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六人行中英对照810TheOneWithMonicasBoots
810TheOneWithMonica’sBoots
[Scene:
MonicaandChandler's,MonicaistryingonapairofnewbootsasChandlerenters.]
Monica:
Hey!
Sowhatdoyouthink?
Chandler:
Newhaircut?
(Monicanods‘No.’)Necklace?
(No)Dress?
(No)Boots?
(Monicanods‘Yes.’)Boots!
Monica:
Yes!
Now,they’realittlemorethanInormallyspendonboots…orrent(Showshimthereceipt.)
Chandler:
OhmyGod!
Monica:
Iknow.
Chandler:
I’mgonnamissbeingabletoaffordfood.
Monica:
I’msorry,theyjust,theyjustlooksogood!
Andthesaleswomanwaslookingatmelike,"Oh,thesearewaytooexpensiveforyou."
Chandler:
Shehadapoint.(Showsherthereceipt.)
Rachel:
(entering)Hi!
Monica:
Hey.
Rachel:
OhmyGod!
(Noticestheboots)OhMonica!
Thosebootsareamazing!
Monica:
They’remine!
Chandler:
Yeahwell,toobadwe’regonnahavetoreturnthem.
Rachel:
Returnthem?
!
Shh!
They’regonnahearyou!
Monica:
Honey,I’mnotreturningthem.Okay?
ImeanI-Iknowtheycostalot,butI’mgoingtowearthemallthetime.You’llsee.Besides,Ilovethecompliments.Imean,haveyoueverhadsomethingsobeautifuleveryonewantedit?
Chandler:
Ihaveyou.
Monica:
Nicetry;I’mkeepingtheboots.
OpeningCredits
[Scene:
CentralPerk,Phoebe,Ross,andRachelaresittingonthecouchandRossistalkingtoRachel’s,whoisnowshowing,stomach.]
Ross:
That’sright,Iloveyou!
And-andI’mgonnaplaywithyouallthetime.
Phoebe:
Howcanyoulethimtalktoyourcrotchlikethat?
Rachel:
(pause)He’stalkingtothebaby.
Phoebe:
Ohh!
Okay!
Okay,causewhen-whenhesaid,"Ican’twaittohearyourfirstwords,"Ithought,"There’satrick."
Rachel:
Okay.Well,Igottagoyouguys.I’llseeyoulater.
Phoebe:
Okay.
Ross:
Bye.
Rachel:
Bye.(ShegetsuptoleavebutisstoppedbyJoey)
Joey:
OhheyRach,listen—Hi!
Rachel:
Hi.
Joey:
Umm,canyoudomeafavor?
Iwastalkin’tomysisterandsheknowsyouworkatRalphLauren…
Rachel:
No,forgetit!
Noway!
IamnotsendinganymoreRalphLaurenclothestoprison.Itisawaste.
Joey:
No-no-no-no-no-no,nother,nother.Myyoungestsister,Dina,she’sreallyinterestedinfashion,andshewantstotalktosomeonesuccessful,y’know,togivehersomeadvice.
Rachel:
IguessIcantalktooneofmysupervisors…
Joey:
Ohno-no-no-no,shewantstotalktoyou!
Rachel:
Really?
!
OhmyGod!
I’msuccessful!
Joey:
Okay,sowillyoumeetwithher?
Rachel:
Yes!
I’dloveto!
Havehercomebytheoffice.
Joey:
Great!
Thanks!
You’regonnalovehersomuch.And—Oh,she’sthesmartestofalltheTribbianichildren.Hey,y’knowtheS.A.T’s?
Rachel:
Yeah.
Joey:
Shetook‘em!
(JoeygoestogetcoffeeandRachelexitsasthecamerapanstoPhoebeandRossonthecouch.)
Phoebe:
HeyRoss!
Doesn’tBengototheSmithfieldDaySchool?
Ross:
Yeah.Why?
Phoebe:
Stinghasasonthatgoestheretoo!
Ross:
YeahIknow;he’sinBen’sclass.
Phoebe:
Youknewthisandyouneversaidanything?
!
Withallthestupiddinosaurstuffyoutellus?
!
Ross:
Fine!
Nomoredinosaurstuff!
CanItalkaboutfossils?
(Joeyisabouttositdownandhearsthissoinsteadhegroansandexits.)
Phoebe:
Sting’sson,sevenyearsoldandthere’sapicture.
