Bridget Jones's Diary 精彩片段:
SEPTEMBER Up The Fireman's Pole
Monday 4 September 9st, alcohol units 0, cigarettes 27, calories 15, minutes spent having imaginary conversations with Daniel telling him what I think of him 145 (good, better).
8 a.m. First day at new job. Must begin as mean to go on, with new calm, authoritative image.
And no smoking. Smoking is a sign of weakness and undermines ones personal authority.
8:30 a.m. Mum just rang, I assumed to wish me luck for the new job.
Guess what, darling? she began. What?’
Elaine has invited you to their ruby wedding! she said, pausing breathlessly and expectantly.
My mind went blank. Elaine? Brian — and — Elaine? Cohn-and-Elaine? Elaine-named-to-Gordon-who-used-to-be-head-of-Tarmacadamin-Kettering-Elaine?
She thought it might be nice to have one or two young uns there to keep Mark company.’
Ah. Malcolm and Elaine. Begetters of the overperfect Mark Darcy.
Apparently he told Elaine he thought you were very attractive.’
Durr! Dont lie, I muttered. Pleased though.
Well, Im sure thats what he meant, anyway, darling.’
What did he say? I hissed, suddenly suspicious.
He said you were very . . . ‘