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Flipped_怦然心动_全部台词 Bryce Loski All ever I wanted was for Juli Baker to leave me alone. It all began in the summer of 1957,before the start of second grade. -Here we are. –haha –What do you guys think? –I like this place. –It’s cool. –Uh,what color is my room? -Just you wait. ...
Flipped_怦然心动_全部台词
Bryce Loski All ever I wanted was for Juli Baker to leave me alone. It all began in the summer of 1957,before the start of second grade. -Here we are. –haha –What do you guys think? –I like this place. –It’s cool. –Uh,what color is my room? -Just you wait. -Let’s see what’s inside. –Hey, come on, buddy Bryce. Why don’t, uh, you and I go help unload the van…and the womenfolk here can get in the kitchen and start setting up. –Okay. Dad. For me, it was the beginning of what would be more than half a decade of strategic avoidance and social discomfort. -Hi, I’m Juli Baker. –Hey, hey, what are you doing? –Don’t you want some help? –No. there’s some valuable things in there. –How about this one? –No, no, no. Run home, your mother’s probably wondering where you are. –Oh, no,my mom knows where I am. She said it’s fine. It didn’t take long to realize this girl could not take a hint. –It’s crowded in here with three people. –I don’t mind. Of any kind. –You wanna push this one together? –Bryce, isn’t it time for you to go help your mother? –Huh? Oh, yeah.  I mean, nothing would stop her. I was about to tell her to get lost when the weirdest thing happened. I couldn’t believe it. There I was holding hands with this strange girl. How did I get into this mess? –Well, hello. I see you’ve met my son. –Uh-huh. Finally, I did the only manly thing available when you’re 7 years old. However, my troubles were far from over.. The minute I walked into Miss Yelson’s classroom… -Bryce? You’re here. It was clear, school would not be a sanctuary. –Hey, Bryce, where’s your girlfriend? I was branded for life. –Hey, Bryce,why don’t you ask her to marry you? –Bryce and Juli sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G. My first year in town was a disaster. And the next three weren’t much better. But finally, in the sixth grade, I took action. I hatched the plan. –Sherry. Sherry, wait up. –Hi, Bryce. Heh. I asked out Sherry Stalls (I was wondering if you wanted to go…). To full appreciate the brilliance of this plan…you have to understand that Juli always hated Sherry Stalls…though I never understood why. Sherry was nice, friendly and she had a lot of hair. -At first, my mother wouldn’t let me get my ears pierced, but I begged… The idea was that Sherry would eat with me maybe we’d walk around together, and hopefully Juli would lost interest. –But I still can’t get the hoops till I’m 16. –Oh, that’s a shame. –So Melanie wanted to get her ears pierced, but of course her mother said no. So she threw a fit and smashed her Johnny Mathis Greatest Hits album and she got grounded, so now she can’t come to my pajama sleepover party. Things were unfolding quite nicely. -What are you doing for your science project? That is, until my supposed best friend, Garrett Einbinder took an interest in Sherry himself. -I was thinking of showing how split ends react with different hair conditioners. –That’s fascinating. Loyalty gave way to dedire and Garrett, the turncoat told Sherry what I was up to. She didn’t take it well. Word got back to Juli, and pretty soon she started up with the goo-goo eyes again. Only this time it was worse. She started sniffing me. That’s right, sniffing me. What’s that all about? My only consolation was that next year would be different. Junior high, bigger school. Maybe we’d be in different classes and it would finally, finally be over.  Juli Baker The first day I met Bryce Loski, I flipped. It was those eyes, something in those dazzling eyes. -You wanna push this one together? His family had just moved into the neighborhood and I’d gone to help them. I’d been in the van all of two minutes when his dad sent him off to help his mom. I could see he didn’t wanna go. So I chased after him to see if we could play a little before he got trapped inside. The next thing I know, he’s holdidng my hand and looking right into my eyes. My heart stopped. Was this it? Would this be my first kiss? But then his mother came out. –Well, hello. And he was so embarrassed, his cheeks turned completely red. I went to bed that night thinking of the kiss that might have been. I mean, it was clear he has feelings for me, but he was just too shy to show them. My mother said boys were like that. So I decided to help him out. –Bryce? You’re here. I would give him plenty of opportunity to get over his shyness. By the sixth grade, I’d learned to control myself. Then Sherry Stalls entered the picture. Sherry Stalls was nothing but a whiny, gossipy, backstabbing flirt. All hair and no substance. And she was holding hands with Bryce. My Bryce. The one who was walking around with my first kiss. My solution was to ignore her. I knew a boy of