Ross:
Whatareyoureading?
TheKidnappersGuidetoManhattanPrivateSchools?
Phoebe:
No,it’sNewYorkmagazine.It’sanarticleaboutthebestschoolsinthecity.SohowwelldoyouknowSting?
Ross:
Uh,Iactuallyhaven’tevenmethim.
Phoebe:
Uh-huh,yeahthat’stoobad.IreallywanttogotohisconcertFridaynight,butit’stotallysoldout.Iknow!
Whydon’tyoumeethimandgettickets?
!
IfyougettwoI’lltakeyou.
Ross:
Wellactually,I’mpickingBenuptomorrow,maybehe’llbethere.
Phoebe:
Thereyougo!
Oh,youaresolucky!
YoumightactuallygettomeetStingtomorrow!
That’swhyyouhavekids!
[Scene:
CentralPerk,thenextdayRachel,Phoebe,andChandlerarethereasMonicaenters.]
Monica:
Heyguys!
Chandler:
Hey-hey.
Rachel:
HiMonica!
Monica:
Hey.(Sitsdownonthearmofthecouch.)
Rachel:
Hiboots.
Monica:
SeeChandler?
I’mgettingalotofuseoutofthemalready!
They’reverypractical.See,youcanwearthemwithdresses,withskirts,withpants…
Chandler:
Youcanwearthemwithshortsonastreetcornerandearnthemoneytopayforthem.(Goesandgetssomecoffeeatthecounter.)
Phoebe:
Wow!
They’rebeautiful!
Rachel:
Ahh…
Monica:
(almostcrying)Theyhurtsomuch!
Phoebe:
What?
!
Monica:
Theguywhomadethesehatesfeetandwantstoseethemdie!
Rachel:
Well-wellyoucangivethemtome!
Ihaven’tfeltmyfeetinyears!
Monica:
Ican’t!
IspentsomuchmoneyonthemandItoldChandlerthatI’dwearthemallthetime,Ijustcan’tgivethemaway!
Phoebe:
Wellthengetyourmoneybackandreturnthem!
Monica:
Ican’tdothateither!
Thesoles’arealreadyalittlescuffedupandtheinsidesarefilledwithmyblood.
Ross:
(entering)Hey!
Chandler:
(returningtohisseat)Hey!
Ross:
HeyIuhjustpickedupBenfromschool…
Chandler:
(spinningaroundlookingforhim)Idon’tthinkyoudidaverythoroughjob!
Ross:
IdroppedhimoffatCarol’s.(ToPhoebe)Anyway,itturnsoutthatI’mnotgoingtobeabletogetthoseticketsthough.
Phoebe:
Ohno!
Whynot?
Ross:
WellitturnsoutthatBenandSting’ssondonotgetalong.
Phoebe:
Howcome?
!
Ross:
Apparently,Sting’ssonmadefunofthefactthatBen’smomsarelesbinims.
Phoebe:
Wait!
ButRossiftheydon’tgetalongthenyoushouldsmooththingsover.Makethembefriends.
Ross:
Phoebe,youcan’tforcekidstobefriends.
Phoebe:
Sureyoucan!
Givethemsomeblocks,puttheminaplaypen!
Ross:
Playpen?
!
Ben’sseven!
Phoebe:
Yourkidisseven?
!
(Rossnods,"Yes.")(Totherest)He’sreallysmall.(ToRoss)Please!
Pleasegetthetickets!
Ross:
LookI’msorryPheebs,Ican’tdoit.
Phoebe:
Yesyoucan!
Stingsayssohimself!
Ross:
What?
Phoebe:
(singing)Rossssscan!
Ross:
LookPhoebe,I’msorryit’sjust…
Phoebe:
(singing)Rosssscan!
Ross:
Phoebe,I…
Phoebe:
(singing)Rossscan!
Givemethetickets!
Rosscangivemethetickets!
!
(Rossrunsouttogetthetickets.)
[Scene:
Rachel’sOffice,JoeyhasbroughtDinatomeetwithRachel.]
Joey:
(entering,withDina)Heresheis!
Futurefashionsuperstar!
Rachel:
OhJoey,I’mhardlya…
Joey:
MylittlesisterDina!
Rachel:
Right!
HiDina!
Dina:
Hi.
Rachel:
Nicetomeetyou.(Theyshakehands.)
