Big: Hello.
Carrie: Hey. It’s just me. Big: So, how are ya?
Carrie: Just got back from a funeral. Big: oh you thought of me. I
am flattered.
Carrie: Listen. Do you want to have dinner some time? Big: I’d like
to have dinner any old time. Who am I having dinner with?
Carrie: Me. Big: You know in that case, I’d better check my
book.
Carrie: I’m hanging up now. Big: Fine. Saturday, 8 o’clock,
Roberto’s. Be there or be square.
Carrie: God, you are old! Carrie: It was so easy. Just like that, I
had made a Saturday night date with Big. In under 30 seconds, we
had resuscitated a relationship that had taken six mo
nths to die.
Clip2:
Carrie: Damn. Hey, do you have a spare tooth brush I could
use?
Big: a spare tooth brush? Carrie: Well, I’ll bring you a new
one.
Big: Excuse me. Carrie: There’s only one pink brush head, and Big
was giving his to me. It was the single most encouraging moment so
far in our relationship.
Clip3:
Big: Carrie, this is Paolo. Paolo, this is my girlfriend, Carrie.
Bread?
Carrie: You’ve never called me your girlfriend before. Sure I have.
Just not to your face.
Clip4:
Big: I’d like to dedicate this song to the lovely lady sitting
right over there.
Clip5:
It was perfect. I felt like I was in heaven.
下面的视频是由原唱者Frank Sinatra演唱的Big唱的那首歌It was a very good
year.这首歌挺适合学唱的，因为旋律简单优美，演唱者吐词极其清楚，有助于大家练习语音。
以下是Big唱的那首歌It was a very good
year的歌词：
When I was seventeen
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for small town girls
And soft summer nights
We'd hide from the lights
On the village green
When I was seventeen
When I was twenty-one
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for city girls
Who lived up the stair
With all that perfumed hair
And it came undone
When I was twenty-one
When I was thirty-five
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls
Of independent means
We'd ride in limousines
Their chauffeurs would drive
When I was thirty-five
But now the days grow short
I'm in the autumn of the year
And now I think of my life as vintage wine
From fine old kegs
From the brim to the dregs
And it poured sweet and clear
It was a very good year
It was a mess of good years
