电影《Her》台词

HerClose on THEODORE’S face (30s). We hold on him for a long time. He’s looking at something off cam

Her Close on THEODORE’S face (30s). We hold on him for along time. He’s looking at something off camera, deep in thought. He starts quietly dictating a love letter into asmall microphone. THEODORE: To my Chris, Ihave been thinking about how Icould possibly tell you how much you mean to me. Iremember when Ifirst started to fall in love with you like it was last night. Lying naked beside you in that tiny apartment, it suddenly hit me that Iwas part of this whole larger thing, just like our parents, and our parents’ parents. Before that Iwas just living my life like Iknew everything, and suddenly this bright light hit me and woke me up. That light was you. Theodore, searching for the right words, quietly enjoys writing the letter. As he continues, he is moved by the memories he’s describing. THEODORE (CONT’D): Ican’t believe it’s already been 50 years since you married me. And still to this day, every day, you make me feel like the girl I was when you first turned on the lights and woke me up and we started this adventure together. Happy Anniversary, my love and my friend til the end. Loretta. Print. Cut out to reveal acomputer monitor he’s sitting at. On the screen we see the letter he’s been dictating, transcribed into ahandwritten letter on blue stationery. As he says “Loretta,” we see “Loretta” being handwritten at the bottom of the letter. He proofreads his letter. Also on the screen are photos of acouple in their 80s. The couple is tagged “Chris” and “Me -Loretta.” Underneath is abullet point email from Loretta: anniversary letter to husband Chris, married fifty years, love of my life, met right after college, have had the greatest life together. Theodore pushes print and the letter comes out on abeautiful robin’s egg blue piece of stationery, with ball point pen handwritten older-female cursive. He looks at it, not happy. He puts the printed letter on astack of other printed letters to Chris and starts anew one. There is also astack of finished letters in their envelopes -an assortment of beautiful stationery in all shapes and sizes. THEODORE (CONT’D): Chris, my best friend. How lucky am Ithat Imet you fifty years ago? How lucky are we... We track off of Theodore, down a line of cubicles, hearing bits of letters being written and seeing photos of who they’re being written to on the screens. MIDDLE-AGED WOMAN LETTER WRITER: Dear Nana, Thank you so much for my truck. Ilove the color and Iplay with it every day. It’s the best truck I’ve ever seen. Love, Tommy. We see photos of Tommy and Nana on the screen, and five-year old hand writing. Moving off of her, we find another letter writer. LETTER WRITER 2: What abeautiful wedding and what agorgeous bride. There wasn’t adry eye in the house, especially mine. Your aunt and Iare so proud of you. Ihope you and your lovely new wife will come visit us in Florida.