人在囚徒电影中的经典台词有哪些
人在囚徒没看过，看过《人在囧图》
哈利波特与阿兹卡班的囚徒的经典台词对话
1、If you kill Harry, then you should we have to kill.如果你要杀哈利，那你要把我们也杀死
——罗恩2、Patron saint is a positive force, it is something initiated by Dementors food - hope, happiness, the desire to live - but it does not like real people do despair, so Dementors on the impossible It hurt.守护神是一种正面力量，它所倡导的东西正是摄魂怪的食粮——希望、快乐、活下去的愿望——但它不能像真正的人那样感到绝望，因此摄魂怪就没法伤害它。
——卢平3、Die than betray a friend, and we will do so for you!死了总比背叛朋友强，我们也会为你这样做的
——小天狼星布莱克4、Your father live in you, Harry, you need him, he was in you know.你爸爸活在你身上，哈利，在你需要他的时候，他在你身上表现得最清楚。
——邓不利多5.Not me in trouble and is usually trouble for me.不是我找麻烦而通常是麻烦找上我。
6.It became professor McGonagall, said that I failed to pass all the exams this semester! （赫敏和博格特对决，赫敏哭着跑出来说:）它变成了麦格教授,说我本学期考试全部不及格!”
哈利波特与阿兹卡班的囚徒台词
太多了，发不完 ，而且额...
我想要看一看电影“肖申克的救赎”中RED（瑞德）的独白台词。
肖申克的救赎》宣传语： Fear can hold you prisoner,hope can set you free. 怯懦囚禁灵魂,希望还你自由. A strong man can save himself,a great man can save another. 强者自救，圣者渡人Get busy living, Or get busy dying. 为活命奔波，或者等死。
Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies. 希望是美好的，也许是人间至善，而美好的事物永不消逝。
Some birds aren't meant to be caged, that's all. Their feathers are just too bright. 有的鸟毕竟是关不住的，它们的羽翼太光辉了
“These walls are kind of funny like that. First you hate them, then you get used to them. Enough time passed, get so you depend on them. That's institutionalizing.” 刚入狱的时候，你痛恨周围的高墙；慢慢的，你习惯生活在其中；最终你会发现自己不得不依靠它而生存。
那就是体制化。
Every man's got a breaking point. 每个人的忍耐都会有限度的。
Fear can hold you prisoner,hope can set you free. 恐惧可以困你成为囚徒，但希望可以让你释放给你自由。
我想找一篇播音主持艺考时的自备稿件
女生稿件。
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最好能是电影独白之类的，比如《囚徒》等
网上这样找一般是没用的，你可以查查历年大学朗诵比赛的稿件，例如齐越节。
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然后找到自己喜欢的再做相应的删改，就适合自己啦。
感情丰富和带入感觉，这些主要靠个人啦，所以选稿件最好要找角色定位和自己相近的。
这样既不会有重复，又有新鲜感。
哈利波特与阿斯卡班囚徒台词
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of AzkabanPart 1(Harry, Ron and Hermione are on the Hogwarts Express to school.)Harry: I didn't mean to blow her up. I just ... I lost control.Ron: Brilliant.Hermione: Honestly, Ron, It's not funny. Harry was lucky not to be 1)expelled. Harry: I think I was lucky not to be 2)arrested, actually.Ron: I still think it's brilliant.Hermione: Come on. Everywhere else is full.Ron: Who do you think that is?Hermione: Professor R. J. Lupin.Ron: Do you know everything? How is it she knows everything?Hermione: It's on his suitcase, 3)Ronald.Ron: Oh. Harry: Do you think he's really asleep?Hermione: Seems to be. Why?Harry: I've got to tell you something.(Harry closes the door.)Ron: Let me get this straight. 4)Sirius Black has escaped from Azkaban to come after you!?Harry: Yeah.Hermione: But they'll capture Black, won't they? I mean, everyone's looking for him.Ron: Sure, except, no one's ever broken out of Azkaban before, and he's a 5)murderous, 6)raving 7)lunatic.Harry: Thanks, Ron.(The train stops suddenly. )Hermione: Why are we stopping? We can't be there yet.(The train shakes.)Ron: What's going on?Harry: 8)Dunno. Maybe we've broken down.Hermione: Ouch, Ron! That was my foot.Ron: There's something moving out there.Harry: I think, someone’s coming on board.(The train shakes again.)Ron: Bloody hell! What's happening?(A dementor appears in front of Harry and draws a rattling breath. Pro. Lupin wakes up and drives it away. Harry passes out.)Hermione: Harry. Harry. Are you all right?Harry: Thank you.Lupin: Here, eat this. It'll help. It’s all right. It's chocolate.Harry: What was that thing? (Takes that chocolate) Okay.Lupin: It was a dementor; one of the guards of Azkaban. It's gone now. It was searching the train for Sirius Black. If you'll excuse me, I need to have a little word with the driver. Eat, you'll feel better.Harry: What happened to me?Ron: Well, you sort of went rigid. We thought maybe you were having a 9)fit or something.Harry: And did either of you two, you know, 10)pass out?Ron: No. I felt weird though, like I'd never be cheerful again. Harry: But someone was screaming. A woman. Hermione: No one was screaming, Harry. Part 2Snape: Turn to page three hundred and ninety-four.Harry: Excuse me, Sir. Where's Professor Lupin?Snape: That's not really your concern, is it Potter? 