爱华网《闻香识女人》经典对白
T: Mr. Simms, youare a cover-up artist... and you are aliar.
S: But not a snitch !
T: Excuse me ?
S: No, l don't think l will.
T: Mr. Slade.
S: This is such a crock of shit !
T: Please watch yourlanguage, Mr. Slade. You are in the Baird school, not abarracks.
T: Mr. Simms, l will give you one final opportunity to speakup.
S: Mr. Simms doesn'twant it. He doesn't need to be labeled ''still worthy of being aBaird man.'' What the hell is that ? What is your motto here ?''Boys, inform on your classmates, save yourhide;anything short of that, we're gonna burn youat the stake'' ? Well, gentlemen, when the shithits the fan, some guys run... and some guys stay. Here's Charliefacin' the fire, and there's George hidin' in big daddy's pocket.And what are you doin' ? You're gonna reward George and destroyCharlie.
T: Are you finished,Mr. Slade ?
S: No, l'm justgettin' warmed up. l don't know who went to this place.
William Howard Taft, William Jennings Bryant, William Tell,whoever.
Their spirit is dead, if they ever had one. lt's gone. You'rebuildin' a rat ship here, a vessel for seagoin' snitches. And ifyou think you're preparin' these minnows for manhood, you betterthink again, because l say you are killin' the very spirit thisinstitution proclaims it instills. What a sham.
What kind of a show are you guys puttin' on here today ? l mean,the only class in this act is sittin' next to me. l'm here to tellyou this boy's soul is intact. lt's non-negotiable. You know how lknow ? Someone here, and l'm not gonna say who, offered to buy it.Only Charlie here wasn't sellin'.
T: Sir, you're outof order.
S: l show you out oforder. You don't know what out of order is, Mr. Trask. l'd showyou, but l'm too old, 'm too tired, too fuckin' blind. lf l werethe man l was five years ago, l'd take a flamethrower to this place! Out of order ? Who the hell you think you'retalking to ? l've been around, you know ? There was a time l couldsee. And l have seen Boys like these, younger than these, theirarms torn out, their legs ripped off. But there is nothing like thesight of an amputated spirit. There is no prosthetic for that. Youthink you're merely sendin' this splendid foot soldier back home toOregon with his tail between his legs, but l say you areexecutin'his soul !
And why ? Because he's not a Baird man. Bairdmen. You hurt this boy, you're gonna be Baird bums, the lot of you.And, Harry, Jimmy, Trent,wherever you are out there, fuck you too!
T: Stand down, Mr.Slade !
S: l'm not finished.As l came in here, l heard those words :''cradle of leadership.''Well, when the bough breaks, the cradle willfall, and it has fallen here. lt has fallen.Makers of men, creators of leaders. Be careful what kind of leadersyou're producin' here. l don't know if Charlie's silence here todayis right or wrong; l'm not a judge or jury. But l can tell youthis: he won't sell anybody out to buy his future ! And that, myfriends, is called integrity. That's called courage. Now that's thestuff leaders should be made of. Now l have come to the crossroadsin my life. l always knew what the right path was. Withoutexception, l knew, but l never took it.You know why? lt was too damn hard. Nowhere's Charlie.He's come to the crossroads. He has chosen a path.lt's the right path. lt'sa path made of principle that leads tocharacter. Let him continue on hisjourney. You hold this boy'sfuture in your hands, Committee. lt's a valuable future, believeme. Don't destroy it. Protect it. Embrace it. lt's gonna make youproud one day, l promise you.
