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Let's start here. 我们从这里开始。

Tonight is the night. 今晚就是关键的夜晚。

I'm not sure I can do this. 我有点做不到。

You must be bold, daring. 你要坚强大胆些。

When the moment is right,you confess your love. 当时机一到你就表白你的爱

意。

You care for this girl,don't you? 你喜欢这个女孩，不是吗？

Are you happy here with me? 你在这里跟我一起快乐吗？

I miss him so much. 我非常想念他。

There is a way. 有个办法。

I'm on my way. 我马上过来。

Take it with you. 带上它吧。

Remember me. 记得我。

Everything is going just swimmingly. 一切都进行得很顺利。

I let her go. 我让她走了。

How could you do that? 你怎么能这么做？

Why? 为什么？ (注：w音被省略了)

I'm afraid it's true. 恐怕是真的。

She's going away? 她要走了吗？

He was so close. 他就差一点点了。

It's not enough. 这还不够。

I'm home. 我回家了。

I miss you so much! 我太想念你了！

May I help you? 我能帮你什么？（请问什么事）

You cann't do this! 你不能这么做！

That's all it takes. 只要这样就万事大吉了。

Have it your way. 随你说的了。

This is all my fault. 都是我的错。

What are we going to do? 我们该怎么办？

I knew it. 我就知道。

This isn't working. 这样是行不通的。

We must do something. 我们得做点什么。

It doesn't matter now. 现在已经无所谓了。

You guys gotta try this thing. 你们一定得试试这个。

Get out! 出去！

Don't talk like that. 不要这样说。

You'll be all right. 你会没事的。

Everything is going to be fine. 一切都会好起来的。

《小王子》台词

[ Chapter 1 ]

- we are introduced to the narrator, a pilot, and his ideas about grown-ups

Once when I was six years old I saw a magnificent picture in a book, called True

Stories from Nature, about the primeval forest. It was a picture of a boa constrictor

in the act of swallowing an animal. Here is a copy of the drawing.

In the book it said: "Boa constrictors swallow their prey whole, without

chewing it. After that they are not able to move, and they sleep through the six

months that they need for digestion."

I pondered deeply, then, over the adventures of the jungle. And after some

work with a colored pencil I succeeded in making my first drawing. My Drawing

Number One. It looked like this:

I showed my masterpiece to the grown-ups, and asked them whether the

drawing frightened them.

But they answered: "Frighten? Why should any one be frightened by a hat?"

My drawing was not a picture of a hat. It was a picture of a boa constrictor

digesting an elephant. But since the grown-ups were not able to understand it, I

made another drawing: I drew the inside of the boa constrictor, so that the

grown-ups could see it clearly. They always need to have things explained. My

Drawing Number Two looked like this:

The grown-ups‘ response, this time, was to advise me to lay aside my

drawings of boa constrictors, whether from the inside or the outside, and devote

myself instead to geography, history, arithmetic and grammar. That is why, at the

age of six, I gave up what might have been a magnificent career as a painter. I had

been disheartened by the failure of my Drawing Number One and my Drawing

Number Two. Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is

tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them.

So then I chose another profession, and learned to pilot airplanes. I have flown

a little over all parts of the world; and it is true that geography has been very useful

to me. At a glance I can distinguish China from Arizona. If one gets lost in the night,

such knowledge is valuable.

In the course of this life I have had a great many encounters with a great many

people who have been concerned with matters of consequence. I have lived a

great deal among grown-ups. I have seen them intimately, close at hand. And that

hasn‘t much improved my opinion of them.

Whenever I met one of them who seemed to me at all clear-sighted, I tried the

experiment of showing him my Drawing Number One, which I have always kept. I

would try to find out, so, if this was a person of true understanding. But, whoever it

was, he, or she, would always say:"That is a hat."

Then I would never talk to that person about boa constrictors, or primeval

forests, or stars. I would bring myself down to his level. I would talk to him about

bridge, and golf, and politics, and neckties. And the grown-up would be greatly

pleased to have met such a sensible man.

[ Chapter 2 ]

So I lived my life alone, without anyone that I could really talk to, until I had an

accident with my plane in the Desert of Sahara, six years ago. Something was

broken in my engine. And as I had with me neither a mechanic nor any passengers,

I set myself to attempt the difficult repairs all alone. It was a question of life or

death for me: I had scarcely enough drinking water to last a week.

The first night, then, I went to sleep on the sand, a thousand miles from any

human habitation. I was more isolated than a shipwrecked sailor on a raft in the

middle of the ocean. Thus you can imagine my amazement, at sunrise, when I was

awakened by an odd little voice. It said:

"If you please-- draw me a sheep!"

"What!"

"Draw me a sheep!"

I jumped to my feet, completely thunderstruck. I blinked my eyes hard. I

looked carefully all around me. And I saw a most extraordinary small person, who

stood there examining me with great seriousness. Here you may see the best

portrait that, later, I was able to make of him. But my drawing is certainly very

much less charming than its model.

That, however, is not my fault. The grown-ups discouraged me in my

painter‘s career when I was six years old, and I never learned to draw anything,

except boas from the outside and boas from the inside.

Now I stared at this sudden apparition with my eyes fairly starting out of my

head in astonishment. Remember, I had crashed in the desert a thousand miles

from any inhabited region. And yet my little man seemed neither to be straying

uncertainly among the sands, nor to be fainting from fatigue or hunger or thirst or

fear. Nothing about him gave any suggestion of a child lost in the middle of the

desert, a thousand miles from any human habitation. When at last I was able to

speak, I said to him: "But-- what are you doing here?"

And in answer he repeated, very slowly, as if he were speaking of a matter of

great consequence: "If you please-- draw me "d

When a mystery is too overpowering, one dare not disobey. Absurd as it might

seem to me, a thousand miles from any human habitation and in danger of death,

I took out of my pocket a sheet of paper and my fountain-pen. But then I

remembered how my studies had been concentrated on geography, history,

arithmetic, and grammar, and I told the little chap (a little crossly, too) that I did not

know how to draw. He answered me:"That doesn‘t matter. Draw me "

But I had never drawn a sheep. So I drew for him one of the two pictures I had

drawn so often. It was that of the boa constrictor from the outside. And I was

astounded to hear the little fellow greet it with, "No, no, no! I do not want an

elephant inside a boa constrictor. A boa constrictor is a very dangerous creature,

and an elephant is very cumbersome. Where I live, everything is very small. What I

need is a sheep. Draw me a sheep."

So then I made a drawing.

He looked at it carefully, then he said: "No. This sheep is already very sickly.

Make me another."

So I made another drawing.

My friend smiled gently and indulgently. "You see yourself," he said, "that this

is not a sheep. This is a ram. It has horns."

So then I did my drawing over once more.

