情挑六月花

[Beep]

 
                   
Maxie, it's Neil.
Don't forget the burgers, pal.

 
                   
Corner of Olive and 18th.
It'll be ready at 7:30.

 
                   
Yee-hah!

 
                   
[Beep beep beep]

 
                   
[Telephone rings]

 
                   
[Ring]

 
                   
[Beep]

 
                   
Hello. It's your mother.

  
                   
Don't forget tomorrow
we visit Janey.

  
                   
You'll pick me up
at the store at : .

  
                   
Hello?

  
                   
[Door closes]

  
                   
Hello?

  
                   
MAN: All right!

  
                   
[Music playing]

  
                   
Max!

  
                   
Ha ha ha!

  
                   
Max! Max is here!

  
                   
White Palace burgers!

  
                   
Hi. What are you drinking?

  
                   
Soda.

  
                   
It's a bachelor party.
I'm getting married.

  
                   
Oh! Oh!

  
                   
WOMAN: Hey, what about me?
I want one.

  
                   
Aah!

  
                   
Hey, Max, some of these boxes
are empty, man.

  
                   
What?

  
                   
Son of a bitch.
Look at this.

  
                   
I got three... four of them.

  
                   
How could they be empty?

  
                   
What's that? Five?

  
                   
I got six, six empty boxes.

  
                   
Shit. I should've
counted them. Sorry.

  
                   
Come on.
It's a -cent burger.

  
                   
I'm going back.
You want burgers or money?

  
                   
- Are you crazy?
- What's he talking about?

  
                   
What's the matter with you?
We're having a party!

  
                   
We've been crapped on, Neil.

  
                   
What is the trouble?

  
                   
The trouble is you don't
give a damn about principle.

  
                   
Are you kidding?
I'm a lawyer.

  
                   
MAN: Hey! Hey! Hey!

  
                   
- Excuse me.
- End of the line's over there.

  
                   
- I'm not buying anything.
- Get in line, Fred.

  
                   
Look inside the sack, please.

  
                   
When it's your turn.
$ . .

  
                   
I don't think
I need to get in line.

  
                   
I already was in line.

  
                   
I bought 50 burgers.
You only gave me 44

  
                   
so I don't think
I have to wait.

  
                   
- Is that so?
- That is so.

  
                   
Look. Six empties.
I want my money back.

  
                   
And how do I know you didn't
gobble up those burgers?

  
                   
Because I don't gobble
and I don't lie.

  
                   
You gave me six empty boxes.

  
                   
I bought 50 burgers.
You gave me .

  
                   
Do I get my money back
or go to the manager?

  
                   
Smell the boxes. Here.

  
                   
If there had been
White Palaces inside,

  
                   
the boxes would stink,
wouldn't they?

  
                   
Honey, my nose is so full
of White Palaces,

  
                   
I couldn't smell one
shoved in my face.

  
                   
Yo, buddy, I'd like
to get my hamburgers.

  
                   
Will you leave
Mr. Astaire alone?

  
                   
He's trying to report
a robbery here.

  
                   
Thank you.

  
                   
Next.

  
                   
Whoa!

  
                   
Are you Jewish?
I'm just guessing.

  
                   
Hey! It's Honest Abe!

  
                   
I got the money back, Neil.

  
                   
You'll need it for therapy.
You're a nutcase.

  
                   
Ladies and gentlemen,

  
                   
may I introduce...

  
                   
the future Mrs. Neil Horowitz?

  
                   
Yay!

  
                   
Ow!

  
                   
Damn. She is fat.

  
                   
She is always
going to be fat,

  
                   
but she's
a very sweet woman.

  
                   
Oh! Max, look.

  
                   
It's you.

  
                   
Hey, Max with the fiddle.
You were good, man.

  
                   
You were good.

  
                   
Max!

  
                   
It's the fiddler.

  
                   
Oh, Stravinsky.

  
                   
What's next?

  
                   
Who is that?

  
                   
Is that Margie Brown?

  
                   
NEIL: No. It's Janey.

  
                   
Look how young she is.

