☆Chapter 4-3☆ キャスも出勤(キャスの本屋)。店員のChristinaが初登場。 Cath: Good morning, Christina. Chris: Good morning, Kathleen. Cath: It's a beautiful day. Isn't it just the most beautiful day? Chris: I guess. Yeah, sure. ― 通りで車がぶつかりそうに・・・ ― man1: Idiot, what are you doing? idiot バカ man2: Where you going? I got the green light! Cath: Don't you just love New York in the fall? Perfect. (店の花の臭いをかぎながら) Can't beat that. Chris: Scotch tape? What is going on with you? Scotch tape セロハンテープ (知りませんでした〜) Cath: Nothing. Chris: You're in love. Cath: In love? No. ...Yes. That's right. I'm in love with Frank. I'm practically living with Frank. Could you get our Christmas mailers out this week? practically ほとんど Chris: Yeah, by Monday. I promise. I have this paper due Friday. What is going on? Cath: Nothing. Nothing at all. Chris: You know, I am just going to stand here until you tell me. Cath: All right. Is it infidelity if you're involved with someone on e-mail? infidelity 不信心 Chris: Have you had sex? Cath: No, of course not. I don't even know him. Chris: I mean cybersex. Don't do it. The minute you do, they lose all respect for you. Cath: It's not like that. We just e-mail. It's really nothing. On top of which, I'm thinking of stopping, because it's getting... Chris: Out of hand? out of hand 手に負えない Cath: Confusing. But not. Because it's nothing. Chris: Where'd you meet him? Cath: Listen, I can't even remember. ...On my birthday, I wandered into the "over 30" room for a joke, sort of. And he was there. And we started chatting. Chris: About what? Cath: Books and music, how much we both love New York. Harmless, harmless. Meaningless. Bouquets of sharpened pencils. harmless たわいない Chris: Excuse me? Cath: Forget it. We don't talk about anything personal, so I don't know his name or what he does or where he lives exactly, so it'll be easy for me to stop seeing him, because I'm not. it 形容詞 for 人 to 動詞 人が動詞するのは形容詞だ
ジョーとキャスお互いに相当ですね。 忘れられてたフランクが切ないです
☆words☆ idiot scotch tape practically infidelity [deにアクセント] out of hand harmless it 形 for 人 to 動
Cath: It's a beautiful day./ Isn't it/ just the most beautiful day?
Chris: I guess. Yeah, sure.
― 通りで車がぶつかりそうに・・・ ―
man1: Idiot, what are you doing?
man2: Where you going?/ I /got /the green light! /
Cath: Don't you just love/ New York/ in the fall?/
Perfect. (店の花の臭いをかぎながら) Can't beat that.
Chris: Scotch tape?/ What is going on/ with you?/
Cath: Nothing.
Chris: You're in love.
Cath:
In love? No. ...Yes. That's right./ I'm in love/ with Frank./
I/'m practically living/ with Frank./
Could you get/ our Christmas mailers/ out this week?/
Chris: Yeah, by Monday. I promise./ I/ have/ this paper due/ Friday./
What is going on?
Cath: Nothing. Nothing at all.
Chris: You know,/ I/ am just going to stand/ here/ until you tell me./
Cath: All right./ Is it infidelity/ if you're involved/ with someone/ on e-mail?/
Chris: Have you had sex?
Cath: No, of course not./ I/ don't even know/ him./
Chris: I mean cybersex. Don't do it. The minute/ you do,/
they/ lose/ all respect/ for you./
Cath:
It's/ not like that./ We just e-mail. It's really nothing.
On top of which,/ I'm thinking/ of stopping,/ because/ it's getting.../
Chris: Out of hand?
Cath: Confusing. But not. Because it's nothing.
Chris: Where/'d you meet/ him?/
Cath:
Listen, I can't even remember. ...On my birthday,
I wandered/ into the "over 30" room/ for a joke,/ sort of./
And he was there. And we started chatting.
Chris: About what?
Cath: Books and music,/ how much/ we both/ love/ New York./
Harmless, harmless. Meaningless. Bouquets of sharpened pencils.
Chris: Excuse me?
Cath: Forget it./ We/ don't talk/ about anything personal,/
so I/ don't know/ his name or what he does or where he lives exactly,
so it'll be easy/ for me/ to stop seeing him,/ because I'm not.