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영문 Ballad Of Jack And Rose 발라드 오브 잭 앤 로즈 영화 대사에 대한 자료입니다.
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Ballad Of Jack And Rose Script
I see a rabbit.
Where?
Up there.
Its got big droopy ears.
Its a shoe.
- Its more of a boot, a lace-up boot.
- Its a boot, like your boot.
Now what is it?
Theyre all moving into these houses, Rosie.
A whole nation,
a whole fucking world of plastic houses.
Its like a rash. Its eating up this island
like a case of bad acne.
Thirty years, there wont be anything left
that isnt suburbia...
or the ghettos.
Because they all want to live in places...
with people exactly like themselves.
They have their own police forces,
some of them...
to keep their greedy little children safe.
And they have the vanity
to call this place a community.
Look at this crap.
Thats not a house,
its a thing to keep the TV dry.
I wish we had a TV.
No, you dont.
I swear, I solemnly believe...
that humanity is now officially descending
the ladder of evolution.
In years human beings will be
the size of gerbils.
And theyll have one thought a year,
in December...
and think about
what they want for Christmas.
Decline and rot, my angel,
thats the way of the world.
Except for you.
You are exempt.
Remember that.
Jack Slavin for Marty Rance.
Hi, Marty. Me again.
Thats government land
that youre eating into.
Fifty yards of nature preserve
that is a wetland, as Im sure you know.
You can call the cops if you want to.
Ill call them back myself.
Ill look forward to seeing the outcome.
We needed a doorstop.
What are you thinking about?
I think I want to plant the bellflowers
in front of the house today.
At least leave me a place to walk.
Youre getting freckles.
I always had those.
Rosie, Rosie.
Thats a sweet little bridge,
but I wouldnt want to drive across it.
Well, seeing as we never go anywhere...
You still dont understand
weight-stress ratios.
I understand them enough.
- Enough for what?
- For everyday needs.
The Latin name for buttercup
will only get you so far.
Let me write that again.
One more time...
with feeling.
What is the Latin name for buttercup?
Ranunculus bulbosus.
What?
Im glad I got to know you
for such a long time.
Dont say stuff like that.
- You have to face up to it.
- Shut up. Okay?
Do you know,
I think we should get somebody in to help.
Who? A maid?
Dont go off, Rosie.
Go away.
What is it?
Youre going to leave me soon.
Youre the one thats going to leave soon.
Youre getting too big for me.
Look at the size of that hand.
No. Youre going to die.
Thats just the way it is.
I mean, this thing may be pumping away
for some while to come.
When you die, Im gonna die.
- What on earth are you talking about?
- I am.
What are you going to die of?
When you go, Im going.
If you die, theres no point to my life.
Tough luck.
Dont you ever say that again.
Do you hear me?
Youll never say that again.
Tell me a story.
Come on.
Once...
there was a girl.
She lived in a little, tiny house.
And one day...
an ox came by.
And the girl was so polite, she said:
"Ox, would you care to join me for tea?"
The ox, he wasnt used to
being spoken to very much.
He was flattered and said, "Thank you, yes."
And he proceeded to put his nose
through the door.
His nose had a big ring in it.
And the girl pulled as hard as she could
on the ring...
to try to get the ox through the door.
And the ox pushed and pushed,
and the girl pulled and pulled.
Cracks started to appear around the walls.
And the ox gave one great, almighty push...
and the whole house collapsed
around them.