六人行中英对照1014 The One With Princess Consuela.docx

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六人行中英对照1014TheOneWithPrincessConsuela

1014TheOneWithPrincessConsuela

[Scene:

ChandlerandMonica'sapartment.TheyarehavingadinerpartywithPhoebeandMike.]

Mike:

（raisinghisglass）Thankyouguysforhavingusover.

Phoebe:

Oh!

Yeah,thisisfun,couplesnight.

Chandler:

Yeah,Idon'tknowwhywehangoutwithmarriedcouplesmoreoften.

Monica:

Well,becauseeverytimewedo,youmakejokesaboutswingingandscarethemaway.

Chandler:

YoumeanthatPortuguesecouple?

Yeah,likeyouwouldn'thavedoneit.（sheshrugs）

Ross:

（entering）Hey,youguys...Ihavegreatnews.

Monica:

Ross,we'rekindofinthemiddleofdinerhere.

Ross:

Oh,well,er,Ialreadyate,butsure...!

（theyalllookateachotherwhenRossgrabsaplate）Guesswhathappenedatworktoday...

Chandler:

Adinosaurdiedamillionyearsago?

Ross:

Trysixty-fivemillionyearsago,andthentrysssshhhhhh....MytenurereviewboardmettodayandIhearit'slookingreallygood.

Phoebe:

Wow!

Ross:

Yeah.Doyouhaveanyideawhatthismeansinacademiccircles,uh?

Iamgonnagetlaid.

Rachel:

（whileentering）Hiyouguys.

All:

Hey.

Rachel:

Ooh,Italian!

（shealsograbsaplate）

Monica:

Noonewantedseconds,right?

Ross:

No,no.I-I'mgood.

Rachel:

Heyyouguys...You'renevergonnabelieveit.Thisheadhuntercalledme.IhaveameetingtomorrowwithGucci.Gucciwantsme.

Ross:

I'mupfortenure.

Rachel:

Congratulations!

Ross:

Youtoo!

Whataretheodds?

Rachel:

Ooh!

（theyhug）

Joey:

（enters）Guesswhat?

（theyalllookexpectantlyathim）Ifinallygotthatseedoutofmyteeth.

Monica:

Idon'tknowwhoI'mhappiestfor...

Phoebe:

Ido,he'sbeenworkingonthatallday!

（lookingatJoey）

OPENINGCREDITS

[Scene:

CentralPerk.Phoebe,MonicaandChandlerontheircouch.]

Phoebe:

HeyMon?

WasitweirdchangingyournametoGeller-Bing?

Monica:

No,no.Itfeltnicetoacknowledgethis.（patsChandleronhisleg）

Phoebe:

Wheredidyougotodoit?

Monica:

Uhmthe...theministry...ofnames...bureau...

Chandler:

YOUNEVERDIDIT!

Monica:

I'msorry.It'sjusttheideaofbeinganofficialBing.

Chandler:

Hey!

Iwillhaveyouknowthat...aah,whoamIkidding.Let'scallthekidGellerandletBingdiewithme.

Mike:

（walkstothecouchwithcoffeeforPhoebe）Hereyougo.

Phoebe:

Thanks!

Honey,wouldyouwantmetotakeyourname?

Mike:

Oh,it'sjust...It'suptoyou.It'syourname.You'vegottolivewithit.

Phoebe:

Allright,let'ssee,callmeMrs.Hannigan.

Chandler:

（pretendingtocallher.）Mrs.Hannigan?

Phoebe:

（loudlyandcrossly）What?

Can'tyouseeI'minthemiddleofsomething?

（smiling）Ooh,Ilikeit.

Joey:

（enters）Heyguys.

Chandler:

HeyJoe!

We'vegotacoupleofthingswe'vegottocheckoutatthenewhouse.Youwanttocomewithus?

Joey:

No,thankyou.

Monica:

Allright.Iknowyou'renothappyaboutusmoving,butyou'retheonlyonewhohasn'tseenthehouse.

Chandler:

Yeah,comewithus.You'llseehowcloseitistothecity.

Joey:

Butno,it'snotclose.Yousaiditwasinescrow?

Icouldn'tevenfinditonthemap.

Monica:

Joey,pleasecome.Itwouldmeansomuchtous.

Joey:

Youknowwhat?

Youaremyfriends,Iwannabesupportive,Iwillcomewithyou.SHOTGUN!

