愛情限時簽 The Proposal精彩片段1

Bob: Oh. Our fearless leader and her liege. Please, do come in.

 

Margaret: Beautiful breakfront. Is it new?

 

Bob: It is English Regency Egyptian Revival, built in the 1800s but, yes, it is new to my office.

 

Margaret: Witty. Bob, I'm letting you go.

 

Bob: Pardon?

 

Margaret: I asked you a dozen times to get Frank to do Oprah, and you didn't do it. You're fired.

 

Bob: I have told you that is impossible. Frank hasn't done an interview in 20 years.

 

Margaret: That is interesting, because I just got off the phone with him, and he is in.

 

Bob: Excuse me?

 

Margaret: You didn't even call him, did you?

 

Bob: But...

 

Margaret: I know, I know. Frank can be a little scary to deal with. For you. Now, I will give you two months

to find another job. And then you can tell everyone you resigned, OK?

 

Margaret: What's his twenty?

 

Andrew: He's moving. He has crazy eyes.

 

Margaret: Don't do it, Bob. Don't do it.

 

Bob: You poisonous bitch! You can't fire me! You don't think I see what you're doing here? Sandbagging me on this Oprah thing so that you can look good to the board? Because you are threatened by me! - And you are a monster.

 

Margaret: Bob, stop.

 

Bob: Just because you have no semblance of a life outside of this office, you think that you can treat all of us

like your own personal slaves. You know what? I feel sorry for you. Because you know what you're gonna have on your deathbed? Nothing and no one.

 

Margaret: Listen carefully, Bob. I didn't fire you because I feel threatened. No. I fired you because you're

lazy, entitled, incompetent and you spend more time cheating on your wife than you do in your office. And if you say another word, Andrew here is gonna have you thrown out, OK? Another word and you're going out of here with an armed escort. Andrew will film it with his camera phone and he'll put it on that Internet site. What was it?

 

Andrew: YouTube?

 

Margaret: Exactly. Is that what you want? Didn't think so. I have work to do.

 

 

Margaret: Jack, Edwin.

 

Jack: Congratulations on the Oprah thing. That's terrific news.

 

Margaret: Thank you, thank you. This isn't about my second raise, is it? Just kidding.

 

Jack: Margaret, do you remember when we agreed you wouldn't go to the Frankfurt Book Fair because you weren't allowed out of the country while your visa application was being processed?

 

Margaret: Yes. I do.

 

Jack: And... you went to Frankfurt.

 

Margaret: Yes. We were going to lose DeLillo to Viking. So... really didn't have a choice, did I?

 

Jack: Seems the United States Government doesn't care who publishes Don DeLillo.

 

Edwin: We just spoke to your immigration attorney.

 

Margaret: Great. So, we're all good? Everything good?

 

Jack: Margaret, your visa application has been denied. And you are being deported.

 

Margaret: Deported?

 

Jack: And there was also some paperwork you didn't fill out in time.

 

Margaret: Come on. Come on! It's not like I'm even an immigrant! I'm from Canada, for Christ's sake. There's gotta be...something we can do.

 

Edwin: We can reapply, but unfortunately you have to leave the country for at least a year.

 

Margaret: OK. OK, well, that's not ideal, but I can... I can manage everything from Toronto... No....with videoconferencing, Internet.

 

Edwin: Unfortunately, Margaret, if you're deported, you can't work for an American company.

 

Jack: Until this is resolved I'm going to turn operations over to Bob Spaulding.

 

Margaret: Bob Spaulding? The guy I just fired?

 

Jack: We need an editor in chief. He is the only person in this building who has enough experience.

 

Margaret: You cannot be serious. I beg of you.

 

Jack: Margaret. We are desperate to have you stay. If there was any way, any way at all we could make this work, we'd be doing it.

 

Margaret: There is no way... I am begging you.

 

Jack: Excuse me, we're in a meeting.

 

Andrew: Sorry to interrupt.

 

Margaret: What?!

 

Andrew: Mary from Ms Winfrey's office called. She's on the line. I know. She's on hold. She needs to speak with you. I told her you were otherwise engaged. She insisted, so... sorry. So.

 

Margaret: Come here. Gentlemen, I understand. I understand the predicament that we are in. And... And there's... Well...I think there's something that you should know. We're getting married. We are getting married.

 

Andrew: Who is getting married?

 

Margaret: You and I. You and I are getting married! Yes.

 

Andrew: We are.

 

Margaret: Getting married.

 

Andrew: We are getting married.

 

Margaret: Yes.

 

Edwin: Isn't he your secretary? Assistant.

 

Margaret: Executive... assistant secretary. Titles. But, wouldn't be the first time one of us fell for our secretaries. Would it, Edwin? With Laquisha. Remember?

