凯利日记3 字幕 台词.doc

1.3 Before there was sex,before there was the city.There was just me—Carrie.Carrie Bradshaw.It’s 1984.Ronald Reagan and shoulder pads were all the rage.I’m trying to figure out who I am with the help of my family,my best friends. Mags,I thought you were hanging out with Walt tonight? He—he broke up with me. A sexy new guy… You wanna meet at the swim club today? I like the sound of that. And a hot new city. So it’s really gonna happen?My purse in “Interview” magazine? In two weeks’ time,two emaciated models will cling to that bag like their lives depend on it. Figuring out who I was and finding my voice wasn’t going to be easy,but I was pretty sure it was going to be a lot of fun. Let’s face it.Life is easier if you read the labels.Like”Do not put in dryer.””Expiration date—one week ago.”Everything we wear,everything we eat—they all have labels.The same is true for everyone we know.”Stoner.””Class clown.””Well-meaning but ultimately clueless guidance counselor.”And “the boy of my dreams.”Unfortunately,my dad had another label for Sebastian Kydd—“Poison.” Did your father say why he won’t let you date Sebastian? No,he’s probably just being overprotective.Nobody’s good enough for his perfect little girl. What you should do—go out with a real loser.Make your dad grateful you’re dating Sebastian.My dad’s a cop.I can probably find you someone with a record. I know all about the “Perfect daughter”thing.It’s the worst.You live your whole life in fear you’ll let your parents down. It’s one thing I don’t have to worry about.My parents will never use the word “Perfect” to describe me. You don’t have to worry either.I mean,you’re a straight “A” Student,and you dated a Princeton guy,which your parents must have loved. They don’t even know Seth exists.As far as they’re concerned,I can’t consider having a boyfriend until I’ve graduated summa cum laude from Harvard Medical School. Meanwhile,I live in the opposite world,where I’m afraid to tell my parents Walt and I broke up.My dad w