101忠狗 One Hundred and One Dalmatians(1961)【完整台词】
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Let me see. Six, seven, eight,
nine, ten, eleven...
Hey, get down, you runt!
And stay down!
[Yipping]
Go on, get out of here...
...or I'll black your other peeper.
Where was I? Nine...
Nine... three more.
Twelve and... one, two, three.
That's fifteen!
They're the ones!
[Screeching]
[Sputters] Blimey!
- [Barking]
- What the...?
Horace, look what we got! A tabby cat!
[Chuckling]
How'd you like a tabby cat stew?
Or a cat casserole?
A la mode!
[Chiming]
[Dog barking]
[Second dog barking]
- What is it, Pongo? What is it?
- Shh. It's the Great Dane.
He has news for us.
He'll meet us at Primrose Hill.
- How'll we get out?
- Uh, the back bedroom window.
It's always open a wee bit. C'mon.
- [Deep bark]
- [Barking]
Pongos, you've made it. Good.
- What's the word? What's the news?
- Have they found our puppies?
They've been located
somewhere north of here...
...in Suffolk.
- Oh, thank heaven.
- Can you leave tonight?
- We can leave right away.
I'll go along as far as Camden
Road and give you instructions.
[Foghorn blows]
[Great Dane] When you reach
Wither marsh, contact old Towser.
He'll direct you to the Colonel
and the Colonel will take you
to your puppies at the De Vil place.
- De Vil!
- The De Vil place!
Oh, Pongo, it was her!
Oh, someone you know?
Sorry, sir.
There's no time to explain.
Oh, I hope we're not too late.
Good luck, Pongos. [echoing]
If you lose your way,
contact the barking chain.
They'll be standing by!
[Horn honking]
[Wind howling]
Any news, Colonel?
Not a blasted thing.
They're lost or captured,
or something or other.
- Who knows what.
- Colonel, here comes a car.
[Colonel] Come now, Tibs.
Don't be ridiculous.
- They wouldn't be driving.
- Yes, I know, sir.
But it's heading for Hell Hall.
[Gasping] it...
It's stopping at the gate!
It is? Blast it all!
Better see what's up.
- On the double, man. On the double!
- Yes, sir.
Take over, Captain.
Right-o, sir.
[Man on TV] I'm sorry,
Mr. Simpkins. The answer's no, no, no.
Six down, four to go.
I've got no time to argue.
It's got to be done tonight.
It must be a yes
or no question, Inspector.
Do you understand? Tonight!
[Horace] But they ain't big enough.
You couldn't get half a dozen
coats out of the whole caboodle.
Coats! Dog-skin coats?
Then we'll settle for half
a dozen! We can't wait.
The police are everywhere.
I want the job done tonight!
How're we gonna do it?
Any way you like.
Poison them, drown them.
Bash them in the head.
You got any chloroform?
- Not a drop.
- And no ether, ei-ther.
Eye-ther!
I don't care how you kill the little
beasts, but do it... and do it now!
[Jasper] Aw, please, miss. Have pity.
Can't we see the rest
of the show first?
[Horace] We want to see
"What's My Crime?"
[Gasping, coughing]
Listen, you idiots!
I'll be back in the morning.
The job better be done...
or I'll... I'll call the police!
Do you understand?
I think she means it.
Ah... We'll get on with it...
...as soon as the show's over.
Will you please sign in, sir?
[Whispering] You'd better get out
of here if you want to save your skins.
- But how?
- Shh.
There's a hole in the wall
there by the door.
C'mon, shake a leg.
Psst. Kids, follow me.
[Horace] Hey, Jasper, look! [chuckling]
It's old Meathead.
Yeah, what do you know...
old Meathead Fauncewater.
C'mon, don't crowd.
One at a time. One at a time!
For our last contestant,
meet Mr. Percival Fauncewater.
If the panel fails to guess
your unusual crime in ten questions,
you will receive two weeks
vacation at a seaside resort,
all expenses paid.
That is, after you've paid
your debt to society.
Who will take the first
question? Inspector?
Mr. Fauncewater, could your
crime be classified as larceny?
- A theft, burglary?
- Straighten out!
Form a queue, along the wall.
Snap it up, faster.
[Game show host] Mr. Fauncewater
is a burglar by trade,
but in this case,
his crime was not burglary.
The answer's no. One down,
nine to go. Miss Birdwell?
If your crime wasn't robbery, did you,
uh... oh, dear, what I mean is,
...do something of
a violent nature, that is...
Come, Miss Birdwell,
we're running short of time.
[Miss Birdwell] So sorry.
Did you do someone in?
[Game show host] No, Miss Birdwell,
I'm sorry. The answer is no.
Two down, eight to go.
- Mr. Simpkins?
- Psst.
Hey, kid, let's go.
[Mr. Simpkins] Could it be
a violation of a city ordinance?
Uh, no. The answer is...