  
                   
When did you start going out
with her? Kindergarten?

  
                   
Something like that. Yeah.

  
                   
NEIL: She was beautiful.

  
                   
Klugman, what else you got
back there, huh?

  
                   
Larry.

  
                   
Come on. Come on!

   
                   
LARRY: It's stuck.
Give me a second.

   
                   
Could somebody flip
the light switch?

   
                   
NEIL: Max, have
another scotch, buddy.

   
                   
Let's see.
Who wants another one?

   
                   
You're turning into the crazy
old woman from Dickens,

   
                   
the one who sits around
in her wedding dress

   
                   
cherishing
her fucking grief.

   
                   
Havisham.

   
                   
Yeah. That's who
you're turning into.

   
                   
When's the last time
you had a date?

   
                   
What if I told you...

   
                   
I wasn't interested
in getting laid right now?

   
                   
Interest in getting laid
is the human condition,

   
                   
for Christ's sakes, Max.

   
                   
It's all around you.

   
                   
Heidi Solomon.

   
                   
Oh, please.

   
                   
She salivates
over you every day.

   
                   
Rita Fishman... she's gorgeous.

   
                   
She would sleep...

   
                   
If I choose
to be celibate,

   
                   
that's not your business.

   
                   
This isn't celibacy
we're talking about.

   
                   
It's fucking necrophilia.

   
                   
Good night, Neil.

   
                   
- Great party.
- Yeah. Thanks. Thanks, Max.

   
                   
You're feeling sorry
for yourself.

   
                   
Makes me want to puke!

   
                   
Blah-ha hah!

   
                   
Whoa ho!

   
                   
WOMAN: Ha ha ha!

   
                   
Ha ha ha!

   
                   
WOMAN: Wait a minute.

   
                   
Aah! Ha ha!

   
                   
MAN SINGING:
What would it take

   
                   
to make you mine?

   
                   
Ivory towers of wine

   
                   
A rugged movie star
that looks so fine?

   
                   
You know they're really
hard to find

   
                   
What would it take
to make you mine?

   
                   
I'd stay home all the time

   
                   
Give you everything that's mine

   
                   
Even though I'm paying on time

   
                   
What would it take

   
                   
To make

   
                   
You mine?

   
                   
MAX: Chivas and a splash.

   
                   
MAN SINGING:
...to make you mine?

   
                   
A condo in a sunny clime

   
                   
Compatible astrology signs

   
                   
Or sitting round gettin' high?

   
                   
What would it take
to make you mine?

   
                   
Champagne breakfast at :

   
                   
Pumped up all of the time

   
                   
Or simply just sayin' that I'd

   
                   
Like to make you mine

   
                   
All mine

   
                   
All mine?

   
                   
Some coincidence, huh?

   
                   
What?

   
                   
I'll give you a hint, Fred.

   
                   
I ain't exactly Ginger Rogers.

   
                   
Oh, no.

   
                   
Oh, no, huh?

   
                   
Yeah.

   
                   
Oh, no, what? Huh?

   
                   
I don't know.
Just oh, no.

   
                   
What are you doing
in a dump like this?

   
                   
You looking for trouble?

   
                   
I'm having a drink.

   
                   
Cigarette?

   
                   
No, thank you.

   
                   
I know, I know.
Smoking will kill me.

   
                   
That's right.

   
                   
Mmm. Well, come on.
Lecture me.

   
                   
I love it. Come on.

   
                   
I don't lecture.

   
                   
Fred, I bet
you lecture everybody.

   
                   
Yeah? Not tonight.

   
                   
Good. How about another drink?
Jimmy, vodka tonic and...

   
                   
- I don't want another drink.
- Scotch for my new friend here.

   
                   
- What's your name?
- I don't want another drink.

   
                   
Come on.
Let me buy you a drink.

   
                   
Let's pass a peace pipe.
Come on. Huh?

   
                   
I'm buying.

   
                   
- Thanks, Jimmy.
- No, no. I got...

   
                   
- I'm paying for it.
- I don't want you to.

   
                   
- I am buying you a drink.
- Here. For both of them.

