电影《女孩要什么》的英文台词.doc

What a Girl Wants scriptMy name is Daphne Reynolds and I was born in New York City. Ive lived my whole life with my mom in a fifth-floor walkup in Chinatown. Its always been just the two of us, me and Libby. But every year on my birthday Id make a wish. Make a wish, baby! That someone else could be there too. And every year when he didn t come. .Id ask my mom to tell me the same story. You never get tired of this one, do you? Okay. Once upon a time. .there was a young, very cool singer named Libby. .who one day decided to go out and see the world. Little did she know that in the deserts of Morocco fate was waiting for her. .and his name was Henry. They fell madly, passionately, hopelessly in love. .and were married by the chief of a Bedouin tribe. Henry brought her to England to meet his family so they could get married for real. But fate was not so kind this time. She was definitely not what they were expecting. But when Henrys father suddenly died. .Libby knew thered be more pressure on him to lead a certain kind of life. .because he was now Lord Dashwood. .and Libby was no one s idea of a lady. Henry knows all about it. If you love him, you will go now. I think you should see this. Apparently theres someone else. So even though it broke her heart, she knew she had to leave him. But a few months later, fate gave her the greatest gift of all: A beautiful baby girl named Daphne. Sweet dreams, kiddo. -Love you. -Love you. I cant believe youre 1 5 years old today. Sweet dreams, Henry. On my 1 7th birthday, Mom and I had to work. But it turned out to be where my story really began. You delivering something? Yeah, about three hours of watered-down rock and roll. .and one very late waitress. Sorry. Watch your head. Are you related? -Can I park it? -Yeah, over there. How could he do this to me? Its our wedding day! Where is he? What? I should know? 20 minutes and shes lost him already. Very funny. Hey, how you doing? Im sorry, can I borrow this? Thanks. Thanks. Sorry about this. Come on, big guy, wakey-wakey. Help! Ma! -Its cold and I cant get it out! -Shout! Shout! -Are you done with this, sir? -Oh, thanks. Daphne? -Noelle! -What are you doing here? Im clearing the chicken cacciatore. Oh, my God, that is so funny! Guess what? Im interning at Jenkins and Taylor before I go to Duke, pre-law. -Whats up next for you? -The dessert, a selection of sorbets. -No, where are you going to college? -The University of the Undecided. Is that in Ohio? Yeah. Undecided, Ohio. Well, I guess I better be going. But say hey to Jenkins. And Taylor. -But- -lf everyone would clear the dance floor. .the bride and her father would like to share a special dance. -I know. I saw the look. -I dont want to talk about it. Every time we do these weddings, Mom, I see the father-daughter dances. I just- I cant help but think that Im never gonna get to do that. I know you think youre doing the right thing by keeping me from him- I was trying to protect you from getting hurt the same way I was. You left him, remember? Its not like he jumped on a plane and came after me. Maybe he would have if he knew I existed. -Its not that simple. -Why cant you understand, Mom? I feel like half of me is missing. And without the other half, how am I supposed to know who I really am? Daph. Getting to know someone because they share the same DNA isnt the answer. Its about getting to know yourself. Come on, lets go steal some leftovers. Lasagna looks great. I love you a million Swedish fish. I love you a million red M&Ms. Taxi! -Where to, miss? -JFK, Virgin Atlantic. No problem. Maybe the answer was taking a year or two off before college. .to find out what Im supposed to do with my life. But deep down, I think Ive always known. .what I really need more than anything else in the world is to find him. . to find my dad. Mom, you always said it was up to me to write the rest of my story. .but you ve been writing it for me, Mom. Now it has to be my turn. -Can I borrow that for a sec? -Sure. Great Britain Grand Hotel? What? -Thats not it. -lt sounded really good. -Thanks. -ls that a Gibson J200? Yeah. -Are you a musician? -No, but I live with one back home. My mom. So you checking in? -Day job? -Yeah. One of many. You know, life of a struggling musician. Hey, lan, catch! Come on, Ill show you around. So the kitchens through there. Common rooms down the hall. I should warn you, the dog and bones on the blink and weve no lift here. Phone is broken. Elevator, none. Loos free. Whos Lou? We better take this slowly. Lord Henry Dashwood announced today. .he was giving up his hereditary seat in the House of Lords. .to run for election as a commoner. Why should an accident of birth give me the right to make decisions for people? -The only power I want. -My dad! .is the power the voters choose to give me. Thats why Im standing in this election. Thank you. Lord Dashwood, who will marry his fiancee Glynnis Payne this summer. .will also inherit a stepdaughter, the lovely Clarissa Payne. But this surprising announcement has sent shock waves through Westminster. He now appears to be an unstoppable political force. I admit, when you first suggested giving up your seat in the House of Lords. . I began to question your sanity. But, no, this is political dynamite. I had an eccentric idea we might actually be doing the right thing. Its possible to do the right