But it was rejected too, just like the others. "This one is too old. I want a sheep

that will live a long time."

By this time my patience was exhausted, because I was in a hurry to start

taking my engine apart. So I tossed off this drawing.

And I threw out an explanation with it.

"This is only his box. The sheep you asked for is inside."

I was very surprised to see a light break over the face of my young judge:

"That is exactly the way I wanted it! Do you think that this sheep will have to

have a great deal of grass?"

"Why?"

"Because where I live everything is "

"There will surely be enough grass for him," I said. "It is a very small sheep that

I have given you."

He bent his head over the drawing:

"Not so small that-- Look! He has gone "

And that is how I made the acquaintance of the little prince.

[ Chapter 3 ]

It took me a long time to learn where he came from. The little prince, who

asked me so many questions, never seemed to hear the ones I asked him. It was

from words dropped by chance that, little by little, everything was revealed to me.

The first time he saw my airplane, for instance (I shall not draw my airplane;

that would be much too complicated for me), he asked me: "What is that object?"

"That is not an object. It flies. It is an airplane. It is my airplane." And I was

proud to have him learn that I could fly.

He cried out, then: "What! You dropped down from the sky?"

"Yes," I answered, modestly.

"Oh! That is funny!"

And the little prince broke into a lovely peal of laughter, which irritated me

very much. I like my misfortunes to be taken seriously.

Then he added: "So you, too, come from the sky! Which is your planet?"

At that moment I caught a gleam of light in the impenetrable mystery of his

presence; and I demanded, abruptly: "Do you come from another planet?"

But he did not reply. He tossed his head gently, without taking his eyes from

my plane: "It is true that on that you can‘t have come from very "

And he sank into a reverie, which lasted a long time. Then, taking my sheep

out of his pocket, he buried himself in the contemplation of his treasure.

You can imagine how my curiosity was aroused by this half-confidence about

the "other planets." I made a great effort, therefore, to find out more on this

subject.

"My little man, where do you come from? What is this ‘where I live,‘ of

which you speak? Where do you want to take your sheep?"

After a reflective silence he answered: "The thing that is so good about the box

you have given me is that at night he can use it as his house."

"That is so. And if you are good I will give you a string, too, so that you can tie

him during the day, and a post to tie him to."

But the little prince seemed shocked by this offer: "Tie him! What a queer

idea!"

"But if you don‘t tie him," I said, "he will wander off somewhere, and get

lost."

My friend broke into another peal of laughter: "But where do you think he

would go?"

"Anywhere. Straight ahead of him."

Then the little prince said, earnestly: "That doesn‘t matter. Where I live,

everything is so small!"

And, with perhaps a hint of sadness, he added: "Straight ahead of him, nobody

can go "

[ Chapter 4 ]

I had thus learned a second fact of great importance: this was that the planet

the little prince came from was scarcely any larger than a house!

But that did not really surprise me much. I knew very well that in addition to

the great planets-- such as the Earth, Jupiter, Mars, Venus-- to which we have given

names, there are also hundreds of others, some of which are so small that one has

a hard time seeing them through the telescope. When an astronomer discovers

one of these he does not give it a name, but only a number. He might call it, for

example, "Asteroid 325."

I have serious reason to believe that the planet from which the little prince

came is the asteroid known as B-612. This asteroid has only once been seen

through the telescope. That was by a Turkish astronomer, in 1909.

On making his discovery, the astronomer had presented it to the International

Astronomical Congress, in a great demonstration. But he was in Turkish costume,

and so nobody would believe what he said.

Grown-ups are

Fortunately, however, for the reputation of Asteroid B-612, a Turkish dictator

made a law that his subjects, under pain of death, should change to European

costume. So in 1920 the astronomer gave his demonstration all over again,

dressed with impressive style and elegance. And this time everybody accepted his

report.

If I have told you these details about the asteroid, and made a note of its

number for you, it is on account of the grown-ups and their ways. When you tell

them that you have made a new friend, they never ask you any questions about

essential matters. They never say to you, "What does his voice sound like? What

games does he love best? Does he collect butterflies?" Instead, they demand:

"How old is he? How many brothers has he? How much does he weigh? How much

money does his father make?" Only from these figures do they think they have

learned anything about him.

If you were to say to the grown-ups: "I saw a beautiful house made of rosy

brick, with geraniums in the windows and doves on the roof," they would not be

able to get any idea of that house at all. You would have to say to them: "I saw a

house that cost $20,000." Then they would exclaim: "Oh, what a pretty house that

is!"

Just so, you might say to them: "The proof that the little prince existed is that

he was charming, that he laughed, and that he was looking for a sheep. If anybody

wants a sheep, that is a proof that he exists." And what good would it do to tell

them that? They would shrug their shoulders, and treat you like a child. But if you

said to them: "The planet he came from is Asteroid B-612," then they would be

convinced, and leave you in peace from their questions.

They are like that. One must not hold it against them. Children should always

show great forbearance toward grown-up people.

But certainly, for us who understand life, figures are a matter of indifference. I

should have liked to begin this story in the fashion of the fairy-tales. I should have

like to say: "Once upon a time there was a little prince who lived on a planet that

was scarcely any bigger than himself, and who had need of "

To those who understand life, that would have given a much greater air of

truth to my story.

For I do not want any one to read my book carelessly. I have suffered too much

grief in setting down these memories. Six years have already passed since my

friend went away from me, with his sheep. If I try to describe him here, it is to make

sure that I shall not forget him. To forget a friend is sad. Not every one has had a

friend. And if I forget him, I may become like the grown-ups who are no longer

interested in anything

It is for that purpose, again, that I have bought a box of paints and some

pencils. It is hard to take up drawing again at my age, when I have never made any

pictures except those of the boa constrictor from the outside and the boa

constrictor from the inside, since I was six. I shall certainly try to make my portraits

as true to life as possible. But I am not at all sure of success. One drawing goes

along all right, and another has no resemblance to its subject. I make some errors,

too, in the littl e prince‘s height: in one place he is too tall and in another too

short. And I feel some doubts about the color of his costume. So I fumble along as

best I can, now good, now bad, and I hope generally fair-to-middling.

In certain more important details I shall make mistakes, also. But that is

something that will not be my fault. My friend never explained anything to me. He

thought, perhaps, that I was like himself. But I, alas, do not know how to see sheep

through t he walls of boxes. Perhaps I am a little like the grown-ups. I have had to

grow old

. [ Chapter 5 ]

As each day passed I would learn, in our talk, something about the little

prince‘s planet, his departure from it, his journey. The information would come

very slowly, as it might chance to fall from his thoughts. It was in this way that I

heard, on the third day, about the catastrophe of the baobabs.

