Family Album CD1 对白
No!
Yes!
You're wrong.
I'm right-and you know it.
I have to go.
Rebecca, we have to talk.
Not now, Matt.
I'll wait right here till you're done.
Matt, you don't have to wait for me.
Yes, I do. I'll be right here.
It'll be a couple of hours.
All right. Bye.
Where are you going? The front door is over there.
I have to use the employees entrance.
Excuse me, the Gold Room? This way? Thanks.
Hi, Steve.
Hello, Rebecca. We're almost ready.
Listen, I need to change.
There's a ladies' room over there.
I'll be right back.
Hi, Jessica.
How are you?
Good.
Hello, Hello.
Welcome to the Gold Room. I'm Rebecca Casey and this is Steve Davis.
Here's a song I wrote. I call it 'Traveling Light.'
Why don't you wait out in the lobby.
Here's your share. Twenty . . . thirty . . . forty . . . and five.
Forty-five. Good thing I have a day job.
Good thing we both do.
We'll do better next time.
Rebecca, I have something to tell you. There isn't going to be a next time, for me.
What?
I'm tired of this. My wife's expecting. The bills are piling up. This (waving the cash) isn't a salary. It's peanuts.
But, Steve, we're getting lots of calls . . . We're playing at a wedding next week . . .
I want to spend my weekends with my wife, not at weddings for people I don't know.
Steve, you shouldn't, we've worked so hard.
You know how I feel . . . It's always the same old story: no money, no appreciation. Sorry, Rebecca, but this is it for me. You'll find another piano player. Bye. Take care of yourself.
So, you're mad I waited, right?
No, I'm not angry.
So, what's wrong?
Steve says he can't take it anymore.
He's quitting? Maybe he's got the right idea.
Look, I'm not quitting. I have to find another partner.
Rebecca, you're banging your head against the wall. You're never gonna make it in the music business. It's too tough.
Why are you so negative?
I'm realistic.
Look, Matt, success takes time. I'm going to make it. That's why I'm going to music school.
Music school . . . What am I going to do while you're in music school?
We had a relationship, you know?
We still do.
What's happening to us? You have two jobs; I have two jobs. You have to take care of your father. There's no time.
I'm sorry, Matt . . . It's hard to find time.
A real relationship takes time, you know?
I know . . . It's late. I have to be up early for work tomorrow.
All right, I'll take you home.
So, about our date on Thursday . . . ? I'll pick you up at seven, OK?
Sounds good.
This is really crazy, Rebecca Casey.
Good night, Matt.
Oh, good. It's here.
Welcome to the Boston School of Music, where your musical career begins.
The Boston School of Music has given me everything that I wanted in a school.
The Boston School of Music has just been my home. And, because of that foundation, I'm able to be what I want to be.
What's goin' on, Beck?
Sorry. Is it too loud?
A little. Turn it down so you don't wake up Dad.
The faculty is very high quality, and I think students have some wonderful opportunities.
So, are you going to this school?
Yeah . . . if I get accepted. I'm applying to other colleges, but this is my first choice.
Hey, they are pretty good.
Yeah, this school is one of the best . . .
Kevin, I can write my songs on a computer. They have a computer lab . It opens up the possibilities of song composition . . .
What's the possibility of getting some food in this house soon?
I'm going grocery shopping tomorrow. Put what you want on the list.
I can't believe how many forms I have to fill out.
I can't believe we're out of cereal.
Put it on the list.
We're almost out of peanut butter . . .
I just bought that jar.
Hey, look, a coupon . . . two for the price of one . . . I know, put it on the list.
We should get more cookies.
Gee, they want to know everything--my interests, hobbies, sports, awards, on and on . . . I'll be here all night.
Do you think this college thing is a good idea?
Yeah, for me it is. It's the only way I'm going to get anywhere in the music world.
When are you going to give up junk food and eat something healthy?
When healthy food tastes as good as cookies and peanut butter.
Oh, good night.
I hope I can make it, Mom.
I am late for school.
Don't drink from the carton!
Milk tastes better this way.