Bryce’s caliber would eventually see through a shallow conniver like Sherry Stalls. It took all of a week. Then broke up at recess. She didn’t take it well. Now that Bryce was out of Sherry’s evil clutches, he started being nicer to me. –Hi, Juli. –Hi, Bryce. He was so shy and so cute and his hair, it smelled like watermelon. I couldn’t get enough of it. I spent the whole year secretly sniffing watermelon and wondering if I was ever going to get my kiss. Bryce Loski Seventh grade brought changes, all right. But the biggest one didn’t happen at school. It happened at home. My grandfather came to live with us. Mom said he stared like that because he missed Grandma. That was not something Grandpa would ever talk about with me. As a matter of fact, he never talked about much of anything with me. That is, until Juli appeared in the local newspaper. -Oh, Bryce. My I speak with you? –What? –Have a seat, son. –Tell me about your friend Juli Baker. –Juli. She’s not exactly my friend. –Oh. Why’s that? –Why do you wanna know? Now, Juli Baker did not wind up in The Mayfield Times for being an eighth-grade Einstein. No, she got front-page coverage because she refused to climb out of a sycamore tree. Juli Baker and that stupid sycamore tree. She always thought it was God’s gift to our little corner of the universe. –Hey, Bryce. Wanna come climb the tree with me and my brothers? –No, thanks. –Bryce. Come up here. It’s fun. You can see everything. –I can’t. My dad needs me to help him fix…a thing. That’s all I needed. Climb up a tree with Juli Baker. I’d be dragged right back into the second grade. Bryce and Juli sitting in a tree. Why don’t you just make me eat lima beans for the rest of my life. –It’s three blocks away. Two blocks. One block away. –Like that’s valuable information. –I hate it when she does that. I like to think there’s at least a chance the bus won’t show. -I think the tree looks particularly beautiful in this light. Don’t you? –If by “beautiful” you mean “unbeliebably ugly”, then, yes. I would agree. –You’re just visually challenged. I feel sorry for you. “Visually challenged”? “Visually challenged”? This from the girl who lived in a house that was the joke of the neighborhood? They had bushes growing over windows and weeds all over the place. It bugged my dad bigtime. –Oh, there he is. The bricklayer who thinks he’s a painter. That truck’s not ugly enough in real life? He’s gotta make a painting of it? –No, he does landscapes. Sells them at the county fair. People say they’re beautiful. –Landscapes? Let me tell you something. The world would have more beauty in it if he’d do a little landscaping on that piece of crap he calls a yard. –I feel bad for his wife. She married a dreamer. Because of that, one of the two of them will always be unhappy. –Yeah, fine. But why do we have to be unhappy? As annoying sa the yard was to my dad it was nothing compared to how annoying Juli Baker was in that tree. “Three blocks away.” Every morning we had to listen to the sound of her blow-by-blow traffic report. “Two blocks.” There you go. -Why do they call it The Three Stooges? –I mean, there’s five of them. –What? –Well, yeah, there’s Moe, Larry, Curly, Shemp and Curly Joe. Yeah, but they only have three at a time. –Yeah. –You know, I hate Curly Joe. I mean, he shouldn’t even be a Stooge. -Listen, girl. I’m this close to calling the police. You are trespassing and obstructing progress on a contracted job. –What’s going on? –Either you come down or we’re gonna cut you down. -Bryce.You guys, come up here with me. They won’t cut it down if we’re all up here. –Bus, bus, bus. Juli was frantic. They wanted to cut down the tree. I couldn’t understand why that mutant tangle of gnarly branches meant so much to her. -Bryce, please. I felt bad for her. –Leave her. But I wasn’t about to cut school over it. –Come on, bros. -Why isn’t she your friend, Bryce? –You’d have to know Juli. –Well, I’d like to. –Why? –That girl has an iron backbone. Why don’t you invite her over sometime? –An iron backbone? She’s just stubborn and she’s pushy beyond belief. –Is that so? –And she’s been stalking me since the second grade. –Well, a girl like that doesn’t live next door to everyone. –Lucky them. –Read this. Without prejudice. Like I needed to know anything more about Juli Baker. Juli wasn’t at the bus stop the next morning. Or the morning after that. She was at school, but you’d never know it. –Little Joe? He’s got so much makeup on… -He doesn’t age. I told myself I should be glad about it. I mean, isn’t that what I’d always wanted? But still, I felt bad for her. I was gonna tell her I was sorry, but then I thought, hey, no…Juli Baker thinking I missed her. Juli Baker I see why you like to come out here. -Would you mind explaining it to your mother? I loved to watch my father paint.Or really, I loved to hear him talk while he painted.I learned a lot about my dad that way.He told me all sorts of things like how he got his first job delivering hay and how he'd wished he'd