This time, once more, I had the sheep to thank for it. For the little prince asked

me abruptly-- as if seized by a grave doubt-- "It is true, isn‘t it, that sheep eat

little bushes?"

"Yes, that is true."

"Ah! I am glad!"

I did not understand why it was so important that sheep should eat little

bushes. But the little prince added:

"Then it follows that they also eat baobabs?"

I pointed out to the little prince that baobabs were not little bushes, but, on

the contrary, trees as big as castles; and that even if he took a whole herd of

elephants away with him, the herd would not eat up one single baobab.

The idea of the herd of elephants made the little prince laugh.

"We would have to put them one on top of the other," he said.

But he made a wise comment:

"Before they grow so big, the baobabs start out by being little."

"That is strictly correct," I said. "But why do you want the sheep to eat the little

baobabs?"

He answered me at once, "Oh, come, come!", as if he were speaking of

something that was self-evident. And I was obliged to make a great mental effort

to solve this problem, without any assistance.

Indeed, as I learned, there were on the planet where the little prince lived-- as

on all planets-- good plants and bad plants. In consequence, there were good

seeds from good plants, and bad seeds from bad plants. But seeds are invisible.

They sleep deep in the heart of the earth‘s darkness, until some one among them

is seized with the desire to awaken. Then this little seed will stretch itself and

begin-- timidly at first-- to push a charming little sprig inoffensively upward

toward the sun. If it is only a sprout of radish or the sprig of a rose-bush, one

would let it grow wherever it might wish. But when it is a bad plant, one must

destroy it as soon as possible, the very first instant that one recognizes it.

Now there were some terrible seeds on the planet that was the home of the

little prince; and these were the seeds of the baobab. The soil of that planet was

infested with them. A baobab is something you will never, never be able to get rid

of if you attend to it too late. It spreads over the entire planet. It bores clear

through it with its roots. And if the planet is too small, and the baobabs are too

many, they split it

"It is a question of discipline," the little prince said to me later on. "When

you‘ve finished your own toilet in the morning, then it is time to attend to the

toilet of your planet, just so, with the greatest care. You must see to it that you pull

up regularly all the baobabs, at the very first moment when they can be

distinguished from the rosebushes which they resemble so closely in their earliest

youth. It is very tedious work," the little prince added, "but very easy."

And one day he said to me: "You ought to make a beautiful drawing, so that

the children where you live can see exactly how all this is. That would be very

useful to them if they were to travel some day. Sometimes," he added, "there is no

harm in putting off a piece of work until another day. But when it is a matter of

baobabs, that always means a catastrophe. I knew a planet that was inhabited by a

lazy man. He neglected three "

So, as the little prince described it to me, I have made a drawing of that planet.

I do not much like to take the tone of a moralist. But the danger of the baobabs is

so little understood, and such considerable risks would be run by anyone who

might get lost on an asteroid, that for once I am breaking through my reserve.

"Children," I say plainly, "watch out for the baobabs!"

My friends, like myself, have been skirting this danger for a long time, without

ever knowing it; and so it is for them that I have worked so hard over this drawing.

The lesson which I pass on by this means is worth all the trouble it has cost me.

Perhaps you will ask me, "Why are there no other drawing in this book as

magnificent and impressive as this drawing of the baobabs?"

The reply is simple. I have tried. But with the others I have not been successful.

When I made the drawing of the baobabs I was carried beyond myself by the

inspiring force of urgent necessity.

[ Chapter 6 ]

Oh, little prince! Bit by bit I came to understand the secrets of your sad little

For a long time you had found your only entertainment in the quiet pleasure

of looking at the sunset. I learned that new detail on the morning of the fourth day,

when you said to me: "I am very fond of sunsets. Come, let us go look at a sunset

now."

"But we must wait," I said.

"Wait? For what?"

"For the sunset. We must wait until it is time."

At first you seemed to be very much surprised. And then you laughed to

yourself. You said to me: "I am always thinking that I am at home!"

Just so. Everybody knows that when it is noon in the United States the sun is

setting over France.

If you could fly to France in one minute, you could go straight into the sunset,

right from noon. Unfortunately, France is too far away for that. But on your tiny

planet, my little prince, all you need do is move your chair a few steps. You can see

the day end and the twilight falling whenever

"One day," you said to me, "I saw the sunset forty-four times!"

And a little later you added:

"You know-- one loves the sunset, when one is "

"Were you so sad, then?" I asked, "on the day of the forty-four sunsets?"

But the little prince made no reply.

[ Chapter 7 ]

On the fifth day-- again, as always, it was thanks to the sheep-- the secret of

the little prince‘s life was revealed to me. Abruptly, without anything to lead up to

it, and as if the question had been born of long and silent meditation on his

problem, he demanded:

"A sheep-- if it eats little bushes, does it eat flowers, too?"

"A sheep," I answered, "eats anything it finds in its reach."

"Even flowers that have thorns?"

"Yes, even flowers that have thorns."

"Then the thorns-- what use are they?"

I did not know. At that moment I was very busy trying to unscrew a bolt that

had got stuck in my engine. I was very much worried, for it was becoming clear to

me that the breakdown of my plane was extremely serious. And I had so little

drinking-water left that I had to fear for the worst.

"The thorns-- what use are they?"

The little prince never let go of a question, once he had asked it. As for me, I

was upset over that bolt. And I answered with the first thing that came into my

head:

"The thorns are of no use at all. Flowers have thorns just for spite!"

"Oh!"

There was a moment of complete silence. Then the little prince flashed back at

me, with a kind of resentfulness:

"I don‘t believe you! Flowers are weak creatures. They are name. They

reassure themselves as best they can. They believe that their thorns are terrible

"

I did not answer. At that instant I was saying to myself: "If this bolt still won‘t

turn, I am going to knock it out with the hammer." Again the little prince disturbed

my thoughts.

"And you actually believe that the flowers--"

"Oh, no!" I cried. "No, no no! I don‘t believe anything. I answered you with

the first thing that came into my head. Don‘t you see-- I am very busy with

matters of consequence!"

He stared at me, thunderstruck.

"Matters of consequence!"

He looked at me there, with my hammer in my hand, my fingers black with

engine-grease, bending down over an object which seemed to him extremely

"You talk just like the grown-ups!"

That made me a little ashamed. But he went on, relentlessly:

"You mix everything You "

He was really very angry. He tossed his golden curls in the breeze.

"I know a planet where there is a certain red-faced gentleman. He has never

smelled a flower. He has never looked at a star. He has never loved any one. He has

never done anything in his life but add up figures. And all day he says over and

over, just like you: ‘I am busy with matters of consequence!‘ And that makes him

swell up with pride. But he is not a man-- he is a mushroom!"

"A what?"

"A mushroom!"

The little prince was now white with rage.