11)Suffice it to say that your professor finds himself incapable of teaching at the present time. Turn to page three hundred and ninety-four!Ron: 12)Werewolves! Hermione: But, sir, we've just begun learning about Red Caps and hinkypunks. We're not meant to start 13)nocturnal beasts for weeks.Snape: Quiet.Ron: (To Harry) When did she come in? Did you see her come in?Snape: Now. Which one of you can tell me the difference between an Animagus and a werewolf? ...No one? How disappointing.Hermione: Please, sir. An Animagus is a wizard who elects to turn into an animal. A werewolf has no choice. With each full moon, when he transforms, he no longer remembers who he is. He'd kill his best friend, if he crossed his path. Furthermore, the werewolf responds to the call of it's own kind.Malfoy: Awooooow!Snape: Thank you, Mr. Malfoy. (To Hermione) That is the second time you've spoken 14)out of turn, Miss Granger. Are you incapable of restraining yourself or do you take pride in being an insufferable 15)know-it-all?Ron: He's got a point, you know.Snape: Five points from Gryfindor. As an 16)antidote to your ignorance, and on my desk by Monday morning, two rolls of 17)parchment on the werewolf ... with particular emphasis on recognizing it.Harry: Sir, it's Quidditch tomorrow.Snape: Then I suggest you take extra care, Mr. Potter. 18)Loss of limb will not excuse you. Page three hundred and ninety-four. (To the class) The term werewolf is a 19)contraction of the Anglo-Saxon word “Were”, which means man and wolf, werewolf, man and wolf. There are several ways to become a werewolf. They include being in the power of shape-shifting...(During the Quidditch, Harry falls from the sky at the appearance of the dementors. Now Harry is asking the advise of his teacher, Pro. Lupin.)Lupin: It's uh, ... I'm sorry to hear about your broomstick. Is there no chance of fixing it?Harry: No. Professor, why do the dementors affect me so? I mean, more than everyone else? Lupin: Yes. The dementors are amongst the foulest creatures to walk this earth. They feed on every good feeling, every happy memory until a person is left with absolutely nothing but his worst experiences. You ... are not ... weak, Harry. The dementors affect you most of all because there are true horrors in your past, horrors your classmates can scarcely imagine. You have nothing to be ashamed of.Harry: I'm scared, professor.Lupin: Well, I'd consider you a fool if you weren't!Harry: I need to know how to fight them. You could teach me. You made that dementor on the train go away.Lupin: There was only one that night.Harry: But you made it go away.Lupin: I don't pretend to be an expert, Harry. But, as the dementors seem to have developed a particular interest in you, ahem, perhaps I should teach you, but after the holidays, but now, I need to rest.Part 3(Harry and Hermione slide down to the bottom of the tunnel and heard Ron's voice from a room at the end of it.)Harry: Ron!Hermione: Ron, are you OK?Harry: The dog! Where is it? Ron: Harry, it's a trap! He isn't a dog! He's an Animagus!Hermione: If you want to kill Harry, you'll have to kill us too.Sirius: No. Only one will die tonight.Harry: Then it'll be you!(Harry strikes Sirius and Sirius falls onto the ground.)Sirius: (laughs) Are you going to kill me, Harry? Lupin : Expelliarmus! Well, well, Sirius. Looking rather ragged, aren't we? Finally the flesh reflects the madness within. Sirius: Well, you'd know all about the madness within, wouldn't you, 20)Remus?