假結(jié)婚 The Proposal 精講之一

第一頁：片段欣賞
第二頁：巧學口語
第三頁：小小翻譯家
第四頁：總劇情

 

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Boss’s assistant: We, uh, just spoke to your immigration attorney.

Margaret: Great. So, we're all good? Everything good?

Boss: Margaret, your visa application has been denied. And you are being deported.

Margaret: Deported?

Boss: And apparently there was also some paperwork that you didn't fill out in time.

Margaret: Come on. Come on! It's not like I'm even an immigrant! I'm from Canada, for Christ's sake. There's gotta be... there's gotta be something we can do.

Boss’s assistant: We can reapply, but unfortunately you have to leave the country for at least a year.

Margaret: OK. OK, well, that's not ideal, but, uh...I can, uh... I can manage everything from Toronto...

Boss: No, Margaret.

Margaret: with videoconferencing and Internet.

Boss’s assistant: Unfortunately, Margaret, if you're deported, you can't work for an American company.

Boss: Until this is resolved I'm going to turn operations over to Bob Spaulding.

Margaret: Bob Spaulding? The guy I just fired?

Boss: We need an editor in chief. He is the only person in the building who has enough experience.

Margaret: You cannot be serious. I beg of you.

Boss: Margaret. We are desperate to have you stay. If there was any way, any way at all that we could make this thing work, we'd be doing it.

Margaret: There is no way...I am begging you.

Boss: No, Margaret. (Knocking) (To Andrew) Excuse me, we're in a meeting.

Andrew: Sorry to interrupt.

Margaret: What? What!

Andrew: Mary from Miss Winfrey's office called. She's on the line.

Margaret: I know.

Andrew: She's on hold. She needs to speak with you right away. I told her you were otherwise engaged. She insisted, so... sorry. So...

Margaret: Uh...Come here. Uh... gentlemen, I understand. I understand...the predicament that we are in. And, um...And there's, uh...well...I think there's something that you should know. Uh... we're, uh... we're getting married. We are getting married.

 

Andrew: Who is getting married?

Margaret: You and I. You and I are getting married! Yes.

Andrew: We are.

Margaret: Getting married.

Andrew: We are getting married.

Margaret: Yes.

Boss’s assistant: Isn't he your secretary?

Andrew: Assistant.

Margaret: Executive, uh... assistant secretary. Titles. But, wouldn't be the first time one of us fell for our secretaries. Would it, Edwin? With Laquisha. Remember? So, yeah... the truth is, you know, Andrew and I, we're... we are just two people who weren't meant to fall in love but we did.

Andrew: No.

Margaret: All those late nights at the office and weekend book fairs. You know…

Andrew: Yeah... No.

Margaret: Something happened.

Andrew: Something.

Margaret: Yeah. Tried to fight it and...Can't, can't fight a...Can't fight a love like ours, so, uh...Uh... are we good with this? Are you happy? Because, well... we are happy. So happy.

Boss: Margaret.

Margaret: Yes?

Boss: It's terrific. Just make it legal. Mmm?

Margaret: Oh! Legal. Yeah, well, then... then that means we...we need to get ourselves to the immigration office. So we can work this whole mess out. Right? Thank you very much, gentlemen. We will do that right away. Thank you very much, gentlemen. Thank you.

Andrew: Gentlemen.

Margaret: Thank you.

Colleagues: Margaret and Andrew are getting married!

            What is that about?

            Dragon Lady! Here they come...

            Yeah.

            What is he thinking?

            Mmm-mmm-mmm.

            Dude, for real. Her?

            Married? Didn't even know they were dating...

Margaret: What?

Andrew: I don't understand what's happening.

Margaret: Relax. This is for you, too.

Andrew: Do explain.

Margaret: They were going to make Bob chief.

Andrew: So naturally I would have to marry you.

Margaret: And what's the problem? Like you were saving yourself for someone special?

Andrew: I like to think so. Besides, it's illegal.

Margaret: They're looking for terrorists, not for book publishers.

Andrew: Margaret.

Margaret: Yes?

Andrew: I'm not gonna marry you.

Margaret: Sure you are. Because if you don't marry me, your dreams of touching the lives of millions with the written word are dead. Bob is gonna fire you the second I'm gone. Guaranteed. That means you're out on the street alone looking for a job. That means all the time that we spent together, all the lattes, all the canceled dates, all the midnight Tampax runs, were all for nothing and all your dreams of being an editor are gone. But don't worry, after the required allotment of time, we'll get a quickie divorce and you'll be done with me. But until then, like it or not, your wagon is hitched to mine. OK? Phone.