thing and still be a winner. The latest poll puts the party six points ahead. Thats all due to you, Henry. Youre transforming the image of the party your father loved. He would have been so proud of you. Youre young, thrusting, idealistic. .an impeccable reputation. And a fabulous fiancee with all the right connections. Sorry to interrupt, but if I dont steal him hell miss his speech at the Oxfam ball. -Oh, blast it, my speech. -Right-hand pocket, darling. She thinks of everything. Well, gentlemen, that seems to be all. Thank you. You two enjoy yourselves. Hows our boy doing? If he doesnt ruffle too many feathers, hell be the next prime minister. Excellent. Ian, I dont know if I can do this anymore. Daphne, hes your father. Youve flown halfway around the world to see him. You cant turn back now. Hes got a family now, I mean. You saw them, theyre so elegant and sophisticated. Its like. What would he want with me? -Yeah, well, you got a point there. -Shut up. Its just not as simple as I thought. Maybe I should just go home and let him get on with his life. Can I help you, miss? Actually, no. Thanks. Perfect. Absolutely wonderful. Thank you so much. Ciao. You havent forgotten Lady Wrightwoods this afternoon, have you? She is sponsoring us for the Royal Enclosure at Ascot. We have to be there. I thought marrying Henry meant we didnt have to try so hard. Im not getting married for five weeks. Until then we have to keep up appearances. Look what happened to Olivia Dixon when she went to China. -Whos Olivia Dixon? -Exactly. -Did you see that? -What? An impossibly large bird falling off that wall. Are you hallucinating? These eggs are positively glacial. When I run this house, senile servants will be the first thing to go. Youd have to get around the old bat. Shed never allow it. Anyone seen my pruning shears? The old bat seems to have forgotten where she put them. Morning. Morning, Mother. Morning, darling. Everyone sleep well? Apparently not. Theres someone at the window. Im not hallucinating. Its those bloody paparazzi again. Percy, call the police. I will not tolerate this media circus! -Where do you think youre going? -Its you! How long do you people have to spy before realizing theres no story? -Youve got the wrong idea. -Tell it to the authorities. The real scandal is how young theyre starting you guttersnipes now. You sit down and tell me who sent you. The Sun? The Daily Star? Good heavens, you cant be more than 1 7. Go on, take your picture and go away. -I already have a picture of you. -Whats going on? -Where the devil did you get this? -From Libby. -That singer you met on a camel? -Why would Libby give this to you? She thought Id want to know what my father looked like. My name is Daphne Reynolds. Im Libbys daughter. According to this. .Im your daughter too. Oh, for heavens sake! Seems you had an even better time in Morocco than you let on. Oh, dear God. I havent- No, this is impossible. -Must be a mistake. -Exactly, a mistake. This doesnt prove anything. This Libby must have written down the first man she could think of. Youre the only man shes ever thought of. Can I have a word with you in private for a moment, please? Henry? Youre not going to believe her, are you? Maybe l. Maybe I shouldnt have come. This is a big shock for you. Im freaking out and Ive known since I was 2. Dont get me wrong, I mean in a good way. Ive dreamt about this my whole life. Not that exact entrance, of course. I imagined something more graceful. I can see now that it was probably a mistake. I shouldnt have come. Sorry, did you just say youve known about this your whole life? -Yeah. -Good. Now weve got that settled. .how about some tea and a piece of fruitcake? Your mother didnt feel I deserved the same consideration? -No to the fruitcake, then. -How could she keep this from me?! What happened to the mistake theory we were operating on a moment ago? No, wait a minute, ducky. Henry, I know this has come as a shock, but we cant just let the girl go. -Not until weve got to the bottom of this. -Shall I call a hotel, madam? And tell them what, exactly? The best-known candidate in a generation is requesting a room for a teenage girl? -The press will have a field day. -Can we leave the press out of this? -No, Glynnis is absolutely right. -Thank God someone else is thinking straight. The girl must stay here, with us. Darling, before we let this hypothetical daughter blow your political career. -.we might consider checking up on her. -For what? Criminal record? Blood type? Triple sixes on her scalp? Glynnis, she has a birth certificate, she has my photograph and she has my eyes. Only thinking of whats best for you. I know you dont like thinking about it, but the press can be brutal. Exclusive! Henry Dashwood in Love Child Shocker! Actually, shes not strictly a love child. Her mother and I were married. I mean, not technically. It was a Bedouin ceremony in Morocco. We planned to make it official as soon as we got back. .but for some reason Libby decided to. Well, anyway, she left. -Taking something of yours with her. -Put a cork in it. Maybe someone should have put a cork in it 1 7 years ago! Well, here we are. Will it do? Are you kidding? Its incredible! Its bigger than our entire apartment. .and the restaurant downstairs. It makes the White House look like a McDonalds. I get the point. Now, why dont I send Percy to fetch