Chandler:

Damnit.

Monica:

Seeyouguyslater.

Phoebe:

Okay!

Monica:

（toJoey）I'llpickyouupateleven.Sogladyou'recoming.

Phoebe:

Goodforyou.Thatwasreallymature.

Joey:

What?

No,theonlyreasonI'mgoingtotheirstupidnewhouse,issoIcanpointouteverythingthat'swrongwithit,sotheydon'tmove.I'mgonnamakethemstayhere.

Mike:

You'reastrangekindofgrown-up.

Phoebe:

Joey,youcan'tmakesomeonedosomethingtheydon'twanttodo.Believeme,there'ssomethingI'vebeentryingtogetMiketodoinbedandthere's...he'sjust...

Mike:

Woo-wo-hey-hey-hey...Canwenottalkaboutthatrightnow?

Phoebe:

Allright,prude...Look,MonicaandChandlerreallylovethishouse.Youarenotgonnatalkthemintostayinghere.

Joey:

Hey,hey...Icanconvincepeopletodoanything,youknow.IbetIcanevengetMiketodothat"thing".Whatisit?

（PhoebewhisperssomethinginJoey'sear,butafterhearingithejumpsup,shocked）

Joey:

IAMNOTGONNAHELPYOUDOTHAT!

Goodbye!

（heleaves）

[Scene:

Arestaurant.Rachelenters.]

Rachel:

（tomaitred'）Hi,I'mheretoseeMr.Campbell...withGucci.ThereservationisprobablyunderGucci.It'sspelledlikeGukki,whichcouldbeconfusing.

Maitred':

Mr.Campbell'snothereyet.Letmeshowyoutohistable.

（Theywalktothetable,butRachelsuddenlygasps.SittingthereisMr.Zellner,herbossfromhercurrentjobatRalphLauren.）

Rachel:

OhmyGod!

That'smyboss.Youhavetoseatussomewhereelse.

Maitred':

I'msorry.That'salwaysMr.Campbell'stable.

Rachel:

Butmy...butmybosscannotseeme.I'minterviewingforanotherjob.

Maitred':

Iknow.WithGukki

Rachel:

Sssshhhh!

MrZellner:

Rachel?

Rachel:

Hi...I'monadate...

MrZellner:

（confused）That'sgreat!

Rachel:

Yeah,itis.Yeah,youknow,it'stough.Singlemom,career...Yougottagetoutthere.

MrZellner:

Well,yougotuhm...goodenergy.

Rachel:

Oh.

MrCampbell:

Rachel?

Rachel:

Yes,hi!

MrCampbell:

JamesCampbell...

Rachel:

Hi!

（toMr.Zellner）Excuseus.

MrCampbell:

Please...（showshertosit）

Rachel:

Okay.Oh,yeah...（whisperingtoMr.Zellner）Ohhe'scute!

MrCampbell:

So...yourresuméisquiteimpressive.（MrZellnerwhositsbehindRachelshrugs）

Rachel:

Wha...Myresumé?

Iwouldn't...Iwouldn'tcallmyonlinedatingprofilearesumé.

MrCampbell:

Datingprofile?

I-I-I'mtalkingabouttheworkresumé.

Rachel:

（startssinginglalalala）Whateverhappenedtojustsingingfornoreason?

Huh?

MrCampbell:

Maybepeople...founditweird....So,whydoyouwanttoleaveRalphLauren?

Rachel:

What?

I-Idon't.

MrCampbell:

Youdon't?

Rachel:

No,I-I-Iloveitthere.

MrCampbell:

Well,ifyoudon'twanttoleave,whyarewehavingthislunch?

（RachelmimesandmouthstoMr.Campbell"Thatismyboss",pointingtoMr.Zellner）

MrCampbell:

What?

（Rachelnowsilentlywhispers"That'smyboss".）

MrCampbell:

That'sHugoBoss?

（Rachelholdsherhandinordertosupportherhead.Mr.Zellnerobviouslyoverheardtheconversation.）

[Scene:

Acounteratagovernmentbuilding.Phoebe'swaitinginline.]

Phoebe:

（tothewomanbehindher）Thisplaceissodepressing.IfIhadtoworkhereI'dkillmyself.（sheturnsaroundandtheclerkbehindthecounterheardher.）Butyouobviouslyhaven't.

Clerk:

HowcanIhelpyou?