"The flowers have been growing thorns for millions of years. For millions of

years the sheep have been eating them just the same. And is it not a matter of

consequence to try to understand why the flowers go to so much trouble to grow

thorns which are never of any use to them? Is the warfare between the sheep and

the flowers not important? Is this not of more consequence than a fat red-faced

gentleman‘s sums? And if I know-- I, myself-- one flower which is unique in the

world, which grows nowhere but on my planet, but which one little sheep can

destroy in a single bite some morning, without even noticing what he is doing--

Oh! You think that is not important!"

His face turned from white to red as he continued:

"If some one loves a flower, of which just one single blossom grows in all the

millions and millions of stars, it is enough to make him happy just to look at the

stars. He can say to himself, ‘Somewhere, my flower ‘ But if the sheep

eats the flower, in one moment all his stars will And you think that is

not important!"

He could not say anything more. His words were choked by sobbing.

The night had fallen. I had let my tools drop from my hands. Of what moment

now was my hammer, my bolt, or thirst, or death? On one star, one planet, my

planet, the Earth, there was a little prince to be comforted. I took him in my arms,

and rocked him. I said to him:

"The flower that you love is not in danger. I will draw you a muzzle for your

sheep. I will draw you a railing to put around your flower. I will--"

I did not know what to say to him. I felt awkward and blundering. I did not

know how I could reach him, where I could overtake him and go on hand in hand

with him once more.

It is such a secret place, the land of tears.

[ Chapter 8 ]

I soon learned to know this flower better. On the little prince‘s planet the

flowers had always been very simple. They had only one ring of petals; they took

up no room at all; they were a trouble to nobody. One morning they would appear

in the grass, and by night they would have faded peacefully away. But one day,

from a seed blown from no one knew where, a new flower had come up; and the

little prince had watched very closely over this small sprout which was not like any

other small sprouts on his planet. It might, you see, have been a new kind of

baobab.

The shrub soon stopped growing, and began to get ready to produce a flower.

The little prince, who was present at the first appearance of a huge bud, felt at

once that some sort of miraculous apparition must emerge from it. But the flower

was not satisfied to complete the preparations for her beauty in the shelter of her

green chamber. She chose her colours with the greatest care. She adjusted her

petals one by one. She did not wish to go out into the world all rumpled, like the

field poppies. It was only in the full radiance of her beauty that she wished to

appear. Oh, yes! She was a coquettish creature! And her mysterious adornment

lasted for days and days.

Then one morning, exactly at sunrise, she suddenly showed herself.

And, after working with all this painstaking precision, she yawned and said:

"Ah! I am scarcely awake. I beg that you will excuse me. My petals are still all

"

But the little prince could not restrain his admiration:

"Oh! How beautiful you are!"

"Am I not?" the flower responded, sweetly. "And I was born at the same

moment as "

The little prince could guess easily enough that she was not any too modest--

but how moving-- and exciting-- she was!

"I think it is time for breakfast," she added an instant later. "If you would have

the kindness to think of my needs--"

And the little prince, completely abashed, went to look for a sprinkling-can of

fresh water. So, he tended the flower.

So, too, she began very quickly to torment him with her vanity-- which was, if

the truth be known, a little difficult to deal with. One day, for instance, when she

was speaking of her four thorns, she said to the little prince:

"Let the tigers come with their claws!"

"There are no tigers on my planet," the little prince objected. "And, anyway,

tigers do not eat weeds." "I am not a weed," the flower replied, sweetly.

"Please "

"I am not at all afraid of tigers," she went on, "but I have a horror of drafts. I

suppose you wouldn‘t have a screen for me?"

"A horror of drafts-- that is bad luck, for a plant," remarked the little prince,

and added to himself, "This flower is a very "

"At night I want you to put me under a glass globe. It is very cold where you

live. In the place I came from--"

But she interrupted herself at that point. She had come in the form of a seed.

She could not have known anything of any other worlds. Embarassed over having

let herself be caught on the verge of such a na飗e untruth, she coughed two or

three times, in order to put the little prince in the wrong.

"The screen?"

"I was just going to look for it when you spoke "

Then she forced her cough a little more so that he should suffer from remorse

just the same.

So the little prince, in spite of all the good will that was inseparable from his

love, had soon come to doubt her. He had taken seriously words which were

without importance, and it made him very unhappy.

"I ought not to have listened to her," he confided to me one day. "One never

ought to listen to the flowers. One should simply look at them and breathe their

fragrance. Mine perfumed all my planet. But I did not know how to take pleasure in

all her grace. This tale of claws, which disturbed me so much, should only have

filled my heart with tenderness and pity."

And he continued his confidences:

"The fact is that I did not know how to understand anything! I ought to have

judged by deeds and not by words. She cast her fragrance and her radiance over

me. I ought never to have run away I ought to have guessed all the

affection that lay behind her poor little strategems. Flowers are so inconsistent!

But I was too young to know how to "

[ Chapter 9 ]

I believe that for his escape he took advantage of the migration of a flock of

wild birds. On the morning of his departure he put his planet in perfect order. He

carefully cleaned out his active volcanoes. He possessed two active volcanoes; and

they were very convenient for heating his breakfast in the morning. He also had

one volcano that was extinct. But, as he said, "One never knows!" So he cleaned

out the extinct volcano, too. If they are well cleaned out, volcanoes burn slowly and

steadily, without any eruptions. Volcanic eruptions are like fires in a chimney.

On our earth we are obviously much too small to clean out our volcanoes. That

is why they bring no end of trouble upon us.

The little prince also pulled up, with a certain sense of dejection, the last little

shoots of the baobabs. He believed that he would never want to return. But on this

last morning all these familiar tasks seemed very precious to him. And when he

watered the flower for the last time, and prepared to place her under the shelter of

her glass globe, he realised that he was very close to tears.

"Goodbye," he said to the flower.

But she made no answer. "Goodbye," he said again.

The flower coughed. But it was not because she had a cold.

"I have been silly," she said to him, at last. "I ask your forgiveness. Try to be

"

He was surprised by this absence of reproaches. He stood there all bewildered,

the glass globe held arrested in mid-air. He did not understand this quiet

sweetness.

"Of course I love you," the flower said to him. "It is my fault that you have not

known it all the while. That is of no importance. But you-- you have been just as

foolish as I. Try to let the glass globe be. I don‘t want it any more."

"But the wind--"

"My cold is not so bad as the cool night air will do me good. I am a

flower."

"But the animals--"

"Well, I must endure the presence of two or three caterpillars if I wish to

become acquainted with the butterflies. It seems that they are very beautiful. And

if not the butterflies-- and the caterpillars-- who will call upon me? You will be far

as for the large animals-- I am not at all afraid of any of them. I have my

claws."

