独立日 Independence Day (1996)【完整台词】
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ASTRONAUT: For those who haven't read the
plaque, we'll read the plaque.
Here men from the
planet Earth,
first set foot
upon the moon,
July 1969.
We came in peace
for all mankind.
(CRICKETS CHIRPING FAINTLY)
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)
(BEEPING RAPIDLY)
(TURNS OFF MUSIC)
(SIGNAL PULSING)
(PHONE RINGING)
If this isn't an insanely
beautiful woman, I'm hanging up.
Sir.
(STAMMERS) I think you
should listen to this.
(SIGNAL PULSING)
Ow! Ow!
Sir?
MAN: God damn it! Damn!
Sir?
MAN: Damn.
WOMAN: Come on, baby. Come on, baby.
Come on, baby. Come on.
This better not be another
damn Russian spy job!
Boys from Air Traffic Res
say the skies are clear.
It's the real thing.
A radio signal from
another world.
Let. Let's. Let's not
jump the gun here.
Get online with Space Command.
They're gonna want to know about...
Jeez, what's with the golf balls.
You're gonna kill me here.
Wait. wait. This
can't be right.
The calculated
distance from source,
is only 375,000km.
WOMAN: It's coming from the moon.
(SIGNAL PULSING)
GREY: Who else knows
about this?
MAN: S.E.T.I. in New Mexico
identified a signal.
But...
they're even more confused
than we are, sir.
Excuse me.
Major!
MAN: Yes, sir.
Radar reception has
been impaired,
but we were able
to get these.
We estimate that it has a
diameter of over 550km
and a mass roughly 1/4
the size of our moon.
GREY: What the hell is it?
A meteor?
No, sir.
MAN: No, definitely not.
How do you know?
Well sir, it's
slowing down.
It's what?
MAN: It's...
It's slowing down, sir.
Get me the Secretary
of Defense.
Then wake him!
(PHONE RINGING)
Hello.
MARY: Hi. It's me.
TOM: Hi.
What time is it there?
It's 2:45 in
the morning.
MARY: I know I didn't
wake you.
As a matter of
fact, you did.
Liar.
I have a confession
to make.
I'm sleeping next to a
beautiful, young brunette.
MARY: You didn't let her stay
up all night watching TV?
Did you?
TOM: Of course not.
You're gonna come home right
after the luncheon, right?
MARY: Yes, yes, yes, yes.
Okay.
Mommy?
Here's your mother.
MARY: (ON PHONE)
Hi, honey!
Hi. I miss you.
I know, I miss you too.
President Whitmore's approval ratings
have slipped below 40%.
Even his crime bill failed to pass.
He's good.
Are the salad days over for
President Whitmore? More talk.
MAN: (ON TV) Leadership as
a pilot in the Gulf War
is completely different from
leadership in politics.
Daddy let me
watch Letterman.
Traitor.
WOMAN: (ON TV) That's the problem. They
elected a warrior and they got a wimp.
Good morning, George.
GEORGE: Good morning, Mr. President.
That game couldn't
have been pretty.
Thank you, sir.
Connie, you're up awfully
early this morning.
They're not attacking
your policies, sir.
They're attacking
your age.
CONNIE: Whitmore seems
less like the president
and more like the orphan
child Oliver asking.
Please sir, I'd
like some more.
That's clever.
Yeah, well, I'm
not laughing.
Age was never an issue when
you stuck to your guns.
You were thought of as
young, idealistic. Thanks.
Now...
the message has
gotten lost.
It's just too
much politics,
too much compromise.
Isn't it amazing how quickly
everyone can turn against you?
It's a fine line between
standing behind a principle and
hiding behind one.
You can tolerate a
little compromise,
if you're actually managing to
get something accomplished.
Well...
The Orange County Dispatch has voted you
one of the ten sexiest men of the year.
That's...
That's accomplishing
something.
MAN: Excuse me, Mr.
President.
It's the Secretary
of Defense.
Yes.
Could you say
that again?
MAN: (ON RADIO) Station
WXBY out here in Brooklyn.
The temperature is 95
degrees in Central Park.
What it is here in the
borough, God only knows.
Let's go to Nick Jones.
He'll give us a traffic
report to the beaches...
JULIUS: So what
are you waiting?
My Social Security will expire,
you'll still be sitting there.
I'm thinking.
