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《巴顿将军》精彩对白

2006-01-19 21:20阅读：

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精彩对白：
  1. Brigadier General Hobart Carver: Patton?
  2. Capt. Oskar Steiger : The pure warrior... a magnificent anachronism.
  3. Clergyman : I was interested to see a Bible by your bed. You actually find time to read it?
  4. Col. Gen. Alfred Jodl : In 15 minutes, we meet with the fuehrer. He will want to know how you will deal with Patton's forces.
  5. Cook: But sir, it's only a quarter TIL eight.
  6. Cook: Leggings? Oh hell, General sir, I'm a cook.
  7. Cook: Uh, well, we're open from six to eight. Most of the men are just coming in now.
Cook: Up bright and early, General? Uh, breakfast?
  • Doctor: I can't wear my helmet and use a stethoscope.
  • Field Marshal Erwin Rommel : You can afford to be an optimist. I can't.
  • Field Marshal Sir Bernard Law Montgomery : Don't smirk Patton. I shan't kiss you.
  • General Alfred Jodl : This is the end... the end.
  • General Omar Bradley: Possibly.
  • General Omar Bradley: What we really need is... someone tough enough to really pull this outfit together.
  • General Omar N. Bradley : There's one big difference between you and me, George. I do this job because I've been trained to do it. You do it because you LOVE it.
  • Lt. Col. Charles R. Codman : You know General, sometimes the men don't know when you're acting.
  • Moroccan Minister : [Morroccan Minister speaking to Patton,in presenting award, immediately after placing medal around Patton's neck] The lions in their den's tremble at his approach.
  • Patton : 'Despicable'. That's the first time anyone's ever applied that word to me.
  • Patton : Am I to understand that my officers have already finished eating?
  • Patton : Berlin. I'm going to personally shoot that paper-hangin' sonofabitch.
  • Patton : For over a thousand years, Roman conquerors returning from the wars enjoyed the honor of a triumph - a tumultuous parade. In the procession came trumpeters and musicians and strange animals from the conquered territories, together with carts laden with treasure and captured armaments. The conqueror rode in a triumphal chariot, the dazed prisoners walking in chains before him. Sometimes his children, robed in white, stood with him in the chariot, or rode the trace horses. A slave stood behind the conqueror, holding a golden crown, and whispering in his ear a warning: that all glory is fleeting.
  • Patton : From now on, you will open at six, and no man will be admitted after six-fifteen. Where are your leggings?
  • Patton : I don't know why, but the image of a bullet coming straight for my nose was more horrifying than anything else.
  • Patton : I sure do. Every goddamn day.
  • Patton : I'm not going to subsidize cowardice.
  • Patton : I'Ve Always felt that I was destined for some great achievement, what I don't know.
  • Patton : In about fifteen minutes, we're going to start turning these boys into fanatics - razors. They'll lose their fear of the Germans. I only hope to God they never lose their fear of me.
  • Patton : In ten days I'll have a war on with those Communist bastards, and I'll make it look like THEIR fault.
  • Patton : It's not important for them to know. It's only important for me to know.
  • Patton : Now I want you to remember that no bastard ever won a war by dying for his country. He won it by making the other poor dumb bastard die for his country.
  • Patton : Now there's another thing I want you to remember. I don't want to get any messages saying that we are holding our position. We're not holding anything. Let the Hun do that. We are advancing constantly and we're not interested in holding onto anything except the enemy. We're going to hold onto him by the nose and we're going to kick him in the ass. We're going to kick the hell out of him all the time and we're going to go through him like crap through a goose.
  • Patton : Pity. 'cause I shaved very close this morning in preparation for getting smacked by you.
  • Patton : Please inform these men that the mess hall is closed.
  • Patton : Rommel, you magnificent bastard. I read your book.
  • Patton : Shut up. I won't have a yellow bastard sitting here crying in front of these brave men who've been wounded in battle. SHUT UP.
  • Patton : The bilious bastards who came up with that stuff about individuality know as much about battle as they do about fornicating.
  • Patton : The Carthaginians defending the city were attacked by three Roman legions. The Carthaginians were proud and brave but they couldn't hold. They were massacred. Arab women stripped them of their tunics and their swords and lances. The soldiers lay naked in the sun. Two thousand years ago. I was here.
  • Patton : The last great opportunity of a lifetime- an ENTIRE WORLD, AT WAR, AND I'M LEFT OUT OF IT? GOD will not permit this to happen- I will be ALLOWED, to FULLFILL MY DESTINY. His will be done.
  • Patton : The Nazis are the enemy. Wade into them. Spill *their* blood. Shoot *them* in the belly.
  • Patton : There's only one proper way for a professional soldier to die: the last bullet of the last battle of the last war.
  • Patton : They will get some education in about 10 seconds when they get a dose of our artillery fire.
  • Patton : They're ivory. Only a pimp from a cheap New Orleans whorehouse would carry a pearl-handled pistol.
  • Patton : Thirty years from now, when you're sitting around your fireside with your grandson on your knee and he asks you, 'What did you do in the great World War II,' you won't have to say, 'Well... I shoveled shit in Louisiana.'
  • Patton : This is a barracks; it's not a bordello.
  • Patton : We're gonna keep fighting. Is that CLEAR? We're gonna attack all night we're gonna attack the next morning. If we're not VICTORIOUS. Let no man come back alive.
  • Patton : Well, I am my favorite General. I don't want to be told that some second stringer is up against me. Then I lose face.
  • Patton : Well, then cut two holes in your helmet and see that you can.
  • Patton : Were not just going to shoot the bastards, were going to cut out their living guts and use them to grease the treads on our tanks.
  • Patton : When we took Palermo they called me a hero, said I was the greatest general that ever lived.
  • Patton : When you put your hand into a bunch of goo that a moment before was your best friend's face, you'll know what to do.
  • Patton : You want to know why this outfit got the hell kicked out of it? A blind man could spot it. They don't act like soldiers; they don't look like soldiers; why should they be expected to fight like soldiers?
  • Patton : You're a soldier. Twenty dollar fine. (Two more soldiers enter the mess hall. Patton looks them over) Gentlemen, from this moment, any soldier without leggings, without a helmet, without a tie, any man with unshined shoes or a soiled uniform... is going to be skinned.
  • Patton : Your *nerves*? Why hell, you're just a goddamn coward.
  • Patton : [apologizing to his troops after the 'slapping' incident] I assure you I meant neither harm nor malice to the soldier in question. My sole intention was to restore in him some sense of appreciation for his duties as a man and a soldier. 'If one could shame a coward,' I felt, 'one might help him to gain his self-respect.' This was on my mind. Now, I freely admit my method was wrong. But I hope you can understand my motive, and accept this apology.
  • Sgt. William Meeks : Yes, Sir.
  • Soldier Who Gets Slapped : It's my nerves, sir. I just can't stand the shelling anymore.
  • Soldier: They haven't spotted our positions yet.
  • Soldier: Where ya goin', General?
  • [About his pistol grips]
  • [as the British parade into Messina]
  • [Indicates two soldiers who enter the mess hall]
  • [long pause]
  • [Outmaneuvering Rommel]
  • [slaps him again]
  • [slaps him]
  • [Visiting an ancient battlefield]
  • [winks]

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