And, na飗ely, she showed her four thorns. Then she added:

"Don‘t linger like this. You have decided to go away. Now go!"

For she did not want him to see her crying. She was such a

[ Chapter 10 ]

He found himself in the neighborhood of the asteroids 325, 326, 327, 328, 329,

and 330. He began, therefore, by visiting them, in order to add to his knowledge.

The first of them was inhabited by a king. Clad in royal purple and ermine, he

was seated upon a throne which was at the same time both simple and majestic.

"Ah! Here is a subject," exclaimed the king, when he saw the little prince

coming.

And the little prince asked himself:

"How could he recognize me when he had never seen me before?"

He did not know how the world is simplified for kings. To them, all men are

subjects.

"Approach, so that I may see you better," said the king, who felt consumingly

proud of being at last a king over somebody.

The little prince looked everywhere to find a place to sit down; but the entire

planet was crammed and obstructed by the king‘s magnificent ermine robe. So

he remained standing upright, and, since he was tired, he yawned.

"It is contrary to etiquette to yawn in the presence of a king," the monarch said

to him. "I forbid you to do so."

"I can‘t help it. I can‘t stop myself," replied the little prince, thoroughly

embarrassed. "I have come on a long journey, and I have had "

"Ah, then," the king said. "I order you to yawn. It is years since I have seen

anyone yawning. Yawns, to me, are objects of curiosity. Come, now! Yawn again! It

is an order."

"That I cannot, " murmured the little prince, now

completely abashed.

"Hum! Hum!" replied the king. "Then I-- I order you sometimes to yawn and

sometimes to--"

He sputtered a little, and seemed vexed.

For what the king fundamentally insisted upon was that his authority should

be respected. He tolerated no disobedience. He was an absolute monarch. But,

because he was a very good man, he made his orders reasonable.

"If I ordered a general," he would say, by way of example, "if I ordered a

general to change himself into a sea bird, and if the general did not obey me, that

would not be the fault of the general. It would be my fault."

"May I sit down?" came now a timid inquiry from the little prince.

"I order you to do so," the king answered him, and majestically gathered in a

fold of his ermine mantle.

But the little prince The planet was tiny. Over what could this

king really rule?

"Sire," he said to him, "I beg that you will excuse my asking you a question--"

"I order you to ask me a question," the king hastened to assure him.

"Sire-- over what do you rule?"

"Over everything," said the king, with magnificent simplicity.

"Over everything?"

The king made a gesture, which took in his planet, the other planets, and all

the stars.

"Over all that?" asked the little prince. "Over all that," the king answered.

For his rule was not only absolute: it was also universal.

"And the stars obey you?"

"Certainly they do," the king said. "They obey instantly. I do not permit

insubordination."

Such power was a thing for the little prince to marvel at. If he had been master

of such complete authority, he would have been able to watch the sunset, not

forty-four times in one day, but seventy-two, or even a hundred, or even two

hundred times, with out ever having to move his chair. And because he felt a bit

sad as he remembered his little planet which he had forsaken, he plucked up his

courage to ask the king a favor:

"I should like to see do me Order the sun "

"If I ordered a general to fly from one flower to another like a butterfly, or to

write a tragic drama, or to change himself into a sea bird, and if the general did not

carry out the order that he had received, which one of us would be in the wrong?"

the king demanded. "The general, or myself?"

"You," said the little prince firmly.

"Exactly. One much require from each one the duty which each one can

perform," the king went on. "Accepted authority rests first of all on reason. If you

ordered your people to go and throw themselves into the sea, they would rise up

in revolution. I have the right to require obedience because my orders are

reasonable."

"Then my sunset?" the little prince reminded him: for he never forgot a

question once he had asked it.

"You shall have your sunset. I shall command it. But, according to my science

of government, I shall wait until conditions are favorable."

"When will that be?" inquired the little prince.

"Hum! Hum!" replied the king; and before saying anything else he consulted a

bulky almanac. "Hum! Hum! That will be about-- about-- that will be this evening

about twenty minutes to eight. And you will see how well I am obeyed."

The little prince yawned. He was regretting his lost sunset. And then, too, he

was already beginning to be a little bored.

"I have nothing more to do here," he said to the king. "So I shall set out on my

way again."

"Do not go," said the king, who was very proud of having a subject. "Do not go.

I will make you a Minister!"

"Minister of what?"

"Minster of-- of Justice!"

"But there is nobody here to judge!"

"We do not know that," the king said to him. "I have not yet made a complete

tour of my kingdom. I am very old. There is no room here for a carriage. And it tires

me to walk."

"Oh, but I have looked already!" said the little prince, turning around to give

one more glance to the other side of the planet. On that side, as on this, there was

nobody

"Then you shall judge yourself," the king answered. "that is the most difficult

thing of all. It is much more difficult to judge oneself than to judge others. If you

succeed in judging yourself rightly, then you are indeed a man of true wisdom."

"Yes," said the little prince, "but I can judge myself anywhere. I do not need to

live on this planet.

"Hum! Hum!" said the king. "I have good reason to believe that somewhere on

my planet there is an old rat. I hear him at night. You can judge this old rat. From

time to time you will condemn him to death. Thus his life will depend on your

justice. But you will pardon him on each occasion; for he must be treated thriftily.

He is the only one we have."

"I," replied the little prince, "do not like to condemn anyone to death. And now

I think I will go on my way."

"No," said the king.

But the little prince, having now completed his preparations for departure, had

no wish to grieve the old monarch.

"If Your Majesty wishes to be promptly obeyed," he said, "he should be able to

give me a reasonable order. He should be able, for example, to order me to be

gone by the end of one minute. It seems to me that conditions "

As the king made no answer, the little prince hesitated a moment. Then, with a

sigh, he took his leave.

"I made you my Ambassador," the king called out, hastily.

He had a magnificent air of authority.

"The grown-ups are very strange," the little prince said to himself, as he

continued on his journey.

[ Chapter 11 ]

The second planet was inhabited by a conceited man.

"Ah! Ah! I am about to receive a visit from an admirer!" he exclaimed from afar,

when he first saw the little prince coming.

For, to conceited men, all other men are admirers.

"Good morning," said the little prince. "That is a queer hat you are wearing."

"It is a hat for salutes," the conceited man replied. "It is to raise in salute when

people acclaim me. Unfortunately, nobody at all ever passes this way."

"Yes?" said the little prince, who did not understand what the conceited man

was talking about.

"Clap your hands, one against the other," the conceited man now directed

him.

The little prince clapped his hands. The conceited man raised his hat in a

modest salute.

"This is more entertaining than the visit to the king," the little prince said to

himself. And he began again to clap his hands, one against the other. The

conceited man against raised his hat in salute.