 

Margaret: So, yeah. The truth is, you know, Andrew and I, we're... ...we are just two people who weren't

meant to fall in love but we did.

 

Andrew: No.

 

Margaret: All those late nights at the office and weekend book fairs. Yeah...

 

Andrew: No.

 

Margaret: Something happened.

 

Andrew: Something?

 

Margaret: Yeah. Tried to fight it and...Can't fight a...Can't fight...Can't fight a love like ours, so...Are we good with this? Are you happy? Because, well, we are happy. So happy.

 

Jack: Margaret.

 

Margaret: Yes?

 

Jack: It's terrific. Just make it legal.

 

Margaret: Legal. Yeah, well, then that means we......we need to get ourselves to the immigration office. So we can work this whole mess out. Right? Thank you very much, gentlemen. We will do that right away. Thank you very much, gentlemen. Thank you.

 

Andrew: Gentlemen.

 

Margaret: OK... so, what's gonna happen is we will go up there. We'll pretend we're boyfriend and girlfriend, tell your parents we're engaged. Use the miles for the tickets. I guess I will pop for you to fly first class. But make sure you use the miles. If we don't get the miles, we're not doing it. Please confirm the vegan meal. Cause last time they actually gave it to a vegan, and they forced me to eat this clammy, warm, creamy salad thing, which was...Hey, I'm... Why aren't you taking notes?

 

Andrew: I'm sorry, were you not in that room?

 

Margaret: What? What?

 

Andrew: The thing you said about being promoted?

 

Margaret: Genius! Genius. He completely fell for it.

 

Andrew: I was serious. I'm looking at a $250,000 fine and five years in jail. That changes things.

 

Margaret: Promote you to editor? No, no way.

 

Andrew: Then I quit, and you're screwed. Bye-bye, Margaret.

 

Margaret: Andrew! It really has been a slice of heaven. Andrew, Andrew! Fine, fine. I'll make you editor. Fine. If you do the Alaska weekend and the immigration interview, I will make you editor. Happy?

 

Andrew: And not in two years. Right away.

 

Margaret: Fine.

 

Andrew: And you'll publish my manuscript.

 

Margaret: Ten thousand copy first...

 

Andrew: Twenty thousand copies, first run. We'll tell my family about our engagement when I want and how I want. Now, ask me nicely.

 

Margaret: "Ask you nicely" what?

 

Andre: Ask me nicely to marry you, Margaret.

 

Margaret: What does that mean?

 

Andrew: You heard me. On your knee.

 

Margaret: Fine. Does this work for you?

 

Andrew: Oh, I like this. Yeah.

 

Margaret: Will you marry me?

 

Andrew: No. Say it like you mean it.

 

Margaret: Andrew?

 

Andrew: Yes, Margaret?

 

Margaret: Sweet Andrew?

 

Andrew: I'm listening.

 

Margaret: Would you please, with cherries on top, marry me?

 

Andrew: OK. I don't appreciate the sarcasm, but I'll do it. See you at the airport tomorrow.

 

Margaret: Good.

 

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Margaret: So, these are the questions that INS is gonna ask us.

 

Andrew: Now, the good news is, is I know everything about you, but the bad news is that you have four days to learn all this about me. So, you should...probably get studying.

 

Margaret: You know all the answers to these questions about me?

 

Andrew: Scary, isn't it?

 

Margaret: A little bit. What am I allergic to?

 

Andrew: Pine nuts. And the full spectrum of human emotion.

 

Margaret: Oh, that's... that was funny. Here's a good one. Do I have any scars?

 

Andrew: I'm pretty sure that you have a tattoo.

 

Margaret: Oh, you're pretty sure?

 

Andrew: I'm pretty sure. Two years ago, your dermatologist called and asked about a Q-switched laser. I Googled a Q-switched laser and found that they, in fact, do remove tattoos. But you cancelled your appointment. So what is it? Tribal ink? Japanese calligraphy? Barbed wire?

 

Margaret: You know, it's exciting for me to experience you like this.

 

Andrew: Thank you. You're gonna have to tell me where it is.

 

Margaret: I'm not.

 

Andrew: They're gonna ask.

 

Margaret: We're done with that question. We're done with that question. On to another question. Let me see, let me see. Oh, here's one. Whose place do we stay at, yours or mine? That's easy. Mine.

 

Andrew: And why wouldn't we stay at mine?

 

Margaret: Because I live at Central Park West. And you probably live at some squalid little studio apartment

with stacks of yellowed Penguin Classics.

 

Flight Attendant: Ladies and gentlemen, please fasten your seat belts.We are beginning our descent into Juneau.

 

Margaret: Juneau? I thought we were going to Sitka.

 

Andrew: We are.

 

Margaret: How are we getting to Sitka?