怦然心动 Flipped (2010)【完整台词】

And it felt good to no longer care
about Bryce Loski.

The dinner with the Bakers
had taken its toll on me.

Then the annual
school fundraiser arrived...

...and I found myself
with a whole new set of problems.

I was a Basketboy.

To fully appreciate the humiliation
of being a Basketboy...

...you need to know that the chosen few are
auctioned off in front of the student body...

...to the highest-bidding females.

Yes, technically, each of us
comes with a lunch in a basket...

...but let's not kid ourselves.
This was a beefcake parade.

There he is, my idol.

One word, you're a dead man.

No, man, I'm serious.
Listen, you won't believe this.

What?

Two of the hottest chicks
are fighting over you.

- What are you talking about?
- Sherry is breaking up with Mitch.

She and Melanie
are having a bidding war over you.

I don't care.

Are you nuts?
Sherry dumped Mitch because of you.

You're my idol.

As comforting as it was
to be Garrett's idol...

...it didn't diminish the horror
of being Basketboy number nine.

And my only hope was that a giant tornado
would destroy the school before the event.

It was a long shot.

Welcome, everyone...

...to this year's
Mayfield Boosters Club Auction.

Once again we are pleased to present...

- ...20 of Mayfield's finest young men...
- Bryce, Bryce, Bryce.

- What are you doing here?
- Juli's in the third row.

- So?
- So she's got a wad of cash.

- Bullshit.
- Bull-true.

I saw her counting it by her locker.

And now...

...please give a big Mayfield School
welcome...

...to your 1963 Basketboys.

Juli with cash? What did this mean?

Was it possible
she was gonna bid on me?

First up, we have...

...Raymond Hughes.

Raymond's on the chess team...

...and his hobbies include stamp collecting
and the yo-yo.

Remember, when you bid...

...you'll not only be getting
the handsome Mr. Hughes...

...you'll also be enjoying...

...a lovely chicken-salad sandwich...

...and what looks to be
a tasty bean dip, and...

Oh. Excuse me, onion dip.

And a big slice of cherry pie.

Okay, who will start the bidding at $5?

- Thus began the bidding.
- Anybody?

Or in Raymond Hughes' case,
the lack of bidding.

Very good, here we go.

- Five.
- Sold.

- Ten dollars.
- Sold.

- Fifteen.
- Sold.

Come on. Do I hear 10?

- Ten.
- Ten.

- Ten.
- Peanut-butter-and-banana sandwich.

Fifteen.

Sold for $15.

Number eight is Eddie Trulock.

Eddie is a member of the debate team.

Now only Eddie Trulock
stood between me and the auction block.

I wasn't interested in his hobbies
or what was in his basket.

- Let's start the bidding at $5.
- All I could think of was Juli.

- Anybody?
- What if she did bid on me?

What if she got in a bidding war
with Sherry and Melanie and lost out?

No bidders?

I was contemplating the horrors
of this when...

Eight dollars.

There you go. Eight dollars,
that's more like it. Do I hear 10?

Juli Baker was bidding on Eddie Trulock?

- Okay, 8 going once.
- How could she bid on Eddie?

- Eight going twice.
- How could she bid on anyone?

Sold to Juli Baker.

Next is Basketboy number nine,
Bryce Loski.

I knew I was supposed
to step forward, but I couldn't move.

Step up, Bryce, don't be shy.

Better late than never. Ha, ha.

Bryce likes to play baseball.

- Five dollars.
- Oh, well, wait until I...

- Ten.
- Oh.

Well, it appears the bidding is underway.

- Fifteen.
- Twenty.

- Twenty-five.
- Thirty.

- Thirty-five.
- Forty.

- Fifty.
- Oh, my.

Fifty dollars. Wh...

Fifty going once.

Fifty going twice.

Sold to Miss Sherry Stalls for $50.

An all-time record.

Oh, the boosters will be very grateful
for such a generous donation.

It's strange.

Here I was, having lunch
with the hottest girl in school...

...and I was miserable.

We're going up to the lake.
My dad has a cabin there...

...and you get the most outrageous tan.

Because less than 20 feet
away from me was Juli.

My Juli with Eddie Trulock.

She's laughing.

What was she laughing about?

How could she sit there and laugh
and look so beautiful?

Bryce, are you all right?

What?

What are you staring at?

Nothing.

Lunch is really delicious, Bryce.

Bryce, did you hear me?

This is a really delicious lunch.

Can we not talk about tans or food?

Well, what do you wanna talk about?

I don't know, perpetual motion?
Do you know anything about that?

Perpetual what?

I don't know what came over me.
It was like I was possessed or something.

- Juli, I gotta talk to you.
- What?

What's going on, Bryce?

What are you doing?

Bryce, stop it.

Bryce, you didn't even make it to first base.

I'll kiss you. Ha, ha.

Juli! Juli!

Juli, wait. Can we talk?

Juli!

- What's the matter with you?
- Leave me alone, Garrett.

You get a date with the finest girl
on campus and you blow it for Juli.

- You wouldn't understand!
- I completely don't understand!

We're talking about Juli Baker here.

Nightmare neighbor, know-it-all nuisance.
The coop-poop babe.

Shut up!

Hey, have you flipped?
What's the matter with you?

You know what, if you're gonna be like this,
I don't need the association.

- Well, good, because neither do I.
- Yeah, neither do I!

As I walked home with the dirty
dishes clanking inside my picnic basket...

...all I could think of was Juli.

And I realized Garrett was right
about one thing:

I had flipped. Completely.

Hello?

Oh, heh. Hi, Mrs. Baker. Is Juli there?

Oh. I'm sorry, Bryce.
Juli doesn't wanna talk.

Please, Mrs. Baker. I gotta see her.

I'm sorry, Bryce.

But I'm afraid she's locked herself
in her room.

I tried to go to bed early that night...

...but I couldn't sleep.

I watched her house from my window
for hours.

I had to find a way
to show her how I felt.

Monday morning,
as I made my way into school...

...I was deciding which
of the Everly Brothers I'd rather marry...

...when Dana Tressler forced Bryce
back into my brain.

Juli. The list is out.

There he is, number nine, your main dish.

Bryce Loski's not my main dish.

- Oh, you're sticking to your diet.
- It's not a diet, Dana.

- I'm over him, okay?
- I'm glad to hear it.

Because rumor has it Sherry's
already staking her claim on him.

Sherry? Sherry Stalls?

Oh, Liz. Macy. The list is up.

That afternoon, I found myself
obsessing about the Basketboy auction.

I could feel myself backsliding
about Bryce.

But why should I care if Sherry liked him?

I shouldn't even be thinking about him.

I had to rise above this.

Bryce Loski was no longer in my life.

On the morning of the auction,
I was on edge.

I found myself, without even knowing
how it happened, staring at my egg money.

I needed a strategy.

It was simple.

If I left my money at home,
I'd leave temptation with it.

My strategy suffered a setback
when I ran into Mrs. Steuby.

Julianna.

Julianna.

Hello, dear.

I'm so sorry it's taken me so long
to get this to you...

...but I keep missing you in the morning.

Mrs. Steuby, I don't want that.
You don't have to...

Don't be ridiculous. I'm gonna pay you.

- I'm going to pay you.
- I don't want that. I don't want it.

Yeah, I want you to go out
and buy yourself something festive.

Pedal pushers. Ha, ha.