After five minutes of this exercise the little prince grew tired of the game‘s

monotony.

"And what should one do to make the hat come down?" he asked.

But the conceited man did not hear him. Conceited people never hear

anything but praise.

"Do you really admire me very much?" he demanded of the little prince.

"What does that mean-- ‘admire‘?"

"To admire mean that you regard me as the handsomest, the best-dressed, the

richest, and the most intelligent man on this planet."

"But you are the only man on your planet!"

"Do me this kindness. Admire me just the same."

"I admire you," said the little prince, shrugging his shoulders slightly, "but

what is there in that to interest you so much?"

And the little prince went away.

"The grown-ups are certainly very odd," he said to himself, as he continued on

his journey.

[ Chapter 12 ]

The next planet was inhabited by a tippler. This was a very short visit, but it

plunged the little prince into deep dejection.

"What are you doing there?" he said to the tippler, whom he found settled

down in silence before a collection of empty bottles and also a collection of full

bottles.

"I am drinking," replied the tippler, with a lugubrious air.

"Why are you drinking?" demanded the little prince.

"So that I may forget," replied the tippler.

"Forget what?" inquired the little prince, who already was sorry for him.

"Forget that I am ashamed," the tippler confessed, hanging his head.

"Ashamed of what?" insisted the little prince, who wanted to help him.

"Ashamed of drinking!" The tippler brought his speech to an end, and shut

himself up in an impregnable silence.

And the little prince went away, puzzled.

"The grown-ups are certainly very, very odd," he said to himself, as he

continued on his journey

[ Chapter 13 ]

The fourth planet belonged to a businessman. This man was so much

occupied that he did not even raise his head at the little prince‘s arrival.

"Good morning," the little prince said to him. "Your cigarette has gone out."

"Three and two make five. Five and seven make twelve. Twelve and three make

fifteen. Good morning. Fifteen and seven make twenty-two. Twenty-two and six

make twenty-eight. I haven‘t time to light it again. Twenty-six and five make

thirty-one. Phew! Then that makes five-hundred-and-one-million,

six-hundred-twenty-two-thousand, seven-hundred-thirty-one."

"Five hundred million what?" asked the little prince.

"Eh? Are you still there? Five-hundred-and-one million-- I can‘ I have

so much to do! I am concerned with matters of consequence. I don‘t amuse

myself with balderdash. Two and five "

"Five-hundred-and-one million what?" repeated the little prince, who never in

his life had let go of a question once he had asked it.

The businessman raised his head.

"During the fifty-four years that I have inhabited this planet, I have been

disturbed only three times. The first time was twenty-two years ago, when some

giddy goose fell from goodness knows where. He made the most frightful noise

that resounded all over the place, and I made four mistakes in my addition. The

second time, eleven years ago, I was disturbed by an attack of rheumatism. I

don‘t get enough exercise. I have no time for loafing. The third time-- well, this is

it! I was saying, then, five -hundred-and-one millions--"

"Millions of what?"

The businessman suddenly realized that there was no hope of being left in

peace until he answered this question.

"Millions of those little objects," he said, "which one sometimes sees in the

sky."

"Flies?"

"Oh, no. Little glittering objects."

"Bees?"

"Oh, no. Little golden objects that set lazy men to idle dreaming. As for me, I

am concerned with matters of consequence. There is no time for idle dreaming in

my life."

"Ah! You mean the stars?"

"Yes, that‘s it. The stars."

"And what do you do with five-hundred millions of stars?"

"Five-hundred-and-one million, six-hundred-twenty-two thousand,

seven-hundred-thirty-one. I am concerned with matters of consequence: I am

accurate."

"And what do you do with these stars?"

"What do I do with them?"

"Yes."

"Nothing. I own them."

"You own the stars?"

"Yes."

"But I have already seen a king who--"

"Kings do not own, they reign over. It is a very different matter."

"And what good does it do you to own the stars?"

"It does me the good of making me rich."

"And what good does it do you to be rich?"

"It makes it possible for me to buy more stars, if any are ever discovered."

"This man," the little prince said to himself, "reasons a little like my poor

"

Nevertheless, he still had some more questions.

"How is it possible for one to own the stars?"

"To whom do they belong?" the businessman retorted, peevishly.

"I don‘t know. To nobody."

"Then they belong to me, because I was the first person to think of it."

"Is that all that is necessary?"

"Certainly. When you find a diamond that belongs to nobody, it is yours. When

you discover an island that belongs to nobody, it is yours. When you get an idea

before any one else, you take out a patent on it: it is yours. So with me: I own the

stars, because nobody else before me ever thought of owning them."

"Yes, that is true," said the little prince. "And what do you do with them?"

"I administer them," replied the businessman. "I count them and recount them.

It is difficult. But I am a man who is naturally interested in matters of

consequence."

The little prince was still not satisfied.

"If I owned a silk scarf," he said, "I could put it around my neck and take it away

with me. If I owned a flower, I could pluck that flower and take it away with me. But

you cannot pluck the stars "

"No. But I can put them in the bank."

"Whatever does that mean?"

"That means that I write the number of my stars on a little paper. And then I

put this paper in a drawer and lock it with a key."

"And that is all?"

"That is enough," said the businessman.

"It is entertaining," thought the little prince. "It is rather poetic. But it is of no

great consequence."

On matters of consequence, the little prince had ideas which were very

different from those of the grown-ups.

"I myself own a flower," he continued his conversation with the businessman,

"which I water every day. I own three volcanoes, which I clean out every week (for I

also clean out the one that is extinct; one never knows). It is of some use to my

volcanoes, and it is of some use to my flower, that I own them. But you are of no

use to "

The businessman opened his mouth, but he found nothing to say in answer.

And the little prince went away.

"The grown-ups are certainly altogether extraordinary," he said simply, talking

to himself as he continued on his journey.

[Chapter 14 ]

The fifth planet was very strange. It was the smallest of all. There was just

enough room on it for a street lamp and a lamplighter. The little prince was not

able to reach any explanation of the use of a street lamp and a lamplighter,

somewhere in the heavens, on a planet which had no people, and not one house.

But he said to himself, nevertheless:

"It may well be that this man is absurd. But he is not so absurd as the king, the

conceited man, the businessman, and the tippler. For at least his work has some

meaning. When he lights his street lamp, it is as if he brought one more star to life,

or one flower. When he puts out his lamp, he sends the flower, or the star, to sleep.

That is a beautiful occupation. And since it is beautiful, it is truly useful."

When he arrived on the planet he respectfully saluted the lamplighter.

"Good morning. Why have you just put out your lamp?"

"Those are the orders," replied the lamplighter. "Good morning."

"What are the orders?"

"The orders are that I put out my lamp. Good evening."

And he lighted his lamp again.