Hey, get out of the way,
you little runt!
[Game show host] Three down,
nine, ten, eleven...
Hey, get down, you runt!
And stay down!
[Yipping]
Go on, get out of here...
...or I'll black your other peeper.
Where was I? Nine...
Nine... three more.
Twelve and... one, two, three.
That's fifteen!
They're the ones!
[Screeching]
[Sputters] Blimey!
- [Barking]
- What the...?
Horace, look what we got! A tabby cat!
[Chuckling]
How'd you like a tabby cat stew?
Or a cat casserole?
A la mode!
[Chiming]
[Dog barking]
[Second dog barking]
- What is it, Pongo? What is it?
- Shh. It's the Great Dane.
He has news for us.
He'll meet us at Primrose Hill.
- How'll we get out?
- Uh, the back bedroom window.
It's always open a wee bit. C'mon.
- [Deep bark]
- [Barking]
Pongos, you've made it. Good.
- What's the word? What's the news?
- Have they found our puppies?
They've been located
somewhere north of here...
...in Suffolk.
- Oh, thank heaven.
- Can you leave tonight?
- We can leave right away.
I'll go along as far as Camden
Road and give you instructions.
[Foghorn blows]
[Great Dane] When you reach
Wither marsh, contact old Towser.
He'll direct you to the Colonel
and the Colonel will take you
to your puppies at the De Vil place.
- De Vil!
- The De Vil place!
Oh, Pongo, it was her!
Oh, someone you know?
Sorry, sir.
There's no time to explain.
Oh, I hope we're not too late.
Good luck, Pongos. [echoing]
If you lose your way,
contact the barking chain.
They'll be standing by!
[Horn honking]
[Wind howling]
Any news, Colonel?
Not a blasted thing.
They're lost or captured,
or something or other.
- Who knows what.
- Colonel, here comes a car.
[Colonel] Come now, Tibs.
Don't be ridiculous.
- They wouldn't be driving.
- Yes, I know, sir.
But it's heading for Hell Hall.
[Gasping] it...
It's stopping at the gate!
It is? Blast it all!
Better see what's up.
- On the double, man. On the double!
- Yes, sir.
Take over, Captain.
Right-o, sir.
[Man on TV] I'm sorry,
Mr. Simpkins. The answer's no, no, no.
Six down, four to go.
I've got no time to argue.
It's got to be done tonight.
It must be a yes
or no question, Inspector.
Do you understand? Tonight!
[Horace] But they ain't big enough.
You couldn't get half a dozen
coats out of the whole caboodle.
Coats! Dog-skin coats?
Then we'll settle for half
a dozen! We can't wait.
The police are everywhere.
I want the job done tonight!
How're we gonna do it?
Any way you like.
Poison them, drown them.
Bash them in the head.
You got any chloroform?
- Not a drop.
- And no ether, ei-ther.
Eye-ther!
I don't care how you kill the little
beasts, but do it... and do it now!
[Jasper] Aw, please, miss. Have pity.
Can't we see the rest
of the show first?
[Horace] We want to see
"What's My Crime?"
[Gasping, coughing]
Listen, you idiots!
I'll be back in the morning.
The job better be done...
or I'll... I'll call the police!
Do you understand?
I think she means it.
Ah... We'll get on with it...
...as soon as the show's over.
Will you please sign in, sir?
[Whispering] You'd better get out
of here if you want to save your skins.
- But how?
- Shh.
There's a hole in the wall
there by the door.
C'mon, shake a leg.
Psst. Kids, follow me.
[Horace] Hey, Jasper, look! [chuckling]
It's old Meathead.
Yeah, what do you know...
old Meathead Fauncewater.
C'mon, don't crowd.
One at a time. One at a time!
For our last contestant,
meet Mr. Percival Fauncewater.
If the panel fails to guess
your unusual crime in ten questions,
you will receive two weeks
vacation at a seaside resort,
all expenses paid.
That is, after you've paid
your debt to society.
Who will take the first
question? Inspector?
Mr. Fauncewater, could your
crime be classified as larceny?
- A theft, burglary?
- Straighten out!
Form a queue, along the wall.
Snap it up, faster.
[Game show host] Mr. Fauncewater
is a burglar by trade,
but in this case,
his crime was not burglary.
The answer's no. One down,
nine to go. Miss Birdwell?
If your crime wasn't robbery, did you,
uh... oh, dear, what I mean is,
...do something of
a violent nature, that is...
Come, Miss Birdwell,
we're running short of time.
[Miss Birdwell] So sorry.
Did you do someone in?
[Game show host] No, Miss Birdwell,
I'm sorry. The answer is no.
Two down, eight to go.
- Mr. Simpkins?
- Psst.
Hey, kid, let's go.
[Mr. Simpkins] Could it be
a violation of a city ordinance?
Uh, no. The answer is...
Hey, get out of the way,
you little runt!
[Game show host] Three down,
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