'm sure-- -Why would he hire me? -He's gotta know-- Maybe there isn't a job.

Maybe this is all the same bad dream.

Honey, relax, if this were a dream, I'd be wearing more comfortable shoes.

Yeah, you're right, I'm sorry.

I'm just being a big chicken.

That's why I was a chicken in my dream.

Will you forget that dream? You're a talented, experienced reporter who just happens to lay eggs.

-You're right.

-I hope not.

I mean, I must know what I'm doing.

Why would a New York City editor wanna hire me? -Right.

-Thank you.

It's about time you tuned in to what everybody already knows.

-And that is how totally terrific you are.

-Aw.

Dad, get that woman out of here, Mom's upstairs.

Wait a second.

Is that hot, sexy babe Mom? Isn't he sweet? Among other things.

-Carol, Ben, we're leaving.

-All right.

BEN: Good luck.

-Break a leg.

You guys have fun, and don't worry, we'll keep Carol in line.

Oh, good.

-Bye, guys.

-Bye-bye.

BEN: Bye.

-Good luck.

Ice cream! Ice cream! "We'll keep Carol in line"? Yeah, come on.

We know what a nutty troublemaker you are.

Me? Who's the one who's always straightening up around here, huh? Who's the one who tells you to get your smelly tennis shoes off the couch? Oh, don't forget the other one, Carol.

Oh, I won't.

Here, catch.

BEN: I didn't do it.

Monsieur and Madame Drummond should be along shortly.