"But why have you just lighted it again?"

"Those are the orders," replied the lamplighter.

"I do not understand," said the little prince.

"There is nothing to understand," said the lamplighter. "Orders are orders.

Good morning."

And he put out his lamp.

Then he mopped his forehead with a handkerchief decorated with red squares.

"I follow a terrible profession. In the old days it was reasonable. I put the lamp

out in the morning, and in the evening I lighted it again. I had the rest of the day

for relaxation and the rest of the night for sleep."

"And the orders have been changed since that time?"

"The orders have not been changed," said the lamplighter. "That is the tragedy!

From year to year the planet has turned more rapidly and the orders have not been

changed!"

"Then what?" asked the little prince.

"Then-- the planet now makes a complete turn every minute, and I no longer

have a single second for repose. Once every minute I have to light my lamp and

put it out!"

"That is very funny! A day lasts only one minute, here where you live!"

"It is not funny at all!" said the lamplighter. "While we have been talking

together a month has gone by."

"A month?"

"Yes, a month. Thirty minutes. Thirty days. Good evening."

And he lighted his lamp again.

As the little prince watched him, he felt that he loved this lamplighter who was

so faithful to his orders. He remembered the sunsets which he himself had gone to

seek, in other days, merely by pulling up his chair; and he wanted to help his

friend.

"You know," he said, "I can tell you a way you can rest whenever you "

"I always want to rest," said the lamplighter.

For it is possible for a man to be faithful and lazy at the same time.

The little prince went on with his explanation:

"Your planet is so small that three strides will take you all the way around it. To

be always in the sunshine, you need only walk along rather slowly. When you want

to rest, you will walk-- and the day will last as long as you like."

"That doesn‘t do me much good," said the lamplighter. "The one thing I love

in life is to sleep."

"Then you‘re unlucky," said the little prince.

"I am unlucky," said the lamplighter. "Good morning."

And he put out his lamp.

"That man," said the little prince to himself, as he continued farther on his

journey, "that man would be scorned by all the others: by the king, by the

conceited man, by the tippler, by the businessman. Nevertheless he is the only one

of them all who does not seem to me ridiculous. Perhaps that is because he is

thinking of something else besides himself."

He breathed a sigh of regret, and said to himself, again:

"That man is the only one of them all whom I could have made my friend. But

his planet is indeed too small. There is no room on it for "

What the little prince did not dare confess was that he was sorry most of all to

leave this planet, because it was blest every day with 1440 sunsets!

[ Chapter 15 ]

The sixth planet was ten times larger than the last one. It was inhabited by an

old gentleman who wrote voluminous books.

"Oh, look! Here is an explorer!" he exclaimed to himself when he saw the little

prince coming.

The little prince sat down on the table and panted a little. He had already

traveled so much and so far!

"Where do you come from?" the old gentleman said to him.

"What is that big book?" said the little prince. "What are you doing?"

"I am a geographer," the old gentleman said to him.

"What is a geographer?" asked the little prince.

"A geographer is a scholar who knows the location of all the seas, rivers, towns,

mountains, and deserts."

"That is very interesting," said the little prince. "Here at last is a man who has a

real profession!" And he cast a look around him at the planet of the geographer. It

was the most magnificent and stately planet that he had ever seen.

"Your planet is very beautiful," he said. "Has it any oceans?"

"I couldn‘t tell you," said the geographer.

"Ah!" The little prince was disappointed. "Has it any mountains?"

"I couldn‘t tell you," said the geographer.

"And towns, and rivers, and deserts?"

"I couldn‘t tell you that, either."

"But you are a geographer!"

"Exactly," the geographer said. "But I am not an explorer. I haven‘t a single

explorer on my planet. It is not the geographer who goes out to count the towns,

the rivers, the mountains, the seas, the oceans, and the deserts. The geographer is

much too important to go loafing about. He does not leave his desk. But he

receives the explorers in his study. He asks them questions, and he notes down

what they recall of their travels. And if the recollections of any one among them

seem interesting to him, the geographer orders an inquiry into that explorer‘s

moral character."

"Why is that?"

"Because an explorer who told lies would bring disaster on the books of the

geographer. So would an explorer who drank too much."

"Why is that?" asked the little prince.

"Because intoxicated men see double. Then the geographer would note down

two mountains in a place where there was only one."

"I know some one," said the little prince, "who would make a bad explorer."

"That is possible. Then, when the moral character of the explorer is shown to

be good, an inquiry is ordered into his discovery."

"One goes to see it?"

"No. That would be too complicated. But one requires the explorer to furnish

proofs. For example, if the discovery in question is that of a large mountain, one

requires that large stones be brought back from it."

The geographer was suddenly stirred to excitement.

"But you-- you come from far away! You are an explorer! You shall describe

your planet to me!"

And, having opened his big register, the geographer sharpened his pencil. The

recitals of explorers are put down first in pencil. One waits until the explorer has

furnished proofs, before putting them down in ink.

"Well?" said the geographer expectantly.

"Oh, where I live," said the little prince, "it is not very interesting. It is all so

small. I have three volcanoes. Two volcanoes are active and the other is extinct. But

one never knows."

"One never knows," said the geographer.

"I have also a flower."

"We do not record flowers," said the geographer.

"Why is that? The flower is the most beautiful thing on my planet!"

"We do not record them," said the geographer, "because they are ephemeral."

"What does that mean-- ‘ephemeral‘?"

"Geographies," said the geographer, "are the books which, of all books, are

most concerned with matters of consequence. They never become old-fashioned.

It is very rarely that a mountain changes its position. It is very rarely that an ocean

empties itself of its waters. We write of eternal things."

"But extinct volcanoes may come to life again," the little prince interrupted.

"What does that mean-- ‘ephemeral‘?"

"Whether volcanoes are extinct or alive, it comes to the same thing for us,"

said the geographer. "The thing that matters to us is the mountain. It does not

change."

"But what does that mean-- ‘ephemeral‘?" repeated the little prince, who

never in his life had let go of a question, once he had asked it.

"It means, ‘which is in danger of speedy disappearance.‘"

"Is my flower in danger of speedy disappearance?"

"Certainly it is."

"My flower is ephemeral," the little prince said to himself, "and she has only

four thorns to defend herself against the world. And I have left her on my planet,

all alone!"

That was his first moment of regret. But he took courage once more.

"What place would you advise me to visit now?" he asked.

"The planet Earth," replied the geographer. "It has a good reputation."

And the little prince went away, thinking of his flower.