Dina:
Thankssomuchformeetin’withme.Joey’stoldmesomuchaboutyou!
Joey:
Thisissoexcitingforher.Well,I’llletyoutwofash…istsgetdowntobusiness.(Exits.)
Rachel:
Okay.AllrightDina,welllet’stalkaboutthedifferentareasoffashionthatyoucouldgetinvolvedin.Let’ssee,there’sdesign,butyoumayneedawholeotherdegreeforthat.Uh,there’s-there’ssales,whichisgreatbecauseyougettotravel…
Dina:
I…Idon’tcareaboutfashion!
I’mpregnant!
AndIknowyouaretoo,soyougottahelpme!
Rachel:
(stunned)Andthere’smarketing…
[Scene:
TheHallway,Monicaisreturning,butbeforesheenterstheapartmentshestopsonthestepandchangesfromwearingtennisshoestothebootsandshemoansinpainassheputseachbooton.]
Monica:
(standingup)Ahhhhhhhh!
Chandler:
(openingthedoor)What’swrong?
Monica:
OhnothingI’mjust—justwasyawning.(Mimicsthegroanfrombeforeandstretches.)
Chandler:
Ohdon’tforget,myofficeholidaypartyistonight.(Theygointotheapartment.)
Monica:
Honey,wedon’treallyhavetogotothisthingtonightdowe?
Chandler:
Nowsweetie,Iknowyoudon’tlikemyofficeparties,butyoucanwearyournewboots.See?
Everycloudhasa…suppleleatherlining.
Monica:
I-Idon’t-Idon’tthinkthatI’mgonnawearthebootstonight.
Chandler:
Whynot?
Monica:
Welly’know,I’mjust-I’mjustworriedthatbosseswillseethemandthinktheypayyoutoomuchmoney.Or!
Oryourassistantwillseethemand-andwantaraise!
Chandler:
DoyouthinkIworkatsomekindofbootpricingcompany?
Monica:
Anyway,IpickedupthisoutfitthatIwanttowearandthe,andthebootsdon’treallygowithit.
Chandler:
Yousaidthatyoupaidallthatmoneybecausethosebootsgowithskirts,dresses,andpants!
Monica:
Fine!
Ifyouwantmetoweartheboots,I’llweartheboots.Infact,I’llgointomyroomrightnowandy’knowtrytheoutfiton.
Chandler:
Okay.
Monica:
Okay?
(Shestartstowalkwhichcauseshertostartcrying)Ooowee!
Christmaspartyinmyboots!
(Runsintothebedroomandmixessaying‘ow’withlaughing.)
[Scene:
TheHallway,RachelisabouttoenterherapartmentwithDinatotellJoeythenews.]
Dina:
I-Ican’tgointhere.Ican’ttellhim!
Rachel:
Honey,it’sgoingtobeokay.He’sbeenincrediblysupportiveofme,andifhegetsalittleupset;that’swhatthemeatballsubisfor.(ShegivesDinaasandwichwrappedinaluminumfoil.)
Dina:
Thankyou.
Rachel:
Okay.
(Theyenter.)
Joey:
Hey!
It’smyfashiongirls!
(Theydon’treact.)What’swrong?
Rachel:
Honey,whydon’tyousitdown?
Dinahassomethingthatshewantstotellyou.
Joey:
(concerned)Oh.What’s,what’sgoingon?
Isitmom?
Isshesick?
Isitdad’sheart?
Isthatasandwich?
Dina:
Joe,momanddadarefine…
Joey:
Isthatasandwich?
!
Rachel:
Joey…there’ssomethingthatyou…shouldknow.Dina?
Dina:
I’mpregnant.
Joey:
(angrily)What?
!
Rachel:
(ToDina)Now!
Givehimthesandwich!
Givehimthesandwich!
(Shequicklysetsthesandwichinfrontofhim.)
Joey:
Wellobviouslythisisamistake!
Youcan’tbepregnant!
Becauseyouhavetohavesextogetpregnant!
Dina:
Joe,ItriedtowaituntilIwas25likeyoudid!
Rachel:
What?
!
Dina…
Joey:
(toRachel)Bub!
!
!
(PointsatherandquietsRachel.)(ToDina)Ican’tbelievethis!
You’rethegoodone!
Youwenttocollege!
Bothyears!
Whodidthistoyou?
!
Dina:
BobbyCorso,buthe’sarealniceguy.Ilikehimal