   
                   
Please. All right. OK.

   
                   
Look at you.
You're so cute.

   
                   
You're all tensed up
like a ticklish little kid.

   
                   
Damn. You are beautiful.
Look at that face.

   
                   
Jimmy, is this
a beautiful face?

   
                   
Anybody ever tell you
you look like Tony Curtis?

   
                   
- All the time.
- Ha ha!

   
                   
Hmm...

   
                   
I had a wonderful dream.

   
                   
I was sorting your shells
and mixing your cocktails.

   
                   
When I woke up, I wanted to
swim right back to you.

   
                   
"Some Like It Hot."
Did you ever see it?

   
                   
- It's not a tough question.
- No, no.

   
                   
- Marilyn Monroe.
- Yeah, I saw that.

   
                   
God, she's something. Mmm.

   
                   
MAX: Yeah. She is.

   
                   
You swim?

   
                   
Do I swim?

   
                   
Yeah. You look like you swim.

   
                   
I mean, you're not
real muscular,

   
                   
but you're strong,
am I right?

   
                   
I think you're drunk.

   
                   
Yeah. If I get any drunker,
I'll fall all over you.

   
                   
So...

   
                   
What's with the monkey suit?
You a chauffeur?

   
                   
Oh, no.
I was at a bachelor party.

   
                   
Yours?

   
                   
No.

   
                   
Did you have a naked girl?

   
                   
MAX: A dozen of them.

   
                   
You got a wife?

   
                   
Uh-uh.

   
                   
No, I don't.

   
                   
You're not sure?

   
                   
I don't have a wife.

   
                   
But you did
have one, right?

   
                   
Yeah, that's r... yeah.
That's correct.

   
                   
She leave you?
Is that how come you're so sad?

   
                   
I'm not sad.

   
                   
You're feeling
sorry for yourself.

   
                   
Do you mind if we
change the subject?

   
                   
Hi, Tony.

   
                   
Hi, Fred.

   
                   
Come on.

   
                   
Tell me your name.

   
                   
Mine's Nora.

   
                   
Max.

   
                   
Oh, that's cute.

   
                   
What's your zip code? Hmm?

   
                   
What kind of soap does
your wife use?

   
                   
Maybe you should take
your hand off my thigh.

   
                   
My hand's not on your thigh.

   
                   
Night.

   
                   
Sorry about your lady
dumping you.

   
                   
- She didn't exactly dump me.
- What did she do, then?

   
                   
She died.

   
                   
Died?

   
                   
You mean died?

   
                   
Yeah.

   
                   
That's a new one.

   
                   
How did she do that?

   
                   
Car turned over.

   
                   
Ha ha ha!

   
                   
Oh, I'm s...

   
                   
I'm sorry. I just...
I can't help it.

   
                   
That's all right.

   
                   
I don't know
why I'm laughing.

   
                   
Your wife died.

   
                   
Maybe nobody ever
died on you before.

   
                   
No. Charlie died.

   
                   
Charlie? What?
Is that your doggie?

   
                   
No.

   
                   
Charlie... my kid.

   
                   
Your kid?

   
                   
I know, I know. I know.

   
                   
How'd he die?

   
                   
Leukemia.

   
                   
What can you do?

   
                   
The world spins around.

   
                   
I'm sorry.

   
                   
It's over...

   
                   
right?

   
                   
Right.

   
                   
Good night.

   
                   
MAN SINGING:
This good-hearted woman

   
                   
She loves her good-timin' man

   
                   
Drive me home.
I'll fix you a cup of coffee.

   
                   
Actually, I missed the bus.

   
                   
I don't live too far from here.

   
                   
Come on. You don't
want me to take a taxi.

   
                   
- Don't smoke in the car, OK?
- Deal.

   
                   
Put your seat belt on.

   
                   
It's all right. Hold on.

   
                   
You're a cautious little doggie.

   
                   
[Operatic aria playing]

   
                   
What's that?

   
                   
That is the most beautiful music
in the world.

   
                   
You got any Oak Ridge Boys?