《女人领地》(In The Land Of Women)台词

Let's be honest with ourselvers. 我们各自开诚布公吧。

I care about you. 我在乎你。

You have to say something. 你得说点什么。

I don't know what's gonna happen. 我不知道会发生什么。

What are you doing here? 你在这有事吗？

Are you kidding me? 你在跟我开玩笑吧？

How are you doing? 你还好吗？

Are you all right? 你没事吧？

You will be all right. 你会没事的。

Are you going out tonight? 你今晚要出去吗？

It's friday night. 这是周五晚上。

Shut up. 闭嘴。

Whatever,be that way. 随便你吧。

How was your day? 今天怎么样？

What's up? 有什么事？

Nothing. 没事。

Can it wait,cause there's some stuff I gotta get done？

先弄下。

能等会吗？我有点事情要

Why? 为什么？

We don't know anything yet. 我们还不知道什么呢。

It's very possible that it could be nothing. And even if it It still

It just could be nothing. 很有可能什么事都没有，就算有点什么，仍然可能什

么事都没有。

I should come with you. 我得跟你一起去。

Everything's gonna be all right, really. 一切都会没事的，真的。

Do you think I can come inside? 我能进来吗？

Can you cook? 你会煮饭吗？

A little. 一点点。

Really? 真的吗？

I guess we'll see. 到时候再看吧。

喂(接电话)……

Hey, I'm here. 我在这。

Thank god. 谢天谢地。

This is the worst idea you have ever had in your life. 这是你有史以来最烂的主意

了。

I know. You've mentioned that several times. 我知道，你已经说过很多次了。

Ok,I'm coming. 好吧，我这就过来。

Listen,let's just give it a try,okay? 听着，我们试试，好吗？

Someone is calling for you. 有人打电话找你。

I have my ways. 我自有办法。

Listen,we have an emergency. We gotta talk now. 听着，有紧急情况，我们得谈

谈。

What is the matter with you? 你怎么回事？

I'll call you later. 我等会打给你。

We're being funny now? 我们是在开玩笑吗？

You'll get over it. 你会克服过去的。

Where (are) you from? 你从哪里来？

I was there once, a long time ago. 我很久之前去过那里。

Oh,I like it,I like it very much. 恩，我喜欢，我非常喜欢它。

I appreciate that. 谢谢。

Beautiful night. 很美的夜。

How is it going? 你好吗？

Thank you so much. 真是谢谢你。

This might sound a little 这可能听起来有点怪怪的……

Great! Really? 太棒了！真的？

Just give me one minute. 稍等我一下。

Come on, I didn't, I din't mean it like that. 得了，我不是这个意思。

I know what you meant. 我知道你的意思。

Maybe I could be doing more. 也许我能做得更多。

Oh,shit 噢，该死！

You're gonna be all right. 你会没事的。

I don't know. Do you maybe wanna do this again, like 不知你是

否下次也想这样，或许，比如明天或？

Don't worry about it. 别担心，别介意。

I can't talk about this anymore. 我不想再谈这个了。

Forget it. 算了吧。

We deal with it together. 我们一起面对它。

What? 怎么啦？

I'm just curious. 我只是好奇。

Maybe you could try it. 也许你可以试试。

You know what? 你知道吗？

It's cool. 没事。

I love it. 我很喜欢！

How did you know about that? 你怎么知道那些的？

That's a really good question. 这个问题问得真好。

That's so important. 那很重要的。

Hey,how you doing? 嘿，你还好吗？

I don't know. 我不知道。

All right. 好吧。

What is it? 怎么了？

Take a look. 看一看。

It's better that way. 这样比较恰当。

Do it. 去吧。

You have to do it. 你必须这样。

Somebody better tell me what's going on here. 哪位最好说一下发生了什么事。

You know what? 知道吗？

It'll be good. 没关系的。

Are you scared? 你害怕吗？

Sometimes. 有时。

Are you serious? 你说真的吗？

I felt bad about it. 我（当时）感到很不好受。

I just needed to know. 我只是需要知道。

Are you gonna be ok? 你会没事的吗？

What's going on? 怎么啦？

There's something I wanna show you? 给你看点东西。

I didn't do anything about it. 我什么也没做。

I'm making an exception. 我破例一次。

Ok, you go first. 好，你先来。

I was just 我刚是想说……

What were you gonna say? 你刚想说什么？

It's me. 是我。

It' pretty important. 这事很重要。

I was thinking we could get something to eat first. 我在想咱们是不是先吃点东

西。

You enjoy pizza? 你喜欢批萨吗？

Are you kiding? 你在看玩笑吧？

She's phenomenal. 她太了不起了！

I'm gonna go to the bathroom. 我要去趟洗手间。

Get ahold of yourself. 控制住你自己。

You are a man. 你是个男人。

You're not weak. 你不软弱。

You're not pathetic. 你不可悲。

Deal with it and move on. 搞定它，向前看。

I know you. 我认识你。

Like what? 比如说呢？

Are you serious? 你说真的吗？

Sort of. 差不多。（同kind of）

Why you telling me this? 你为什么告诉我这个？

What's your problem? 你有什么心事（问题）？

You'll get over that. 你会度过去的。

Trust me. 相信我。

It's not gonna happen. 这种事是不会发生的。

I hate to be the one to have to tell you this. 我真不想这么跟你说。

Would you stop saying that? 你能不能不要再这么说了？

You wanna see it? 你想看看吗？

Let me explain something to you. 让我跟你解释点事情。

Look at me. 看着我。

Listen to me. 听我说。

Let's never talk about that. 我不想再谈这件事情。

Done! 就这么定了！

It's good to see you. 很高兴看到你。

Look fantastic! 看起来很棒！

You're a rock star. 你就是个耀眼明星。

Come with me. 跟我一块来。

Hey,how is going? 嘿，你好吗？

Are you there? 你在听吗？

Hey,how are you? 嘿，你好吗？

It's your mistake. 是你的错。

What's wrong with you? 你怎么回事？

How was it for you? 感觉如何？

I was just so humiliated. 我很受羞辱。

It's my fault. 是我的错。

I'm responsible. 我来负责。

What is it with you? 你是怎么了？

Pretty much. 没错。

Who? 谁？

What's wrong with you? 你怎么回事？

Yeah, you're probably right. 是的，你应该没错。

You know what? 你知道吗？

It's not going well. 进展得并不好。

So stop complaining. 所以别抱怨了。

We should talk. 我们得谈谈。

I'll make mistakes, of course. 我当然会犯错……

Do you maybe want to go for a walk or something? 你想一起走走吗，还是？

I'll see you around. 回头见。

So close. 就差一点了。

What happened? 怎么回事呢？

What's it about? 是关于什么的？

(Do you have)Any ideas for me? 你能给我提点建议吗？

That's nice. 那很好啊！

I got no ideas. 我没什么建议。

That's so disappointing. 真令人失望啊。

Very nice to meet you. 见到你很高兴。

Terrific! 好极了！