your things? -Thank you so much, Lady Dashwood. -No hugs, dear. Im British. We only show affection to dogs and horses. Right. You rock! Hello? -Libby? -Henry. -ls she there? Is she all right? -Yeah, shes here. Shes fine. Mother is force-feeding her fruitcake as we speak. How could you not tell me Id fathered a child? You let her show up 1 7 years later, unannounced- And what? Put a dent in your political career? -No, thats not- -lf youre afraid of a scandal, send her back. Its not about scandal, its finding out I had a daughter for half my life! Libby. I didnt want her to get hurt. -What is that supposed to mean? -Ask your advisors. Theyve gotten you this far, havent they? My point is that Henrys strength has been that hes completely scandal-free. .unlike his opponent. This could ruin everything. Have you finished stating the obvious? Good. Then let me explain what were going to do. We give the papers the story, but we spin it our way. Lets see what we have. Yes, the Royal Dress Show. Introduce her as the daughter youve always known, but rarely were able to be with. The press still gets a story, but its cut off at the knees. We are dealing with a living, breathing 1 7-year-old girl. The only thing we know is that shes an American teenager. Hardly a promising start. Still, what do you think, Henry? Liability or asset? Well, Ive only spent a few moments with her myself. .but my sense is that shes quite mature for her age. She seems well-mannered. -Thanks, Percy! -Your lunch, Miss Daphne. Id say rather self-contained, soft-spoken. Perfect. Lets run with it. Ah, me. Please be Armistead. -Dashwood residence, Clarissa speaking. -This is lan Wallace. Is Daphne there? Shes not here. Theres no one here by that name, actually. Sorry. If you do happen to see her, could you tell her lan Wallace is trying to find her? Absolutely. I will. Not. -Daphne. -Mr. Dashwood. -Lord Dashwood? -Call me Henry. Henry. Okay. -This is a cool room. -Listen, l. I was just wondering if. I was wondering if. Well, I dont know if this would interest you, actually. .but I was hoping you might accompany me to the Royal Dress Show on Friday? -Dress show? -Yes, its ass-numbingly dull. Some people I have to impress take it frightfully seriously. Is it like a fashion show? Gwyneth and Madonna go to those things, right? Do you think theyd be there? I have no idea what youre talking about, but for me its a stop on the campaign trail. For Glynnis, its a chance to launch Clarissa on society. Launch? You make her sound like a ship. No, in Clarissas case its more like an intercontinental ballistic missile. Shes what in the old days might have been called a debutante. Well, I dont know. I just. -Could you bear it? -Could I bear it? I mean thatd be. -Thatd be cool. -Really? Well, good. Thats settled, then. Thats good. Good. I forgot. I brought this for you. Its some pictures of me growing up. -Thats. -I thought you might want to have it. Thank you very much. Thank you. Thats splendid, thank you. Okay. Daphne, could I get your advice on something? Sure. I cant decide which one to wear to the show tomorrow. -.and I was wondering what you thought. -ls that a Gucci tartan mini? Thats so cute! -You can go that funky to the show? -Daphne, thats the whole point. Turn up in a sensible dress and pearls. .and you might as well wear a sign saying, Spot the Plonker. Im glad you told me. Wouldnt want to be a plonker. What are stepsisters for? -This is really cute. -Good. Ill wear that, then. -See you later! -Bye! Im here to see Daphne Reynolds. -Do you have an appointment? -No, but shes a friend of mine. -You dont get in without an appointment. -Shell want to see me. -Could you move away now, please, sir? -What? -Could you move away now, please? -All right, chill out, mate. You dont own the place. No, stop! No. Not good. Im so sorry. One second. Ill be right there. Almost ready. One second! We have to go! Prince Charles, Harry and Wills will already be there. Why doesnt Daphne come along later? -I suppose Percy could drive- -Brilliant. Its settled, then. Come on! Well, isnt this perfect? -Go low on that one, Army. -Low? Low it is. Youd think theyd choose debs who actually had ankles. Those look like baked hams. -Shall I park the car? -No, see you later! Sorry. No admittance. Shows already started. Come on! Cow! Where is this Daphne, anyway? Shell probably swing through on a vine any minute. The girl is positively barbaric. I hope she doesnt embarrass me in front of Armistead. We still have the arrival of Henrys illegitimate daughter. You neednt worry. Henry assured me she will be the soul of discretion. -ls this the way to the show? -Go! Youre on! Oh, my giddy aunt! Holy poo on toast! Henry. .do something! Thats her. Who is that adorable creature? She can dump tea in my harbor anytime. Thank you, London! I say, are you all right? Are you sure? -What a disgrace! -Must be American. Make way, everyone. Tacky American coming through. My evil stepsister. Youve seen Cinderella, right? Let me clue you in. I win. -What a cute dog! -I beg your pardon? Im Henry Dashwoods daughter from New York. -I didnt know Henry had a daughter. -Can I play with him? -Shes very temperamental! A biter! -Seems sweet. -Hey, guy! I like the ribbon. -Oh, dear. Excuse me, wont you? Cute little guy, lets play. -Princess Charlotte, I do apologize. -Its all right, Henry. Ive just been having a