   
                   
No. I'm afraid not.

   
                   
What are you?
Are you Italian or something?

   
                   
I'm Jewish.

   
                   
Jewish?

   
                   
Ha!

   
                   
Interesting people... Jews.

   
                   
I was Catholic myself once,
but confession made me jumpy.

   
                   
Ha!

   
                   
I tried them all, but I never
did try to find Moses.

   
                   
Tell you the truth,
I don't know very many Jews.

   
                   
This guy tried to shove
Brigham Young on my ass once.

   
                   
Go left at Clayton.

   
                   
That's... well,
that's Dogtown.

   
                   
That's what they call it.
Go left here.

   
                   
Turn... turn left!

   
                   
[Horn honks]

   
                   
- You're drunk.
- I'm all right.

   
                   
No. You're drunk.

   
                   
- OK. Turn again.
- Where?

   
                   
Right here!

   
                   
[Tires screech]

   
                   
God!

   
                   
Ha ha ha!

   
                   
I love him.

   
                   
That's a drunk
driving the drunk.

   
                   
[Key-alert chimes]

   
                   
I just can't...

   
                   
ha ha ha!

   
                   
Ha ha ha!

   
                   
Ha ha ha!

   
                   
Come on, beautiful.

   
                   
Let me fix you some coffee.

   
                   
You're too drunk to drive.

   
                   
- I'm all right.
- No. Come on.

   
                   
Come on.

   
                   
Ha ha ha! Ohhh.

   
                   
Don't slip on the Astroturf.

   
                   
Ha ha ha!

   
                   
NORA: Make yourself at home.

   
                   
[Glass breaks]

   
                   
MAX: What exactly is there
between you and Marilyn Monroe?

   
                   
NORA: Oh, she's just
so fucked up and glamorous...

   
                   
and losing and fighting
all the time, you know?

   
                   
I seen all her movies
at least five times,

   
                   
and also my name is Nora Baker,

   
                   
and her real name
is Norma Jean Baker.

   
                   
Get it?

   
                   
How about that coffee?

   
                   
How about it?

   
                   
Could have sworn I had me
a full can of Maxwell House.

   
                   
There's no coffee?

   
                   
Why don't I fix you
a drink instead?

   
                   
MAX: A drink?

   
                   
No. I'm trying to get my ass
home in one piece.

   
                   
If you can't drive,
you might as well drink, right?

   
                   
How can you be out of coffee?

   
                   
This couch opens up into a bed.

   
                   
- I'm not staying here.
- I'll wake you up early.

   
                   
No. I'm not going to sleep here.

   
                   
What do you want to do?

   
                   
You want to call a taxi
and come back in the morning?

   
                   
Do you have a bathroom?

   
                   
Hi.

   
                   
I don't feel very well.

   
                   
I think I might just
lie down for a moment.

   
                   
Poor baby.

   
                   
Janey.

   
                   
You're so beautiful.

   
                   
More?

   
                   
Yes.

   
                   
Say please.

   
                   
Please.

   
                   
[Buzzing]

   
                   
NORA: Find anything interesting?

   
                   
I hope you had a good time.

   
                   
You needed it.

   
                   
Will I see you again?

   
                   
No.

   
                   
NORA: For a minute there,
I really did think...

   
                   
you were just going
to up and surprise me.

   
                   
[Beep]

   
                   
Hello, Max.
This is your mother.

   
                   
[Tape fast forwards]

   
                   
[Beep]

   
                   
NEIL: Hey, partner,
sorry about the lecture.

   
                   
I was way out of line.
Where the hell are you?

   
                   
You didn't jump
off a bridge, did you?

   
                   
Call me. I promise not to
make you screw anybody.

   
                   
MAX: Ha ha ha!

   
                   
[Beep]

   
                   
Hello, Max.
It's Heidi Solomon.

   
                   
I'm taking a chance here,
but, uh...

   
                   
I've got an extra ticket
to the symphony tonight.

   
                   
It's all Schumann,

   
                   
and I'd love for you
to join me if you're free.