Phoebe:

Ineedtochangemyname,please.See,IneedtochangeitbecauseI'm-I'mhidingfromthelaw.（theclerkshowsnochangeinexpressionwhatsoever）You'refun.

Clerk:

Youneedtofilloutthisform.（motionsforthenextpersoninline）

Phoebe:

Okay,well,Ijustdon't,Idon'tknowhowitworksexactly.See,mynameisBuffayandmyhusband'snameisHannigan,soisitsupposedtobeBuffay-HanniganorHannigan-Buffay?

Clerk:

Itcanbeanythingyouwant.

Phoebe:

Well,notanything,Imean...

Clerk:

Yeah...anything.

Phoebe:

Oh,thiscouldtakeawhile.

Clerk:

Getoutofmyline.

Phoebe:

Okay.

[Scene:

CentralPerk.ChandlerandMonicaaretherewhenPhoebeenters.]

Phoebe:

Hey!

Monica:

HeyPheebs.

Phoebe:

Oh,notanymore.Ichangedittoday.

Monica:

Oh,I'msorry,Mrs.Hannigan.

Phoebe:

Wrongagain!

Apparentlyyoucanchangeittoanythingyouwant.SoIthought,allright,here'sanopportunitytobecreative.SomeetPrincessConsuelaBananaHammock.

Chandler:

That'swhatweweregonnanamethebaby.

Monica:

Phoebe!

Phoebe:

Uh!

PrincessConsuela.

Monica:

Youseriouslychangedyournametothat?

Phoebe:

Uh-huh!

Monica:

Okay,sofromnowonwehavetocallyouPrincessConsuela?

Phoebe:

Uhm,no.I'mgonnahavemyfriendscallmeValerie.

（Rachelenters,lookingdepressed）

Chandler:

Hey,how'dtheinterviewgo?

Rachel:

Oh!

It'snotgood.

Chandler:

Youknow,Ialwaysfeelthatwayafteraninterview.I'llbetitwentbetterthanyouthink.

Rachel:

Well,Ididn'tgetthejobatGucciandIgotfiredfromRalphLauren.

Chandler:

Thatisabadinterview.

Phoebe:

Whatareyou,whatareyoutalkingabout?

Howdidthishappen?

Rachel:

Well,mybosswasatthesamerestaurantwhereIwashavingmyinterviewandheheardeverything.Solaterhecallsmetohisofficeandhetellsmethathe'sgonnahavetoletmego,becauseI'mnotateamplayer.AndIsaid"Waitaminute!

YesIam."andIhadtosittherefor45minuteswhileheprovedthatthatinfact...wastrue.

Monica:

OhGod.I'msosorry.

（Rossenterswithabottleinhishand）

Ross:

Hey!

Wha-hoo!

What'sthis?

（showingthebottle）Wellit'sa,it'sabottleofchampagne.Whyisthishere?

Phoebe:

Ross...

Ross:

Iguessit'sherebecauseIGOTTENURE!

All（exceptRachel）:

Congratulations!

（Rachellooksdevastated）

Ross:

Thisisthesinglegreatestdayofmyprofessionalcareer.Gunther,sixglasses!

Gunther:

Six?

Youwantmetojoinyou?

Ross:

Oh,IthoughtJoeywashere.Fiveisgood.（Guntherleaves,hurt）Well,I'mgonnahavealoogieinmycoffeetomorrow.

Chandler:

Ooh!

Israelichampagne.Andit'svanilla!

Ross:

Igottenure.Ididn'twinthelottery...HeyRach,souh...howdidyourthinggo?

Rachel:

Ohit...good!

Yeah,butI'mnotgonnahearfromthatforacoupleofdays.

Ross:

Oh,youknowwhat?

You'regonnagetit.I-I-I-Icanfeelit.

Phoebe:

Canyou?

Rachel:

Ah,allright.Here'stoRoss!

Ross:

And-andtoyearsofhardworkfinallypayingoff.

Phoebe:

Andtoknowingthatyourcareerdoesn'tmeaneverything.（Rachelmouths"aah"）

Ross:

Butalsoknowingitmeansalot.

Monica:

Butmoreimportantlytofullwell-roundedlives.

Ross:

...thatcenteraroundwork.

Chandler:

ToRoss!

All（exceptRachel）:

Ross!

（theyalldrinkfromthechampagne,but