(Sirius gets up and embraces Lupin.)Sirius: I found him.Lupin: I know.Sirius: It's him. Let's kill him!Hermione: No! I trusted you! And all this time, ... you've been his friend! (To Harry) He's a werewolf. That's why he's been missing classes. Lupin: How long have you known? Hermione: Since Professor Snape set the essay. Lupin: Well, well, well, Hermione, you really are the brightest witch of your age I've ever met.Sirius: Enough talk, Remus. Come on, let's kill him.Lupin: Wait! Sirius: I did my waiting! Twelve years of it ... in Azkaban!Lupin: Very well. Kill him! But wait ... one ... more ... minute. Harry has the right to know why.Harry: I know why. You betrayed my parents. You’re the reason they're dead!Lupin: No, Harry, it wasn't him. Somebody did betray your parents, but it was somebody who, until quite recently, I believed to be dead. Harry: Who was it, then?Sirius: Peter Pettigrew! And he's in this room, right now! Come out, come out, Peter. Come out, come out and play.Snape: (To Sirius) Expelliarmus! Ah, ... 21)vengeance is sweet! How I hoped I'd be the one to catch you.Lupin: 22)Severus... Snape: (To Lupin) I told Dumbledore you were helping an old friend into the castle, and now, here's the proof. Sirius: Brilliant, Snape. Once again, you've put your keen and 23)penetrating mind to the task, and as usual, come to the wrong conclusion. Now, if you'll excuse us, Remus and I have some unfinished business to attend to.Snape: (To Sirius) Give me a reason. I beg you!Lupin: Severus, don't be a fool. Sirius: He can't help it. It's habit by now.Lupin: Sirius, be quiet!
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哈利跟卢平教授学习守护神魔咒的那段，哈利需要快乐的回忆的那部分，特别感人啊At eight o'clock on Thursday evening, Harry left Gryffindor Tower for the History of Magic classroom. It was dark and empty when he arrived, but he lit the lamps with his wand and had waited only five minutes when Professor Lupin turned up, carrying a large packing case, which he heaved onto Professor Binn's desk. “What's that?” said Harry. “Another Boggart,” said Lupin, stripping off his cloak. “I've been combing the castle ever since Tuesday, and very luckily, I found this one lurking inside Mr. Filch's filing cabinet. It's the nearest we'll get to a real Dementor. The Boggart will turn into a Dementor when he sees you, so we'll be able to practice on him. I can store him in my office when we're not using him; there's a cupboard under my desk he'll like.” “Okay,” said Harry, trying to sound as though he wasn't apprehensive at all and merely glad that Lupin had found such a good substitute for a real Dementor. “So…” Professor Lupin had taken out his own wand, and indicated that Harry should do the same. “The spell I am going to try and teach you is highly advanced magic, Harry — well beyond Ordinary Wizarding Level. It is called the Patronus Charm.” “How does it work?” said Harry nervously. “Well, when it works correctly, It conjures up a Patronus,” said Lupin, “which is a kind of anti-Dementor — a guardian that acts as a shield between you and the Dementor.” Harry had a sudden vision of himself crouching behind a Hagrid-sized figure holding a large club. Professor Lupin continued, “The Patronus is a kind of positive force, a projection of the very things that the Dementor feeds upon — hope, happiness, the desire to survive — but it cannot feel despair, as real humans can, so the Dementors can't hurt it. But I must warn you, Harry, that the charm might be too advanced for you. Many qualified wizards have difficulty with it.” “What does a Patronus look like?” said Harry curiously. “Each one is unique to the wizard who conjures it.” “And how do you conjure it?” “With an incantation, which will work only if you are concentrating, with all your might, on a single, very happy memory.” Harry cast his mind about for a happy memory. Certainly, nothing that had happened to him at the Dursleys’ was going to do. Finally, he settled on the moment when he had first ridden a broomstick. “Right,” he said, trying to recall as exactly as possible the wonderful, soaring sensation of his stomach. “The incantation is this —” Lupin cleared his throat. “Expecto patronum!” “Expecto patronum,” Harry repeated under his breath, “expecto patronum.” “Concentrating hard on your happy memory?” “Oh — yeah —” said Harry, quickly forcing his thoughts back to that first broom ride. “Expecto patrono — no, patronum — sorry — expecto patronum, expecto patronum” Something whooshed suddenly out of the end of his wand; it looked like a wisp of silvery gas. “Did you see that?” said Harry excitedly. “Something happened!” “Very good,” said Lupin, smiling. “Right, then — ready to try it on a Dementor?” “Yes,” Harry said, gripping his wand very tightly, and moving into the middle of the deserted classroom. He tried to keep his mind on flying, but something else kept intruding…Any second now, he might hear his mother again…but he shouldn't think that, or he would hear her again, and he didn't want to…or did he? Lupin grasped the lid of the packing case and pulled. A Dementor rose slowly from the box, its hooded face turned toward Harry, one glistening, scabbed hand gripping its cloak. The lamps around the classroom flickered and went out. The Dementor stepped from the box and started to sweep silently toward Harry, drawing a deep, rattling breath. A wave of piercing cold broke over him — “Expecto patronum!” Harry yelled. “Expecto patronum! Expecto —” But the classroom and the Dementor were dissolving…Harry was falling again through thick white fog, and his mother's voice was louder than ever, echoing inside his head — “Not Harry! Not Harry! Please — I'll do anything —” “Stand aside — stand aside, girl —” “Harry!” Harry jerked back to life. He was lying flat on his back on the floor. The classroom lamps were alight again. He didn't have to ask what had happened. “Sorry,” he muttered, sitting up and feeling cold sweat trickling down behind his glasses. “Are you all right?” said Lupin. “Yes…” Harry pulled himself up on one of the desks and leaned against it. “Here —” Lupin handed him a Chocolate Frog. “Eat this before we try again. I didn't expect you to do it your first time; in fact, I would have been astounded if you had.” “It's getting worse,” Harry muttered, biting off the Frog's head. “I could hear her louder that time — and him — Voldemort —” Lupin looked paler than usual. “Harry, if you don't want to continue, I will more than understand —” “I do!” said Harry fiercely, stuffing the rest of the Chocolate Frog into his mouth. “I've got to! What if the Dementors turn up at our match against Ravenclaw? I can't afford to fall off again. If we lose this game we've lost the Quidditch Cup!” “All right then…” said Lupin. “You might want to select another memory, a happy memory, I mean, to concentrate on…That one doesn't seem to have been strong enough…” Harry thought hard and decided his feelings when Gryffindor had won the House Championship last year had definitely qualified as very happy. He gripped his wand tightly again and took up his position in the middle of the classroom. “Ready?” said Lupin, gripping the box lid. “Ready,” said Harry; trying hard to fill his head with happy thoughts about Gryffindor winning, and not dark thoughts about what was going to happen when the box opened. “Go!” said Lupin, pulling off the lid. The room went icily cold and dark once more. The Dementor glided forward, drawing its breath; one rotting hand was extending toward Harry — “Expecto patronum!” Harry yelled. “Expecto patronum! Expecto Pat —” White fog obscured his senses…big, blurred shapes were moving around him…then came a new voice, a man's voice, shouting, panicking — “Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off —” The sounds of someone stumbling from a room — a door bursting open — a cackle of high- pitched laughter — “Harry! Harry…wake up…” Lupin was tapping Harry hard on the face. This time it was a minute before Harry understood why he was lying on a dusty classroom floor. “I heard my dad,” Harry mumbled. “That's the first time I've ever heard him — he tried to take on Voldemort himself, to give my mum time to run for it…” Harry suddenly realized that there were tears on his face mingling with the sweat. He bent his face as low as