finished college.Then one day he surprised me. -What's going on with you and, uh, Bryce Loski? -What do you mean? Nothing. -Oh, okay.My mistake. -Why would you even think that? -No reason.Just that youtalk about him all the time. -I do?I don't know.I guess it's something about his eyes.Or maybe his smile. -But what about him? -What? - You have to look at the whole landscape. -What does that mean? -A painting is more than the sum of its parts.A cow by itself is just a cow.A meadow by itself is just grass, flowers.And the sun peeking through the trees is just a beam of light.But you put them all together and it can be magic. I didn't really understand what he was saying until one afternoon when I was up in the sycamore tree.I was rescuing a kite.It was a long way up, higher than I'd ever been.And the higher I got, the more amazed I was by the view.I began to notice how wonderful the breeze smelled.Like sunshine and wild grass.I couldn't stop breathing it in .filling my lungs with the sweetest smell I'd ever known. -Hey, you found my kite. -Bryce, you should come up here.It's so beautiful. -I can't. I sprained my, um,I have a rash. From that moment on, that became my spot.I could sit there for hours, just looking out at the world.Some days the sunsets would be purple and pink. And some days they were a blazing orange,setting fire to the clouds on the horizon.It was during one of those sunsets that my father's idea of the whole being greater than the sum of its parts moved from my head to my heart.Some days I would get there extra early to watch the sunrise.One morning I was making mental notes of how the streaks of light were cutting through the clouds so I could tell my dad when I heard a noise below. -Excuse me.Excuse me. I'm sorry, but you can't park there. That's a bus stop. -Hey, what are you doing up there?You can't be up there, we're gonna take this thing down. -The tree? -Yeah. Now come on down. -But who told you, you could cut it down? -The owner. -Why? -He's gonna build a house, and this tree's in the way.So come on, girl, we got work to do. -You can't cut it down. You just can't. -Listen, girl. I'm this close to calling the police.You are trespassing and obstructing progress on a contracted job.Now either you come down, or we're gonna cut you down. -Go ahead. Cut me down.I'm not coming down. I'm never coming down.Bryce. You guys, come up here with me.They won't cut it down if we're all up here.Bryce, please don't let them do this.Come on, you guys.Bryce, please. You don't have to come up this high. Just a little ways.Bryce, please. Please. What happened after that was a blur.It seemed like the whole town was there.But still I wouldn't move.Then my father showed up.He talked a fireman into letting him come up to where I was. -Sweetie, it's time to come down. -Daddy, please don't let them do this. -Sweetie -Daddy, look.You can see everything. You can see the whole world from here. -No view is worth my daughter's safety. Now, come on. -I can't. -Julianna, it's time to come down now. -Please, Daddy. -It's time. And that was it.I must've cried for two weeks straight.Oh, sure, I went to school and did the best I could but nothing seemed to matter. -Juli? -Huh? -Do you know the answer? -Uh, the Peloponnesian War? -I'm sure that's the answer to something but I was looking for the area of a rhomboid. Somehow, rhomboids and isosceles right triangles didn't seem so important.I rode my bike so I wouldn't have to pass by the stump that used to be the earth's most magnificent sycamore tree.But no matter what I did, I couldn't stop thinking about it. -Are you okay? -It was just a tree. -No, it wasn't just a tree.I never want you to forget how you felt when you were up there. -Thanks, Dad. It was the first thing I saw every morning and the last thing I saw before I went to sleep.And once I could look at it without crying I saw more than the tree and what being up there meant to me.I saw the day that my view of things around me started changing.And I wondered, did I still feel the same things about Bryce? Bryce Loski I've never been a huge fan of eggs. I mean, I could always just take them or leave them. That is, until one day in Skyler Brown's garagewhen my feelings about eggs were solidified. -Hey, hey, hey. Guys. Edna's found her breakfast. I mean, if a slimy reptile found them appetizing there was certainly no place for them in my diet. -Oh, man, that's so cool. -She doesn't even have to chew. I mean, think of all the time you'd save. I could've gone my whole life not knowing that snakes eat eggs raw if it hadn't been for Lynetta.She had a major-league thing for Skyler Brown. -I think it's gross. He and Juli's brothers, Matt and Mark, had formed a band.And Lynetta would watch them practice. -That is so neat. -How about that, huh, Bryce? -Yeah. Neat. -So, Brycie, how do you think he's gonna digest that? -Stomach acid? -You'd like to think that. -Wait, everybody quiet. Here he goes. -Eggs over easy. -Gross. Gross, gross, gross. -Wait, wait. You