布达佩斯大饭店英文台词.docx

1、布达佩斯大饭店英文台词it is an extremely common mistake,people think the writers imagination is always at work,that hes constantly inventing an endless supplyof incidents and episodes,that he simply dreams up his stories out of thin air.In point of fact, the opposite is true.Once the public knows youre a write

2、r,they bring the characters and events to youand as long as you maintain your ability to lookand to carefully listen,these stories will continue to.Stop it. Stop it! Dont! Dont do it!Uh, will continue to seek you out over your lifetime.To him who has often told the tales of others,many tales will be

3、 told.Sorry. Its all right.The incidents that follow were described to meexactly as I present them hereand in a wholly unexpected way.A number of years ago,while suffering from a mild case of Scribes Fever,a form of neurasthenia common amongthe intelligentsia of that time,I decided to spend the mont

4、h of Augustin the spa town of Nebelsbad below the Alpine Sudetenwaltz,and had taken up rooms in the Grand Budapest,a picturesque, elaborate, and once widely celebrated establishment.I expect some of you will know it.YOUNG WRITER: It was off season and, by that time, decidedly out of fashion,and it h

5、ad already begun its descentinto shabbiness and eventual demolition.What few guests we werehad quickly come to recognize one another by sightas the only living souls residing in the vast establishment,although I do not believe any acquaintance among our number had proceededbeyond the polite nods we

6、exchanged as we passedin the Palm Court,in the Arabian baths,and on board the Colonnade Funicular.We were a very reserved group, it seemed,and, without exception, solitary.Perhaps as a result of this general silence,I had established a casual and bantering familiaritywith the hotels concierge, a Wes

7、t-continentalknown only as Monsieur Jean,who struck one as being, at once,both lazy and, really, quite accommodating.I expect he was not well paid.In any case, one evening,as I stood conferring elbow-to-elbow with Monsieur Jean,as had become my habit, I noticed a new presence in our company.A small,

8、 elderly man, smartly dressed,with an exceptionally lively, intelligent faceand an immediately perceptible air of sadness.He was, like the rest of us, alone, but also, I must say,he was the first that struck one as being deeply and truly lonely.A symptom of my own medical condition as well.Whos this

9、 interesting old fellow?I inquired of Monsieur Jean.To my surprise, he was distinctly taken aback.Dont you know? He asked.Dont you recognize him?He did look familiar.Thats Mr. Moustafa himself.He arrived earlier this morning.This name will no doubt be familiarto the more seasoned persons among you.M

10、r. Zero Moustafa was at one time the richest man in Zubrowka,and was still indeed the owner of the Grand Budapest.He often comes and stays a week or more,three times a year at least, but never in the season.Monsieur Jean signaled to me and I leaned closer.Ill tell you a secret.He takes only a single

11、-bed sleeping room without a bathin the rear corner of the top floorand its smaller than the service elevator!It was well known,Zero Moustafa had purchased and famously inhabitedsome of the most lavish castles and palazzos on the continent.Yet here, in his own nearly empty hotel,he occupied a servan

12、ts quarters?At that moment, the curtain roseon a parenthetical, domestic drama.Shit.which required the immediate and complete attentionof Monsieur Jean,but, frankly, did not hold mine for long.However,this premature intermission in the story of the curious, old manhad left me, as the expression goes

13、,gespannt wie ein Flitzebogen,that is, on the edge of my seat,where I remained throughout the next morning, until,in what I have found to be its mysterious and utterly reliable fashion,fate, once again, intervened on my behalf.MR. MOUSTAFA: I admire your work.I beg your pardon?I said, I know and adm

14、ire your wonderful work.Thank you most kindly, sir.Did Monsieur Jean have a word or two to share with youabout the aged proprietor of this establishment?I must confess, I did myself inquire about you.Hes perfectly capable, of course, Monsieur Jeanbut we cant claim hes a first,or, in earnest, even se

15、cond-rate concierge.But there it is.Times have changed.The thermal baths are very beautiful.They were in their first condition.It couldnt be maintained, of course.Too decadent for current tastes.But I love it all just the same, this enchanting old ruin.How did you come to buy it, if I may ask?The Gr

16、and Budapest.I didnt.If youre not merely being polite,and you must tell me if thats the case,but if it genuinely does interest you,may I invite you to dine with me tonight,and it will be my pleasure and, indeed, my privilege to tell youmy story. Such as it is.Two ducks roasted with olives.Rabbit, sa