possible, wiping them off on his robes, pretending to do up his shoelace, so that Lupin wouldn't see. “You heard James?” said Lupin in a strange voice. “Yeah…” Face dry, Harry looked up. “Why — you didn't know my dad, did you?” “I — I did, as a matter of fact,” said Lupin. “We were friends at Hogwarts. Listen, Harry — perhaps we should leave it here for tonight. This charm is ridiculously advanced…I shouldn't have suggested putting you through this…” “No!” said Harry. He got up again. “I'll have one more go! I'm not thinking of happy enough things, that's what it is…hang on…” He racked his brains. A really, really happy memory…one that he could turn into a good, strong Patronus.… The moment when he'd first found out he was a wizard, and would be leaving the Dursleys for Hogwarts! If that wasn't a happy memory, he didn't know what was…Concentrating very hard on how he had felt when he'd realized he'd be leaving Privet Drive, Harry got to his feet and faced the packing case once more. “Ready?” said Lupin, who looked as though he were doing this against his better judgment. “Concentrating hard? All right — go!” He pulled off the lid of the case for the third time, and the Dementor rose out of it; the room fell cold and dark — “EXPECTO PATRONUM!” Harry bellowed. “EXPECTO PATRONUM! EXPECTO PATRONUM!” The screaming inside Harry's head had started again — except this time, it sounded as though it were coming from a badly tuned radio — softer and louder and softer again…and he could still see the Dementor…it had halted…and then a huge, silver shadow came bursting out of the end of Harry's wand, to hover between him and the Dementor, and though Harry's legs felt like water, he was still on his feet — though for how much longer, he wasn't sure… “Riddikulus!” roared Lupin, springing forward. There was a loud crack, and Harry's cloudy Patronus vanished along with the Dementor; he sank into a chair, feeling as exhausted as if he'd just run a mile, and felt his legs shaking. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Professor Lupin forcing the Boggart back into the packing case with his wand; it had turned into a silvery orb again. “Excellent!” Lupin said, striding over to where Harry sat. “Excellent, Harry! That was definitely a start!” “Can we have another go? Just one more go?” “Not now,” said Lupin firmly. “You've had enough for one night. Here —” He handed Harry a large bar of Honeydukes’ best chocolate. “Eat the lot, or Madam Pomfrey will be after my blood. Same time next week?” “Okay,” said Harry. He took a bite of the chocolate and watched Lupin extinguishing the lamps that had rekindled with the disappearance of the Dementor. A thought had just occurred to him. “Professor Lupin?” he said. “If you knew my dad, you must've known Sirius Black as well.” Lupin turned very quickly. “What gives you that idea?” he said sharply. “Nothing — I mean, I just knew they were friends at Hogwarts too…” Lupin's face relaxed. “Yes, I knew him,” he said shortly. “Or I thought I did. You'd better be off, Harry, it's getting late.” Harry left the classroom, walking along the corridor and around a corner, then took a detour behind a suit of armor and sank down on its plinth to finish his chocolate, wishing he hadn't mentioned Black, as Lupin was obviously not keen on the subject. Then Harry's thoughts wandered back to his mother and father … He felt drained and strangely empty, even though he was so full of chocolate. Terrible though it was to hear his parents’ last moments replayed inside his head, these were the only times Harry had heard their voices since he was a very small child. But he'd never be able to produce a proper Patronus if he half wanted to hear his parents again … “They're dead,” he told himself sternly. “They're dead and listening to echoes of them won't bring them back. You'd better get a grip on yourself if you want that Quidditch Cup.” He stood up, crammed the last bit of chocolate into his mouth, and headed back to Gryffindor Tower.希望能帮到你啊
