Eat_Pray_Love(美食祈祷和恋爱)剧本.doc

Eat Pray LoveI have a friend, Deborah, a psychologist who was asked by the city of Philadelphia if she could offer psychological counseling to Cambodian refugees boat people, who had recently arrived in the city.Deborah was daunted by the task. These Cambodians had suffered genocide, starvation, relatives murdered before their eyes years in refugee camps, harrowing boat trips to the West.How could she relate to their suffering?How could she help these people?So guess what all these people wanted to talk about with my friend Deborah, the psychologist.It was all, “I met this guy in the refugee camp.I thought he really loved me, but when we got separated on the boat he took up with my cousin. But now he says he really loves me and he keeps calling me. Theyre married now. what should I do? I still love him.”This is how we are.May I help you?Im Liz Gilbert. Im writing a magazine article on Bali.And I wanted to meet a medicine man.Everyone said I should meet Ketut Liyer. Am I in the right place?Wait.I mean, here I am with a ninth-generation medicine man and what do I wanna ask him about?Getting closer to God?Saving the worlds starving children?Happy to see you. I am Ketut Liyer.Nope. I wanna discuss my relationship.You are a world traveler.You will live a long time have many friends, many experiences.You will have two marriages. One long, one short.Am I in the long one or the short one?Cant tell.Also you will lose all your money.I think in next six to ten months.Dont worry. You will get it all back again.And you will come back to Ball and live here for three or four months and teach me English.I never had anybody to practice my English with.And then I will teach you everything I know.Wait.I have this for you.Keep grounded so its like you have four legs.That way, you can stay in this world.Also, no looking at world through your head.Look through your heart instead.That way, you will know God.Which is why you came here, no?See you later, alligator.(six months later)I proofread all of her manuscripts.My wife is very, very beautiful, but she cant spell for anything.Look at Uncle Stephen.And auntie Liz.Im counting the minutes for this to be over so I can get in my big girl pants.You look fantastic. You just had a baby.Oh, youre lying. Im fat, Im exhausted I cant keep two thoughts. I feel like Liza Minnelli.Stephen, can you hold Jack for a second?-Im gonna introduce you to Walter. Yeah.Hey, dude, you wanna grab a beer or something?My new book comes out in April. Thank you for asking.-Great. May.May. May.This is Andre. You two are New York Times most notable nominees.-So glad to finally meet you. Nice to finally meet you.I fed him nachos. Is that bad?Well, you look really comfortable. Whatd you feed him, chloroform?-Give him to his dad. I told you, nachos.And you know what? Id be asleep too if I had a dump like that.-Well give him to his mom. Come here then.-you wanna help me change his diaper? Yes, I do.Hey, hows the vintage car thing going?Oh, no, no, no. I changed jobs. Im a pastry chef now.-Oh. You mean youre a baker. -Yeah.You wanna get backed?I know, I know.Its hard, isnt it?Oh, no. This is so much fun.Did you know the exact moment that you wanted to have a baby?I cant remember, but Ive had the box since before I got married.What box?Its girly and embarrassing and youll laugh at me if I tell you.I will laugh at you, but you still have to tell me.Come on.Under the bed.Ive been filling it with baby things waiting until Andy was ready to be a father.So sweet.Does this come in my size?I have a box just like this, except its filled with National Geographic and The Times travel section.All the places I wanna see before I die.Liz, having a baby is like getting a tattoo on your face.You kind of wanna be fully committed.So my trip to Aruba next week, which is just a basic, you know “where to sleep, swim and stuff your face” pieceI got a new bikini.And it turns out, I have unlimited mini-bar access.-You know what that means? Jet lag?You, me macadamia nuts.That was cute.You know who I was talking to at the party who was really inspiring-was Taras friend. Brain.Brain. Unbelievable. Hes a teacher, you know that?Hes a substitute teacher, isnt he?Yeah. He was talking about the budget cuts that are happening now.Theres no money for anything.Theres no music classes theres no arts classes.Theyre volunteering their time to do all of this after school.Theyre educating our kids, you know?I think youd make a great teacher, honey.Thank you, but I was thinking more of like education. Getting my masters, going back to school. I dont know.You know?I You know-Going back to school. Im just thinking out loud.I was getting the sinking feeling that Ketuts prophecy was coming true.Was I in the shorter marriage?Wed only bought this house a year ago.Hadnt I wanted this?I had actively participated in every moment of the creation of this life.So why didnt I see myself in any of it?The only thing more impossible than staying was leaving.I didnt wanna hurt anybody. I wanted to slip quietly out the back door and not stop running until I reached Greenland.Instead, I made a decision.To pray.You know, like, to God.And it was such a foreign concept to me, that I swear I almost began with:“Im a big fun of your work.”Hello, God?Nice to finally meet you, II am sorry Ive never spoken directly to you before but I hope Ive expressed my ample gratitude for all the blessings youve given to me in my life.Im in serious trouble.I dont know what to do.I need an answer.Please, tell me what to do.Oh, God, help me, please.Tell me what to do and Ill do it.Go back to bed, Liz.I dont wanna go to Aruba.I dont wanna be married.You know, theres a whole divorce section downstairs.