1. Cissy: Old age is not for sissies.    膽小鬼是過(guò)不好晚年的。2. Dr Cogan: I don’t know how many times I told you. Smoking kills. Put those out, please.    Wilfred: Oh, for goodness sake. Give them a break. George is 78, Harry is 82. Suppose they were to stop smoking, how much longer are they going to live, a week? It would probably rain that weed, anyway.     Dr Cogan: You are a bad influence, Wilfred.    Wilfred: I think so. 3. Opera is, when a guy is stabbed in the back, instead of bleeding, he sings. But it seems to me, after much research, that rap is, when a guy is stabbed in the back, instead of bleeding, he talks, albeit rhythmically, even with feeling. But because rap is spoken, the feeling is sort of held in the check, all on one note.     In opera, we sing what we’re feeling. And the song, the rise and fall of the music, sets our emotions free.     If you ask me, I’d say to you that opera is simply the outpouring of all the emotions that all of us carry inside us. (Reggie)4. I do hat getting older. I hate every bloody moment of it. (Wilfred)    我確實(shí)痛恨變老，每一秒都痛恨。5. A wise man goes when he can, a fool goes when he must.(Wilfred)    智者先發(fā)制人，愚者被動(dòng)挨打。6. Jean: Why do we have to get old?     我們?yōu)槭裁匆兝希?nbsp;   Reggie: That’s what people do.     這是自然規(guī)律。7. Jean: You never married again?     你沒(méi)有再婚嗎？    Reggie: No.     沒(méi)有。    Jean: Why not?     為什么？    Reggie: Didn’t want to.     不想。    Jean: When we did Bohme at the Met and you backed out, was that because of me?     我們?cè)诖蠖紩?huì)博物館表演《波希米亞人》時(shí)，你退出了，是因?yàn)槲以趩幔?nbsp;   Reggie: Yep.     是的。    Jean: And Salzburg?     薩爾斯堡（奧地利城市）那次呢？    Reggie: Yep.     也是。   【一陣沉默后換了話(huà)題……天哪這簡(jiǎn)直就算再次表白啊！】8. Works of art are of an infinite loneliness, and nothing can reach them so little as criticism.    藝術(shù)作品都帶有一種無(wú)盡的孤獨(dú)，而批評(píng)是最無(wú)法觸及這種內(nèi)涵的了。9. Wilfred: Older man. Vintage wine. Seasoned wood. (Wilfred)    年長(zhǎng)的男人。醇美的佳釀。風(fēng)干的木材。10. Reggie: Women are as fickle as a feather in the wind.      女人如風(fēng)中羽毛，變幻無(wú)常。     Jean: Oh, I fell in love with you when I first heard you sing that.      我第一次聽(tīng)你唱這首曲子就愛(ài)上你了。     Reggie: Yeah, that’s why I never sang it again.      所以我再也沒(méi)唱過(guò)這首歌。    【為何現(xiàn)在又唱起？( # ▽ # )】11. Jean: I think you two are drunk.       我覺(jué)得你們倆喝多了。      Wilfred: I think I possibly am, although I find it very difficult to tell the difference at this age.       我是有可能喝多了，雖然這個(gè)年紀(jì)喝不喝醉都是一樣暈乎。12. Jean: You must understand. I was someone once.       你得體諒我，我曾經(jīng)是個(gè)人物。      Cissy: I thought I was someone now.       我還以為我現(xiàn)在還是個(gè)人物呢。      Jean: I can’t insult the memory of who I was.       我不能破壞自己在回憶里的形象。      Wilfred: What are you talking about, memory? Whose memory? Your fans? Your fans are dead! Gone, split bought the farm! Except the ones who’ve moved in here, and they’re just waiting to die. We’ve all aged. It’s crept up on all of us without us even noticing. I’m the same old Wilf I always was, thankfully, with a little bit of testosterone to keep me interested. Now, I’m gonna say something that’s a wee bit rude to you. Just fucking do it!       你在說(shuō)什么，回憶嗎？誰(shuí)的回憶？你的歌迷的嗎？你的歌迷都死了！走的走，分的分,死的死。除了搬進(jìn)這里的人，而他們也只是在等死。我們都上年紀(jì)了，根本沒(méi)注意歲月爬到了身上。我還是那個(gè)老威爾弗，謝天謝地，還能分泌點(diǎn)睪丸素讓我有點(diǎn)激情。接下來(lái)我要說(shuō)的話(huà)對(duì)你來(lái)說(shuō)有點(diǎn)粗魯，你他媽只管去做就是了！      Jean: My gift deserted me.       我的天賦離我而去了。      Reggie: It deserts us all, Jean. It’s called life.       我們?nèi)际沁@樣，簡(jiǎn)。這就是人生。      Cissy: Oh, my darling. Old age is not for sissies.       親愛(ài)的，膽小鬼是過(guò)不好晚年的。      Jean: No.       沒(méi)錯(cuò)。      Reggie: Jean. Let go. What’s it matter now what anyone says or thinks? You might even enjoy it.       簡(jiǎn)，看開(kāi)點(diǎn)。這把年紀(jì)了，別人的說(shuō)法想法還有什么關(guān)系？你說(shuō)不定會(huì)很開(kāi)心的。      Jean: Are you telling me to go out and smell the roses?       你是要讓我出去欣賞玫瑰的芳香嗎？      Reggie: No, I’m telling you to sing.       不，我是想讓你唱歌。      Cissy: The roses are long gone. But the chrysanthemums are magnificent.       玫瑰早就謝了，但秋菊開(kāi)得正艷。13. Jean: You look very handsome.       Reggie: You look very beautiful.       Jean: We’re both very old.       Reggie: Then let’s get married.       Jean: Were you serious?       Reggie: Yes.       Jean: OK.