   
      

很多真爱的开始都是伴随一场没有戏剧性没有浪漫的开始，且大多数都是由性开始的。see,有一种可能，不是真爱难觅，假设任何一个人都有对应好几个真爱候选人在哪儿，但是与其中某个相爱了，是因为一场可持续的遇见/开始，让彼此了解对方真正样子，这种爱随着了解对方深入而明白自己爱对方程度的多少。
Max在前妻未死之前，也是爱，在前妻死后消沉了两年，证明这种爱的程度深浅；在Max遇到Nora后，一次一次接触，一次一次做爱，他觉得自己想要Nora程度胜于前妻，这说明Nora和他之间的关系更贴近本质的他，于是冲破一切束缚。除开中国之外的大多数欧洲国家，很多人很容易陷入爱情，因为她们一旦有了好感之后，就会开始去可持续的尝试，当这种可持续尝试不适合他们时候，就抽身了，继续寻找下一个有感觉的对象，无论男人还是女人，所以找到the one的概率大很多。
试想，一个普通小伙儿坐在对面，肉眼只能看到他的皮囊，但是他的想法，他的价值观，他的性格，肉眼看不到，需要交谈，talk，了解，也许，这种了解在外国人中普遍会参夹性，且不评论了解对方的方式。Max在汉堡店、酒吧、及看到Nora肮脏破败公寓时，他不会知道，oh my god,她是我的真爱，我想和这个女人在一起一辈子。
动物无论高级还是低级，都会相互作伴的需要，人类这个名词也是具有特殊高级神经中枢系统区别其他动物的一个词语，一个人总是孤独的，两个人的体温相互给予可以维持精神上、身体上的维持。

一个不相信爱情的人，看完这部电影有什么感觉呢？电影毕竟只是电影。我是这么想的。恐怕绝大多数人也这么想。可我又不禁怀疑，这世界上或许真的有那么一种感情呢，在世俗的理解之外存在。

    我应该这么相信的，不能吃不到葡萄说葡萄酸。就像人们对电影的评价一样，他们认为其最终落入俗套。

    如果你每次看到爱情这个字眼，都想起了一个人，那么你是爱他的，至少曾经爱过。只是我们大多数人没有那么幸运，遇不到太过美好的结局。所以电影要帮我们圆梦，如果，詹姆斯最后没有和苏珊在一起，那么，是世俗的胜利，如果在一起了，也许是爱情的胜利，但过多的，我以为是身体的，这是一场形而下的爱情，但人，毕竟首先是动物性的，也许，这种趋向于本能的爱情，会比那些所谓的精神恋爱来得持久，因为身体是最忠诚的，不易改变的。

    这也许是爱情最初的宗旨和缘起。

    
    只有那特定的人才能打开身体的密码，解开一道一道的心结，只有他，让灵与肉完美地契合，这当然是爱情的最高境界。

    故事很简单，他们在酒吧相遇，是她勾引了他，他们产生了一丝丝的惺惺相惜，然后醉了，于是一夜情。生活中很常见的情景，只不过往往一夜发生，隔日那情，便蒸发在了白晃晃的日光之下，不复记起，也或许是彼此都没有解开对方身体的密码，于是永远别过。

    他们打开了一条秘密的通道，洞悉了彼此的身体。

    这是一种多么美妙的感觉。

     
    我们往往想窥到世俗的另一面，因为我们总是无法超越。无法超越的原因其实不是其他，而是我们自己。

    就像詹姆斯最后找到苏珊所说，他所不能面对的，只是他自己，而令他难堪的，也只是他自己而已。世俗的眼光只有自己认同了才能发生作用。

    但在这一点上，我承认我们大多数人都无法超越，这既是这部电影的超越处，也是其不现实之处，因为其从某种意义上，违背了人性。矛盾的人性。所以现实故事中更多忧伤，因为不够决绝，太多顾念，反而得不偿失。

     而一意孤行的故事，又有几多美好，几多不幸呢？他们最后，又将过上什么样的生活呢？故事都有个结局，而生活没有。

    冷暖自知，一切，都得靠自己经营了。