You drive me insane. Why are you wearing shorts and a tie?
High school graduation pictures.
What do you mean?
Graduation pictures . . . you know. They take the picture from here up. They don't take a picture of your legs.
Are all your exams finished?
I just have my math final.
Kevin.
Beck, don't worry. Math is a breeze. I've got to go.
Hi, Dad. Bye, Dad.
Don't slam the door! . . .Thanks.
Hi, Dad. Why are you up so early? Where's my coffee?
What, this? Is this yours? I'm sorry.
That's OK. I'm late anyway. I'll get coffee at work.
What's that?
It's my application to the Boston School of Music. I have to mail it today.
Oh. Not another school application.
Yes, another school application . . . By the way, does Kevin ever tell you how his final exams are going?
No, he doesn't tell me anything . . . I try to talk to him But . . .
He has a final today. I don't even know if he studied for it. He won't graduate if he doesn't pass his exams.
I'll talk to him.
I have to go! Your lunch is in the fridge.
Do you have enough change for the bus?
Yes, I have some, thanks.
Becky . . . don't slam the door. Thanks.
Sandy.
Hey, girl. You just made it. Is everything OK?
Yeah, I was up late last night.
With Matt?
No, with this. Look . . .
What is it?
It's a brochure from the Boston School of Music. I sent my application in this morning.
Good for you! This place looks expensive.
It is. But it'll be worth it . . . if I get accepted.
And if you don't get in?
I've got my backup schools . . . maybe I'll get into one of them.
How many colleges are you applying to?
Four . . .
Four? Why so many? That's a lot of work.
And a lot of money, just to apply . . . But I've been dreaming of this for a long time.
Your dreams are so . . . big, exciting. I mean, my dreams are real simple get married, have a family, stuff like that.
I don't know, I can't explain it . . . I just want to know everything I can about music. I'll get my degree and make something of myself.
Well, when you become a big star and you get your first hit song, don't forget your friends here at the factory.
Me? Forget? Never. I'll even send you a free copy.
You're all heart.
Hello! Dad!
You're home early.
It was a half day, today.
How come ?
I just had one final and graduation pictures.
What's that?
My cap and gown. Let me show you. It smells funny! And, the cap . . . How about it Kevin Casey, high school graduate.
It's too bad your mother can't see you now . . .
What's for lunch?
Kevin, come sit here. Rebecca and I are both worried about your finals. How was your exam today?
A breeze. Math's my best subject. It was an easy test.
Well, good . . . What about the others science, history? . . .
Dad, give me a break! I'll pass them all with flying colors.
Oh, thanks.
This won't even cover my bills.
Your whole paycheck?
Yeah. I lent some money to Jack.
You can sure kiss that money goodbye.
Why are you so hard on Jack? You know, he's really a good guy.
I'm sorry, I just don't think that . . . Let's forget it.
I'd like to cash this check, please.
Do you have an account at this bank?
Yes.
Can I see some form of identification, please?
Why do I always have to show my I.D.?
He's a new teller. Hey, they do it for your protection.
Right, so we have to show our I.D. every single time.
Twenty, forty, sixty, eighty, a hundred, a hundred and twenty, hundred and forty, hundred and sixty, hundred and eighty, two hundred.
Thanks.
Hi, I'd like to deposit the whole check into my savings account, please.
How can you live without cash?
I get money from the cash machine . . . forty dollars at a time.
I can't stand you, Rebecca.
Don't they charge for these cash machines?
It depends on what kind of account you have, and whether you have enough money in it.
And you have that much money saved?
How else am I going to pay for college? Save, save, save.
Wow.
Do you know about this videotape?
The Boston School of Music? Yeah, this is the music school that Becky wants to go to.
Why doesn't she study something practical, like business? She'll never make any money with a degree in music.
You never know.
May I help you?
I have a ten o'clock appointment with Dr. Samji. The name's Patrick Casey.
Could you spell that for me?
C-A-S-E-Y.
Yes. Please have a seat, and we'll call you.
My leg's stiff today.