JULIUS: Yeah, well,
think already!
DAVID: Do you know how long it
takes for those cups to decompose?
If you don't move soon, I'm
gonna start to decompose.
Ah-ha!
Listen David, I've been
meaning to talk with you.
It's nice that you see me
so much now, but... Don't.
Don't start, Dad.
I'm only saying it's been what?
Four years?
You're still wearing
a wedding band?
Three years.
All right, three, four. You're divorced.
Come on. Move on.
This is not healthy.
DAVID: No, this is not healthy.
Smoking is not healthy.
Checkmate.
JULIUS: Wait a minute, wait
a minute, wait a minute.
Wait, wait, wait.
This is not...
This is not checkmate.
See you tomorrow, Pop.
No, no, just hold on.
This is not checkmate.
Checkmate.
Yes, we've got everybody we
have working on the problem.
I love XFiles, too. I
hope you get to see it.
(ALL TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
MARTY: David! David!
What's the hell's the point of having a
beeper if you're not gonna turn it on?
It was turned on, I
was ignoring you.
Hello. What's the...
What's the big
emergency?
It started
this morning.
Every station's making
like it's the 1950s.
We got static. We got snow.
All kinds of distortions.
Nobody knows...
What are you doing? There's a reason
we have bins labeled recycle.
What the hell
is going on?
My God in heaven.
So sue me, David!
We got a problem.
DAVID: Did you, try to
switch transponder channels?
MARTY: Oh, please. You think I'd be this
panicked if it was something simple?
Ok. Let's point the dish
at another satellite.
MARTY: We tried that.
It didn't work.
It's almost as though
they weren't even there.
All right. What've
we got here?
This is impossible.
MAN: We created a
race of robots.
Their function...
TROY: Miguel, the signal's
all screwed up.
MIGUEL: Stop it.
Just leave it alone.
You're gonna break
it, all right?
It's so fuzzy.
Oh, no.
Good morning, Lucas.
You see these?
LUCAS: I got a whole god
damn crop full of these.
If your father's not in
the air in 20 minutes...
I'm getting
someone else.
Russell!
RUSSELL: Hey, Miguel!
(LAUGHING EXCITEDLY)
(SCREAMING)
Whoa!
plaque, we'll read the plaque.
Here men from the
planet Earth,
first set foot
upon the moon,
July 1969.
We came in peace
for all mankind.
(CRICKETS CHIRPING FAINTLY)
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)
(BEEPING RAPIDLY)
(TURNS OFF MUSIC)
(SIGNAL PULSING)
(PHONE RINGING)
If this isn't an insanely
beautiful woman, I'm hanging up.
Sir.
(STAMMERS) I think you
should listen to this.
(SIGNAL PULSING)
Ow! Ow!
Sir?
MAN: God damn it! Damn!
Sir?
MAN: Damn.
WOMAN: Come on, baby. Come on, baby.
Come on, baby. Come on.
This better not be another
damn Russian spy job!
Boys from Air Traffic Res
say the skies are clear.
It's the real thing.
A radio signal from
another world.
Let. Let's. Let's not
jump the gun here.
Get online with Space Command.
They're gonna want to know about...
Jeez, what's with the golf balls.
You're gonna kill me here.
Wait. wait. This
can't be right.
The calculated
distance from source,
is only 375,000km.
WOMAN: It's coming from the moon.
(SIGNAL PULSING)
GREY: Who else knows
about this?
MAN: S.E.T.I. in New Mexico
identified a signal.
But...
they're even more confused
than we are, sir.
Excuse me.
Major!
MAN: Yes, sir.
Radar reception has
been impaired,
but we were able
to get these.
We estimate that it has a
diameter of over 550km
and a mass roughly 1/4
the size of our moon.
GREY: What the hell is it?
A meteor?
No, sir.
MAN: No, definitely not.
How do you know?
Well sir, it's
slowing down.
It's what?
MAN: It's...
It's slowing down, sir.
Get me the Secretary
of Defense.
Then wake him!
(PHONE RINGING)
Hello.
MARY: Hi. It's me.
TOM: Hi.
What time is it there?
It's 2:45 in
the morning.
MARY: I know I didn't
wake you.
As a matter of
fact, you did.
Liar.
I have a confession
to make.
I'm sleeping next to a
beautiful, young brunette.
