Ноттинг Хилл: Свидания вслепую Уильяма

You didn't know she had a boyfriend?

ju ˈdɪdənt noʊ ʃi hæd ə ˈbɔɪˌfrɛnd?

No. No. Why? Did you? Bloody hell. I don't believe it. My whole life ruined because I don't read 'Hello' magazine.

noʊ. noʊ. waɪ? dɪd ju? ˈblədi hɛl. aɪ doʊnt bɪˈliv ɪt. maɪ hoʊl laɪf ruɪnd bɪˈkəz aɪ doʊnt rɛd 'hɛˈloʊ' ˈmægəˌzin.

Let's face facts. This was always a no-win situation. Anna's a goddess. You know what happens to mortals who get involved with the gods.

lɛts feɪs fækts. ðɪs wɑz ˈɔlˌweɪz ə no-win ˌsɪʧuˈeɪʃən. ˈænəz ə ˈgɑdəs. ju noʊ wət ˈhæpənz tɪ ˈmɔrtəlz hu gɪt ˌɪnˈvɑlvd wɪθ ðə gɑdz.

Buggered, is it?

buggered, ɪz ɪt?

Every time. But don't despair. I think I have the solution to your problems.

ˈɛvəri taɪm. bət doʊnt dɪˈspɛr. aɪ θɪŋk aɪ hæv ðə səˈluʃən tɪ jʊr ˈprɑbləmz.

Really?

ˈrɪli?

Her name is Tessa and she works in the contracts department. The hair, I admit, is unfashionably frizzy but she's as bright as a button and kisses

hər neɪm ɪz ˈtɛsə ənd ʃi wərks ɪn ðə ˈkɑnˌtrækts dɪˈpɑrtmənt. ðə hɛr, aɪ ədˈmɪt, ɪz unfashionably frizzy bət ʃiz ɛz braɪt ɛz ə ˈbətən ənd ˈkɪsɪz

like a nymphomaniac on death row. Apparently.

laɪk ə ˌnɪmfoʊˈmeɪniˌæk ɔn dɛθ roʊ. əˈpɛrəntli.

Now try.

naʊ traɪ.

I got completely lost. It's real difficult, isn't it? Everything's got the word 'Kensington' in it. Kensington Park Road, Kensington Garden, Kensington

aɪ gɑt kəmˈplitli lɔst. ɪts ril ˈdɪfəkəlt, ˈɪzənt ɪt? ˈɛvriˌθɪŋz gɑt ðə wərd 'ˈkɛnzɪŋtən' ɪn ɪt. ˈkɛnzɪŋtən pɑrk roʊd, ˈkɛnzɪŋtən ˈgɑrdən, ˈkɛnzɪŋtən

bloody Park Garden...

ˈblədi pɑrk ˈgɑrdən...

Tessa, this is Bella, my wife.

ˈtɛsə, ðɪs ɪz ˈbɛlə, maɪ waɪf.

Hello, you're in a wheelchair.

hɛˈloʊ, jʊr ɪn ə ˈwiˌlʧɛr.

That's right.

ðæts raɪt.

And this is William.

ənd ðɪs ɪz ˈwɪljəm.

Hello William.

hɛˈloʊ ˈwɪljəm.

Hi.

haɪ.

Max has told me everything about you.

mæks həz toʊld mi ˈɛvriˌθɪŋ əˈbaʊt ju.

Has he?

həz hi?

Oh yes. You are a naughty boy!

oʊ jɛs. ju ər ə ˈnɔti bɔɪ!

Wine?

waɪn?

Oh yes please. Come on, Willie. Let's get sloshed.

oʊ jɛs pliz. kəm ɔn, ˈwɪli. lɛts gɪt sloshed.

Red or white?

rɛd ər waɪt?

Red.

rɛd.

Keziah. Some woodcock?

kəˈziə. səm ˈwʊdˌkɑk?

No, thank you. I'm a fruitarian.

noʊ, θæŋk ju. əm ə fruitarian.

What is a fruitarian exactly?

wət ɪz ə fruitarian ɪgˈzæktli?

We believe that fruits and vegetables have feelings, so we think cooking is cruel. We only eat things that have actually fallen from the tree or bush, and that are, in fact, dead already.

wi bɪˈliv ðət fruts ənd ˈvɛʤtəbəlz hæv ˈfilɪŋz, soʊ wi θɪŋk ˈkʊkɪŋ ɪz kruəl. wi ˈoʊnli it θɪŋz ðət hæv ˈæˌkʧuəli ˈfɑlən frəm ðə tri ər bʊʃ, ənd ðət ər, ɪn fækt, dɛd ɔˈrɛdi.

Right. Right. Interesting stuff. So these carrots...

raɪt. raɪt. ˈɪntəˌrɛstɪŋ stəf. soʊ ðiz ˈkɛrəts...

Have been murdered, yes.

hæv bɪn ˈmərdərd, jɛs.

Murdered? Those poor old carrots. That's beastly.

ˈmərdərd? ðoʊz pur oʊld ˈkɛrəts. ðæts ˈbiˌstli.

Delicious coffee.

dɪˈlɪʃəs ˈkɔfi.

I'm sorry about the lamb.

əm ˈsɑri əˈbaʊt ðə læm.

No, I thought it was really, you know, interesting.

noʊ, aɪ θɔt ɪt wɑz ˈrɪli, ju noʊ, ˈɪntəˌrɛstɪŋ.

Interesting means inedible.

ˈɪntəˌrɛstɪŋ minz ˌɪˈnɛdəbəl.

Really inedible. Yes, you're right.

ˈrɪli ˌɪˈnɛdəbəl. jɛs, jʊr raɪt.

Well, maybe we'll meet again.

wɛl, ˈmeɪbi wɪl mit əˈgɛn.

Yeah. Yeah. That would be, ah, be great.

jæ. jæ. ðət wʊd bi, ɑ, bi greɪt.