-“Pepper grinder.” Shes having-a nervous breakdown. This is what girls do, Andy.-Shes processing. Why doesnt she get drunk or laid?Thats what I would do if you left me.No, you wouldnt.-No, I wouldnt. She moved out, she filed for divorce.They were together eight years. Shes got no home.“Legacy.”Every word in Italian is like a truffle. A magic trick.Honey, I get it. Its your life raft right now.When Andy and I broke up for two weeks, I bought a loom.A frigging loom. And he tried to start a microbrewery.I dont know how you guys arent sick of me now. Im sick of me.Are you kidding me? We love having you.Its kind of like having a writer in residence.But you are a writer, Liz. You should be writing something.Maybe I could write about a woman who goes to Italy to learn Italian.Call it “Carbohydrates and Conjugations”.Ill start looking for a place.-Think Im falling in love with you. Im not who you think I am.Im just your fantasy.No, thats bullshit. Youre real.Your scars, your talent.The fact that I own a piece-of-crap bar and you accept that thats all Im gonna do.Okay, this sucks.-I second that. Dont be rude.I love your pain.And I love that when were together, I can make it go away.-Oh, hes good. Youre love-Hes hot, theres a difference. -is like a hot Panini.And when I look into your eyes, I hear dolphins clapping.I did not write that line.Heres what he doesnt know yetI disappear into the person I love.I am the permeable membrane. If I love you, you can have it all.My money, my time, my body my dog, my dogs money.I will assume your debts and project upon you all sorts of nifty qualities youve never actually cultivated in yourself.I will give you all this and more until I am so exhausted and depleted the only way I can recover is by becoming infatuated with someone else.-Elizabeth, hi. Hi.Oh, really?How you doing?Cheers.-Thank you. I owe you an apology.-For the walkouts. Well, Im not everyones cup of tea.I doubt that.I, on the other hand, was shit.-Although I was trying very hard. “Shit” is a strong word.Thank you.You seem shorter in person than on the stage.-Really? I hear that a lot. Sorry.Its okay.Its unnerving when a total stranger sees you more clearly than you see yourself.Thats what I mean by saying youre short.Are you hearing dolphins clapping right now?I took a few liberties with your material.I give you full permission to make fun of me. I know youre dying to.Youre far too charming to make fun of.Im still hearing them.Is that your guru?Youre joking, but, yes, it is.Shes beautiful.Yeah. A friend told me about her.I was out of work and feeling pretty desperate for something.Not the last time I was out of work, the time before that.And I just had this feeling like I was looking in all the wrong places.Looking for what?God.She has an ashram in India. Im dying to go, but you know, you have to get, like, three stages of hepatitis shots and my insurance always runs out.Ill go when the times right.Theres a gathering of her students every morning.If you want, I could take you sometime.If youre not unnerved by 100 crunchy people chanting in Sanskrit.I need to be unnerved.David. A yogi from Yonkers.I didnt exactly fall in love with the guy.What happened was I dove out of my marriage and into Davids arms exactly the same way a cartoon circus performer dives off a high platform and into a small cup of water vanishing completely.Your underwear, my queen.He just folded my delicates.Oh, my God, baby, you are in so much trouble.Thirty-six?My client is simply not interested in a divorce.Is he serious?Is he really representing himself?One semester of law school right here, baby.Great. Well, what would it take to interest your client?Okay, so heres the deal. You have screwed up my life but what I really wanna know is why couldnt you go off and find yourself in our marriage? Why didnt you just say what you were thinking or feeling?-I did. You never listened to me. No. You never said:“Hey, you know what? You suck. Im deeply unhappy”.You just took off. You never gave me a chance to address those problems.Thats not fair. Thats just quitting. I took vows.Till death. And I take them seriously.I believe this is just a phase for you and Im willing to wait it out.You are always waiting, Stephen.Waiting for me to come home, to wanna have kids to make you some great dinner. I dont know why we cant accept that we dont wanna live in unhappiness anymore.Ok. I accept the fact that I am occasionally unreliable and I often get sidetracked, but I thought you liked that about me.I thought it was okay that I had hopes and dreams.Have a dream. Stephen, great, fine. Do that. Just pick one.Okay, I pick one. I pick you.I know this is awful.But I believe with every molecule of my body that you will find the person that wants just what you want.That will give you what you want and what you deserve. Im not her.Well, you obviously know nothing about what I want.My client would like to submit a song he wrote that he believes is relevant to these proceedings.It goes something like this:Are you kidding?Quitter, quitter, quitter!All right. How about I take the blame? I am the one who couldnt deal with another weekend roaming some box-shaped superstore buying appliances on credit and pretending to be a couple that neither one of us ever knew how to be.You wanted that toaster.“You like faking it, fine, Youre stellar, Im the failure. I suck at faking it.”-It was not my finest hour. So, where do things stand now?Were prepared to offer half of everything, including the house and my clients retirement accountsTake it all then. Everything.He still said no.