이번주 The Simpsons 강의 대본 : 시즌2 에피소드17 (6)

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※이번 시간 주요 문법

-진주어절을 이끄는 that의 생략
등

※이번 시간 주요 표현

-천천히 달려. 우릴 죽일 셈이야? [kill us는 틀린 말] 
-나 때문에 당신이 죽을 뻔 했네요.
-나이 드셨으면 나잇값 좀 하세요, 할아버지들. 
-저 그런 말 많이 들어요.
-돈 땄을 때 그만둬야 해요. 
-운에 맡기고 해보자. 
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The Simpsons / S2 E17 Old Money ➅

1. [ SPRINGFIELD CHARTER ]

[ Man1 ] Slow down! Are you trying to get us killed?

[ Man2 ] It's too hot, you maniac! Turn on the air already.

Otto : [ Humming Rock ] Hey, mellow out, old dudes, or I'll jam this baby into a river. All right? ... All right.

Homer : Miss, I'm looking for Abe Simpson. (Mm-hmm.) It's important / I get ahold of him. I have to tell him / I don't care about his money and I love him!

[ Woman ] We get that a lot. He left this morning / with the senior casino junket.

Homer : Casino? [ Screams]

2.

Otto : ♪♪ [ Humming Continues ] Come on, everybody! ♪♪ [ All Humming ] [ State Line 1mi. / Casino 1mi.1ft. ]

[ Man ] Hello, I am Plato. Please partake of keno, craps and the loosest slots in town. My philosophy is, Enjoy.

Abe : Change, please!

Homer : A double cheeseburger, onion rings, large strawberry shake, and, for God's sakes, hurry! .......

Abe : $5,000 on ... What century is this? (The 20th.) Great! Put it on #20.

Homer : Excuse me. ... Excuse me. Have you seen an old man with a lot of money? He looks like me, but he's wrinkled. Hello. Have you seen a... Dad! No!!!!

3.

[ Man ] 20 black. [ Grampa Laughing ]

Homer : Holy Moly, you're winning!

Abe : All mine, all mine. Beat it, boy! You're cramping my style!

Homer : Dad, please. You gotta quit / while you're ahead. You understand that you gotta take all your money and leave, now!

Abe : Sorry, boy. I have to get enough to help everybody.

Homer : But you could lose everything. Come on.

Abe : Homer, I think / Rudyard Kipling said it best:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breathea word about your loss;

Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,

And, which is more, you'll be a Man, my son!

4.

Homer : You'll be a bonehead! Come on!

Abe : Put it all on 41. I've got a feeling about that number.

[ Man ] The wheel only goes to 36, sir.

Abe : Okay, put it all on 36! I've got a feeling about that number.

Homer : Dad, no! Give me that! Give me that money! Come on, stop it. Ow! Ow! You're hurting me! (36!)

[ Man ] No more bets!

Abe : No! ... Son, if this lands on 36, I'll ... (Double zero.) Son! You saved me / from losing all my money. For the first time in my life, I'm glad / I had children.

Homer : So, uh, have you figured out who gets the money? .......

Abe : Yes, Homer, I have.

[ SIX MONTH LATER ] [ All Laughing ] [ THE BEATRICE SIMMONS MEMORIAL DINING HALL ]

Abe : Come on in. Dignity's on me, friends.

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If—

If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting

Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,

Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,

And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;

If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,

Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,

And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

RUDYARD KIPLING