Whoo-ah!Al Pacino在《闻香识女人》中的经典台词

     Mr. Simms, you are 
  a cover-up artist… 

  and you are a liar. 
  But not a snitch ! 
  Excuse me ? 
  No, I don’t 
  think I will. 
  – Mr. Slade. 
  - This is such a crock of shit ! 
  Please watch your language, 
  Mr. Slade. 

  You are in the Baird school, 
  not a barracks. 

  Mr. Simms, I will give you one 
  final opportunity to speak up. 

  Mr. Simms 
  doesn’t want it. 
  He doesn’t need 
  to be labeled… 
  "still worthy of 
  being a Baird man." 
  What the hell 
  is that ? 
  What is your motto here ? 
  "Boys, inform on your 
  classmates, save your hide; 
  anything short of that, 
  we’re gonna burn you at the stake" ? 
  Well, gentlemen, 
  when the shit hits the fan, 
  some guys run… 
  and some guys stay. 
  Here’s Charlie facin’ the fire, 
  and there’s George… 
  hidin’ in 
  big daddy’s pocket. 
  And what are you doin’ ? 
  You’re gonna 
  reward George… 
  and destroy Charlie. 
  -Are you finished, Mr. Slade ? 
  -No, I’m just gettin’ warmed up. 
  I don’t know who 
  went to this place. 
  William Howard Taft, 
  William Jennings Bryant, 
  William Tell, whoever. 
  Their spirit is dead, 
  if they ever had one. 
  It’s gone. 
  You’re buildin’ 
  a rat ship here, 
  a vessel for 
  seagoin’ snitches. 
  And if you think you’re 
  preparin’ these minnows for manhood, 
  you better think again, 
  because I say you are 
  killin’ the very spirit… 
  this institution 
  proclaims it instills. 
  What a sham. 
  What kind of a show 
  are you guys puttin’ on here today ? 
  I mean, the only class 
  in this act is sittin’ next to me. 
  I’m here to tell you 
  this boy’s soul is intact. 
  It’s non-negotiable. 
  You know how I know ? 
  Someone here, and I’m not gonna say who, 
  offered to buy it. 
  - Only Charlie here wasn’t sellin’. 
  – Sir, you’re out of order. 
  I show you out of order. 
  You don’t know what 
  out of order is, Mr. Trask. 
  I’d show you, 
  but I’m too old, 
  I’m too tired, 
  too fuckin’ blind. 
  If I were the man I was 
  five years ago, I’d take… 
  a flamethrower 
  to this place ! 
  Out of order ? Who the hell 
  you think you’re talkin’ to ? 
  I’ve been around, 
  you know ? 
  There was a time 
  I could see. 
  And I have seen. 
  Boys like these, 
  younger than these, 
  their arms torn out, 
  their legs ripped off. 
  But there is nothin’ 
  like the sight… 
  of an amputated spirit. 
  There is 
  no prosthetic for that. 
  You think you’re merely sendin’ 
  this splendid foot soldier… 
  back home to Oregon with 
  his tail between his legs, 
  but I say you are… 
  executin’ his soul ! 
  And why ? 
  Because he’s not 
  a Baird man. 
  Baird men. 
  You hurt this boy, 
  you’re gonna be Baird bums, 
  the lot of you. 
  And, Harry, Jimmy, 
  Trent, wherever