-He hates me now. He doesnt hate you.His heart is broken.I think he hates you.Ok. Im never letting you out of the basement.Why dont we talk next week and well see where things stand?-Okay. These things usually have a way of working themselves out.So whyd you become a vegetarian?I saw some cows slaughtered one time.Barely touched your dinner.Hes 28.This is hard for him, isnt it? And you?The meditations help.Liz.You remember a couple of years ago, when you threw yourself into the renovation of your kitchen? You were completely consumed with being the perfect wife and cook.I was trying to make it work.Well, I think chanting and meditation is the same thing in a different costume.Definitely give me that documentary.Cause Ive been thinking about trying out vegetarianism.You know, my triglycerides are through the roof.Yeah. Thanks for everything.Great to meet you.-What? Nothing. Its just you know, you used to look like Stephen.Now you kind of look like David.You know?What I meant was, you know how people start resembling their dogs?Why would he say that, we look like the same dog?-He was joking. Not funny.Well, he had five Heinekens.(啤酒) He was bombed.Well, not funny.We dont look like the same dog.If anything, youre a collie(牧羊犬) and Im a Tibetan mastiff.（藏獒）Dont you wanna give me a chance to miss you?It begins when the object of your affection bestows upon you a heady hallucinogenic dose of something youve never even dared to admit you wanted an emotional speed-ball of thunderous love and excitement.Soon you start craving that attention with the hungry obsession of any junkie.When its withheld, you turn sick; crazy, not to mention resentful of the dealer who encouraged this addiction in the first place but now refuses to pony up the good stuff.Just frustrated, Im concerned. I dont understand.What dont you get?Whats going on here? You dont look me in the eye.You dont finish your conversationNobodys asking you to make the bed!You dont have sex with me!Sometimes Im not in the mood!Goddamn him, and he used to give it to you for free.Next stage finds you skinny, shaking in a corner certain only that youd sell your soul just to have that one thing one more time.Well, then why dont we discuss it? Why dont we sort it?Why dont we act like adults?Okay. Can I have a little space?How about that?Meanwhile the object of your adoration is now repulsed by you.You dont always make me miserable.Theres a comfort.I just Sometimes I need to come home and have a little David time.He looks at you like someone hes never met before.Is that okay?Yeah. No, its fine.And not have to, like, you know, justify it.The irony is you can hardly blame him, I mean, check yourself out. Youre a mess.Unrecognizable even to your own eyes.You asked me to come here? Here I am.And it turned into something else.Didnt it?You are such a child.Right. I cant take this anymore.Great. Perfect.Thats a great response to a conversation.Goddamn it.You have now reached infatuations final destination.The complete and merciless devaluation of self.You wanna go away for a year?Do you know what I felt when I woke up this morning, Delia?Nothing. No passion, no spark, no faith, no heat. Absolutely nothing.Ive really gotten past the point where I can be calling this a bad moment.And it just, it terrifies me. Jesus, this is like worse than death to me.The idea that this is the person that Im gonna be from now on.You know what? This happens to people.They fall in love in their 20s, they get married they do the granite counter-top, white-picket fence in their 30s and somewhere they realize, “This is not for me anymore”.And so they fail and they fall down, they hurt like hell, they straighten up and march their bruised asses to the shrinks office.They cant just check out. I am not checking out.I need to change.You have a support system here, Liz.You have friends and family who love you.And do you feel my love for you? My support for you? No.Theres like, nothing. I have no pulse.Im going to Italy. Italy. Why Italy?What did you have for lunch? I dont know. A salad.Exactly. I used to have this appetite for food, for my life and it is just gone.I wanna go someplace where I can marvel at something.Language, gelato, spaghetti, something.Youre talking like a college kid. Ive been acting like one.Since I was 15, Ive either been with a guy or breaking up with a guy.I have not given myself two weeks of a breather to just deal with, you know, myself.Whats going on with you and David?What, did you fall out?I dont know how to be here.You wanna know how to be here? Stop constantly waiting for something.Im going to Italy and then Im going to Davids gurus ashram in India and Im going to end the year in Bali.Thats what Im gonna do.Thats harder to argue with. The beaches are nice. But why?Because Ketut told me I would. The guy with no teeth.When youre desperate in your life and some guy who, yes, looks a little like Yoda hands you a prophecy, you have to respond.Do you need a Xanax? Always.Okay, Im just gonna say it. Im gonna say it and be done with it.What if it doesnt work?My whole life fits in a 12-foot-square box.You know how many times I hear that in a day?Most of them never come back for their whole life.Hello? Liz.Good news. Stephen just signed the divorce papers.Ill probably be back in a weak, penniless with dysentery.Youre my hero.Hey.If you stay, well go out for Indian every night.You never asked me to stay.Go, go, go.You know whats funny?This is the first time in my life theres no one waiting at home for me.I dont even have a home to come back to.Oh, God. Youll make friends.Youll make friends with a backpack, of course.Itd be great to get away.Andy and I were talki