Be sure to ask the doctor if there's anything you can do ahout it.
They never have anything useful to say to me.
That's not true. And if you don't take care of your leg, it's only going to get worse.
They say exercise can help, you know.
OK, OK.
You're in a had mood today.
Well, I'm doing the best I can. Hospitals make me nervous . . . Doctors put me on edge . . . And I'm worried about my kids. One says she wants to go to music school...
So . . . ?
But music? What kind of a job will you get if you study music?
Come on, Dad . . . Music is big business. There are all kinds of jobs.
Sure, turning pages for some dumb piano player . . .
Come on. You know my dream is to he a songwriter.
You and a million others.
I think I have some talent.
Why don't you study nursing or something?
It's not me. It's not what I want. I want to study music.
Well, if you ask me . . . I think you're making a big mistake.
Not if it's what I want to do.
Mr. Casey.
You're a stubborn woman.
You bet! I take after my father.
Look left, right, up, down. What happened to your leg, Mr. Casey?
Oh, a wall fell on it.
A wall?
Yeah, when I was a fireman, I was in a hotel fire . . .
. . . I've been on disability pay ever since the accident.
Let's have a little talk here, Mr. Casey. We have found several potential problem Your cholesterol is very high, the EKG tells us there is a slight heart problem, and the circulation in your leg is . . . ah, how should I put it . . . getting worse. If we don't do something right away, your current situation could lead to a stroke or heart attack . . . We strongly recommend that you start an exercise program. An we have to put you on a strict diet. And get this prescription fllled . .
Whatever you say, Doc.
Here comes a taxi. So, what did the doctor say?
Not much. Everything's OK. No real problems.
Do you need to stop at the drugstore?
No. Later maybe. Let's go straight home.
Becky. Buzzer.
I'll be right down, Matt. I won't be late. Can I get you anything before I leave?
No, no. I'll be fine.
What's that for?
Because I love you.
I love you, too, honey.
Go on. Matt's waiting.
See you later.
Hey, welcome to our fourth annual Memorial Day cookout. Coming up, one of my famous charcoal-broiled hamburgers . . . and how 'bout an all-American hot dog . . . and, of course, Sal's homemade Boston baked beans.
So, how have you been?
Oh, so busy, you know, with my day job, and some gigs at night, guitar lessons, and . . .
Are you still working at the factory?
I'm hoping to go to college . . . music school.
Good for you. Which one?
Well, my first choice is the Boston School of Music, but I've applied to four colleges, all together.
Oh, all four will want you, I mean you have such a great voice! I wish I had a talent like that.
Come on, you have a husband who loves you, a beautiful daughter, and your own apartment . . . I mean, what more could you . . .
You're right. I mean . . . I can't complain. Life is good. So, what does Matt think about your plans to study music?
He doesn't really understand. He doesn't think I'll make it.
Men. They're all alike. All they think about is money .... and sex.
Yeah.. .
Sal . . .
How are you doing?
I'm excellent. How are you doing? Good to see you.
Nice to see you.
Feeling good? . . . Hey, Rebecca, you get more lovely every day . . . Look at you!
Thanks, Jack . . .
Hey, but Sandy, she's the love of my life.
Jack. . .
Hey, I'm thirsty. I'm going to get a drink. You want anything?
No, maybe later. Thanks.
Jacks in a good mood!
No, not really. He's had too many beers. He lost his job yesterday.
Oh, no . . .
She is so cute. I want to have a little girl like that some day.
Last time I checked, you need a man for that . . . the right man . .
I know.
. . . someone who will be a good father.
It's hard to imagine Jack as a Dad. He gets so crazy sometimes . . .
Babe, I'm leaving.
We just got here.
So?
I haven't even said hello to Sal.
I'm leaving. If you want to stay, you can stay. I'm leaving. OK. Is that OK? Excuse me, Rebecca.
Tell Sal something came up.
What was it? The volleyball game?
No, just tell him the truth: Jack's upset because he lost his job.
What's with him? Did he lose his temper again?
Yeah. And he lost his job, too. Poor Sandy.