MARY: You didn't let her stay
up all night watching TV?
Did you?
TOM: Of course not.
You're gonna come home right
after the luncheon, right?
MARY: Yes, yes, yes, yes.
Okay.
Mommy?
Here's your mother.
MARY: (ON PHONE)
Hi, honey!
Hi. I miss you.
I know, I miss you too.
President Whitmore's approval ratings
have slipped below 40%.
Even his crime bill failed to pass.
He's good.
Are the salad days over for
President Whitmore? More talk.
MAN: (ON TV) Leadership as
a pilot in the Gulf War
is completely different from
leadership in politics.
Daddy let me
watch Letterman.
Traitor.
WOMAN: (ON TV) That's the problem. They
elected a warrior and they got a wimp.
Good morning, George.
GEORGE: Good morning, Mr. President.
That game couldn't
have been pretty.
Thank you, sir.
Connie, you're up awfully
early this morning.
They're not attacking
your policies, sir.
They're attacking
your age.
CONNIE: Whitmore seems
less like the president
and more like the orphan
child Oliver asking.
Please sir, I'd
like some more.
That's clever.
Yeah, well, I'm
not laughing.
Age was never an issue when
you stuck to your guns.
You were thought of as
young, idealistic. Thanks.
Now...
the message has
gotten lost.
It's just too
much politics,
too much compromise.
Isn't it amazing how quickly
everyone can turn against you?
It's a fine line between
standing behind a principle and
hiding behind one.
You can tolerate a
little compromise,
if you're actually managing to
get something accomplished.
Well...
The Orange County Dispatch has voted you
one of the ten sexiest men of the year.
That's...
That's accomplishing
something.
MAN: Excuse me, Mr.
President.
It's the Secretary
of Defense.
Yes.
Could you say
that again?
MAN: (ON RADIO) Station
WXBY out here in Brooklyn.
The temperature is 95
degrees in Central Park.
What it is here in the
borough, God only knows.
Let's go to Nick Jones.
He'll give us a traffic
report to the beaches...
JULIUS: So what
are you waiting?
My Social Security will expire,
you'll still be sitting there.
I'm thinking.
JULIUS: Yeah, well,
think already!
DAVID: Do you know how long it
takes for those cups to decompose?
If you don't move soon, I'm
gonna start to decompose.
Ah-ha!
Listen David, I've been
meaning to talk with you.
It's nice that you see me
so much now, but... Don't.
Don't start, Dad.
I'm only saying it's been what?
Four years?
You're still wearing
a wedding band?
Three years.
All right, three, four. You're divorced.
Come on. Move on.
This is not healthy.
DAVID: No, this is not healthy.
Smoking is not healthy.
Checkmate.
JULIUS: Wait a minute, wait
a minute, wait a minute.
Wait, wait, wait.
This is not...
This is not checkmate.
See you tomorrow, Pop.
No, no, just hold on.
This is not checkmate.
Checkmate.
Yes, we've got everybody we
have working on the problem.
I love XFiles, too. I
hope you get to see it.
(ALL TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
MARTY: David! David!
What's the hell's the point of having a
beeper if you're not gonna turn it on?
It was turned on, I
was ignoring you.
Hello. What's the...
What's the big
emergency?
It started
this morning.
Every station's making
like it's the 1950s.
We got static. We got snow.
All kinds of distortions.
Nobody knows...
What are you doing? There's a reason
we have bins labeled recycle.
What the hell
is going on?
My God in heaven.
So sue me, David!
We got a problem.
DAVID: Did you, try to
switch transponder channels?
MARTY: Oh, please. You think I'd be this
panicked if it was something simple?
Ok. Let's point the dish
at another satellite.
MARTY: We tried that.
It didn't work.
It's almost as though
they weren't even there.
All right. What've
we got here?
This is impossible.
MAN: We created a
race of robots.
Their function...
TROY: Miguel, the signal's
all screwed up.
MIGUEL: Stop it.
Just leave it alone.
You're gonna break
it, all right?
It's so fuzzy.
Oh, no.
Good morning, Lucas.
You see these?
LUCAS: I got a whole god
damn crop full of these.
If your father's not in
the air in 20 minutes...
I'm getting
someone else.
Russell!
RUSSELL: Hey, Miguel!
(LAUGHING EXCITEDLY)
(SCREAMING)
Whoa!
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