17、lad? Mmm.Pouilly-Jouvet 52, plus a split of the brut.That should provide us ample timeif I commence promptly.By all means.Well, it begins, as it must, with our mutual friends predecessor.The beloved, original concierge of The Grand Budapest.It begins, of course, with.Bring the table to the window. Y

18、es, Monsieur Gustave.Bring the tray to the table. Right away, Monsieur Gustave.Right there. Have those been brushed and blocked?Of course, Monsieur Gustave. Pack them in the hat boxes.Is that from Oberstdorf & Company?I believe so, Monsieur Gustave.Second trunk. Who has the tickets? I do, Monsieur G

19、ustave.Give them to me.These are in order. Wait in the corner.Im not leaving.I beg your pardon?Im not leaving. Why not?Im frightened. Of what?I fear this may be the last time we ever see each other.Why on earth would that be the case?Well, I cant put it into words, but I feel it.For goodness sake, t

20、heres no reasonfor you to leave us if youd.Come with me.To fucking Lutz?Please. Give me your hand.Youve nothing to fear. Youre always anxious before you travel.I admit, you appear to be sufferinga more acute attack on this occasion.But, truly and honestly. Oh, dear God.What have you done to your fin

21、gernails?I beg your pardon? This diabolical varnish.The color is completely wrong. Dont you like it?Its not that I dont like it. I am physically repulsed.Perhaps this will soothe you.What? Dont recite.Just listen to the words. Hush.Please. Not now.While questing once in noble wood of gray, medieval

22、pine,I came upon a tomb, rain-slickd, rubbed-cool, ethereal,its inscription long-vanished,yet still within its melancholy fissures.MADAME D.: Will you light a candle for me, please?In the sacristy of Santa Maria?GUSTAVE H: Ill see to it myself immediately.Remember, Im always with you.I love you.I lo

23、ve you.Its quite a thing winning the loyalty of a woman like thatfor 19 consecutive seasons.Um. Yes, sir.Shes very fond of me, you know.Yes, sir.But Ive never seen her like that before.No, sir.She was shaking like a shitting dog.Truly.Run to the cathedral of Santa Maria in Brucknerplatz.Buy one of t

24、he plain, half-length candlesand take back four Klubecks in change.Light it in the sacristy, say a brief rosarythen go to Mendls and get me a courtesan au chocolat.If theres any money left, give it to the crippled shoe-shine boy.Right away, sir.Hold it.Who are you?Im Zero, sir. The new Lobby Boy.Zer

25、o, you say? Yes, sir.Ive never heard of you, never laid eyes on you.Who hired you?Mr. Mosher, sir.Mr. Mosher!Yes, Monsieur Gustave?Am I to understand youve surreptitiously hired this young manin the position of a Lobby Boy?Hes been engaged for a trial period,pending your approval, of course.Uh.Perha

26、ps, yes. Thank you, Mr. Mosher.Youre most welcome, Monsieur Gustave.Youre now going to be officially interviewed.Should I go and light the candle first, sir?What? No.Experience?Hotel Kinski, Kitchen Boy, six months.Hotel Berlitz, Mop and Broom Boy, three months.Before that I was a Skillet Scrubber.E

27、xperience, zero.Thank you again, Monsieur Gustave.Straighten that cap, Anatole.The pleasures mine, Herr Schneider. The straps busted.These are not acceptable. I fully agree.Education?I studied reading and spelling.I started my primary school. I almost.Education, zero.Now its exploded.Good morning, C

28、icero. Call the goddamn plumber!This afternoon, Monsieur Gustave?Without fail, Frau Liebling.What in hell is this? Not now.Family?Zero.Six, Igor.Why do you want to be a Lobby Boy?Well, who wouldnt, at the Grand Budapest, sir?Its an institution.Very good.A thousand Klubecks.My goodness.Were you ever

29、a Lobby Boy, sir?What do you think?Well, I suppose youd have to start somewhere.Go and light the goddamn candle. Yes, sir.MR. MOUSTAFA: And so, my life began.Junior Lobby Boy in-training,Grand Budapest Hotel,under the strict command of Monsieur Gustave H.I became his pupil, and he was to be my counselor and guardian.GUSTAVE H: What is a Lobby Boy?A Lobby Boys completely invisible, yet always in sight.A Lobby Boy remembers what people hate.A Lobby Boy anticipates the clients needsbefore th