haven't seen the best part. -Gross. I tried to be casual about it, but it didn't take.I started having bad dreams.I'd be trapped inside a huge egg and this monster would open his jaws and start to devour me.I'd wake up just in time.Then the real nightmare began. -Hi, Bryce. I brought these over for you and your family.My chickens are laying eggs. -What? -You remember Abby and Bonnie and Clyde and Dexter and Eunice and Florence? The ones I hatched for the science fair. -How could I forget? It was classic Juli Baker.She totally dominated the fair.And get this, her project was all about watching boring eggs hatch.I mean, here I had a live-action erupting volcano and all anyone cared about was Juli's boring chicks breaking out of their boring shells. Oh, I think the last one's hatching. It's hatching. Oh, it's hatching. Kids, come over here. But hey, she won. I lost. I've never been one to dwell. Here it comes. But that didn't mean I had to eat her lousy eggs. I think it was very sweet of Juli to bring us those eggs. I don't care. I'm still having cereal tomorrow. Yeah, how do we know there's no chicks in one of those eggs? I used to eat farm-fresh eggs when I was a kid. They were delicious. Yeah, well, that's all well and good but what if we crack one open and a dead chick falls out? Do they have a rooster? If they don't have a rooster the eggs can't be fertile. And if they had a rooster, we'd know. The whole neighborhood would know. Maybe they got it de-yodeled. "De-yodeled"? You know. De-cock-a-doodle-doo'd. What the hell are you talking about? Like they de-bark dogs. Bryce, why don't you just ask Juli? I don't think that What? You afraid to talk to her? I'm not afraid to talk to her. I know you are, but what am I? Okay. Just talk to her and find out. Bryce. How do you tell if one's a rooster? Well, a rooster's bigger. Longer feathers. They've got that red stuff growing out of their head. And around their neck too. That shouldn't be too hard to spot. Although, come to think of it, chickens have the rubbery red stuff too. Just not as much. Garrett's expertise in roosters was the cornerstone of our plan to avoid contact with Juli Baker. The balance of which involved spying over her back fence. Come on, come on. Shh. Shh. Over here. I can't see the stupid chickens. We gotta get them out of the coop. Is that a rooster? No, it looks like a chicken. How can you tell? It just does. See what I mean? Expertise. Shh, shh! What? Juli. Here, guys. Go on, there you go. Here, guys. Go on. Yeah, they're all chickens. There's no rooster? What did I just say? How can you tell? Well, none of them are strutting. Here, come on. Roosters strut? Come on, guys. What did I just say? Here. Plus, hardly any of them have any rubbery red stuff. What are you doing? Yeah. They're definitely all chickens. They're all chickens. I'm proud of you, Bryce. You overcame your fear. Huh? You talked to her. Oh, heh. Yeah. It's no big deal. That's what she told you? They're all chickens? Yeah. She's a genius. You're both genius Of course they're all chickens. A rooster's a chicken. The question is: Is one of them a rooster or are they all hens? Hens? Who said anything about hens? Then it hit me. Garrett didn't know jack shit about chickens. Do roosters strut? Yes, they do. What does that have to do with anything? They're all hens. Well, the main thing is the eggs are okay. It's all settled. Not for me. There was no way I was ever gonna eat anything that had anything to do with Juli Baker. I'm not eating them. Well, why not? Have you seen their yard? It's There's not even any grass. It's all mud and chicken turds. Ew. Gross. Salmonella. Do you suppose they could have salmonella? It's not very likely. Why take the risk? What do we do with the eggs? Give them back. Give them back? To Juli? Sure. You talked to her before, right? It didn't kill you. Well, what do I say? Tell her we don't eat eggs. Uh, we're allergic to them or something. Come on, use your brains. It didn't feel right to lie. Besides, even a seventh grader would know that entire families aren't allergic to eggs. But I didn't wanna hurt her feelings either. So that left me with only one option. And thus another near-death experience in my ongoing saga with Juli Baker had been successfully avoided. Until one week later. Hi, Bryce. Brought you some more eggs. Wow. Thanks. Did your family like the first batch? Do you even have to ask? Great. See you at school. What I hoped would be a one-time event was just the beginning of a life consumed with lies, intrigue and deception. Every morning I'd be on the lookout for Juli so if she happened to come, I could whip the door open before she knocked. Thanks. Then I'd dump the eggs before anyone noticed. And why? Why couldn't I just face her? Why couldn't I just say: "No, thanks. Don't want them. Don't need them. Give them to the snake"? Was I really afraid of hurting her feelings or was I just afraid of her? Now, you wann
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