阿甘正传

汤姆·汉克斯	....	Forrest Gump
莎莉·菲尔德	....	Mrs. Gump
库尔特·拉塞尔	....	Elvis Presley (uncredited) (voice)
加里·辛尼斯	....	Lt. Dan Taylor
罗宾·莱特·潘	....	Jenny Curran

 

上映：1994年01月23日

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罗伯特·泽米吉斯 Robert Zemeckis

     在1995年的第六十七届奥斯卡金像奖最佳影片的角逐中，影片《阿甘正传》一举获得了

最佳影片、

最佳男主角、

最佳导演、

最佳改编剧本、

最佳剪辑、

最佳视觉效果

life was like a box of chocolates,you never know what you're going to get.

 

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Hello.
My name's Forrest. Forrest Gump.
Do you want a chocolate?
I could eat
about a million and a half of these.
My mama always said
life was like a box of chocolates.
You never know
what you're going to get.

Those must be comfortable shoes.


                  
I bet you could walk all day in shoes
like that and not feel a thing.


                  
- I wish I had shoes like that.
- My feet hurt.


                  
Mama always said there's an awful lot

 
                  
you can tell about a person
by their shoes.

 
                  
Where they're going,
where they've been.

 
                  
I've worn lots of shoes.

 
                  
I bet if I think about it real hard,

 
                  
I could remember
my first pair of shoes.

 
                  
Mama said they'd take me anywhere.

 
                  
She said they was my magic shoes.

 
                  
All right, Forrest,
open your eyes now.

 
                  
Let's take a little walk around.

 
                  
How do those feel?

 
                  
His legs are strong, Mrs Gump,
as strong as I've ever seen.

 
                  
But his back's as
crooked as a politician.

 
                  
But we're going to straighten him
right up, aren't we, Forrest?

 
                  
When I was a baby, Mama named me
after the great Civil War hero

 
                  
General Nathan Bedford Forrest.

 
                  
She said we was related to him
in some way.

 
                  
What he did was he started up
this club called the Ku Klux Klan.

 
                  
They'd all dress up
in their robes and their bed sheets

 
                  
and act like a bunch
of ghosts or spooks or something.

 
                  
They'd even put bed sheets
on their horses and ride around.

 
                  
And anyway, that's how
I got my name, Forrest Gump.

 
                  
Mama said the Forrest part
was to remind me that sometimes

 
                  
we all do things that, well,
just don't make no sense.

 
                  
This way. Hold on.

 
                  
All right.
What are y'all staring at?

 
                  
Haven't you ever seen a little boy
with braces on his legs before?

 
                  
Don't ever let anybody tell you
they're better than you, Forrest.

 
                  
If God wanted everybody
to be the same,

 
                  
he'd have given us all
braces on our legs.

 
                  
Mama always had a way of explaining
things so I could understand them.

 
                  
We lived about
a quarter mile off Route  

 
                  
about a half mile
from the town of Greenbow, Alabama.

 
                  
That's in the county of Greenbow.

 
                  
Our house had been in Mama's family
since her grandpa's grandpa's grandpa

 
                  
had come across the ocean
about a thousand years ago.

 
                  
Since it was just me and Mama
and we had all these empty rooms,

 
                  
Mama decided to let those rooms out,
mostly to people passing through,

 
                  
like from Mobile,
Montgomery, places like that.

 
                  
That's how me and Mama got money.
Mama was a real smart lady.

 
                  
Remember what I told you, Forrest.

 
                  
You're no different
than anybody else is.

 
                  
Did you hear what I said, Forrest?
You're the same as everybody else.

 
                  
You are no different.

 
                  
Your boy's different, Mrs Gump.
His I.Q. Is   .

 
                  
Well, we're all different,
Mr Hancock.

 
                  
She wanted me to have
the finest education,

 
                  
so she took me to
the Greenbow County Central School.

 
                  
I met the principal and all.

 
                  
I want to show you
something, Mrs Gump.

 
                  
Now, this is normal.
Forrest is right here.

 
                  
The state requires a minimum I.Q.
Of    to attend public school.

 
                  
Mrs Gump, he's going to have
to go to a special school.

 
                  
- He'll be just fine.
- What does normal mean anyway?

 
                  
He might be a bit on the slow side,
but my boy Forrest

 
                  
will get the same opportunities
as everyone else.

 
                  
He's not going to some special school
to learn how to retread tyres.

 
                  
We're talking about
five little points here.

 
                  
There must be something can be done.

 
                  
We're a progressive school system.

 
                  
We don't want to see
anybody left behind.

 
                  
Is there a Mr Gump, Mrs Gump?

 
                  
He's on vacation.

 
                  
Your mama sure does care
about your schooling, son.

 
                  
You don't say much, do you?

 
                  
"Finally, he had to try.
It looked easy, but...

 
                  
"Oh, what happened. First they..."

 
                  
- Mama, what's vacation mean?
- Vacation?

 
                  
Where daddy went?

 
                  
Vacation's when you go somewhere...
and you don't ever come back.

 
                  
Anyway, I guess you could say
me and Mama was on our own.

 
                  
But we didn't mind.
Our house was never empty.

 
                  
There was always
folks coming and going.

 
                  
- Supper! It's supper, everyone!
- That sure looks special.

 
                  
Sometimes, we had so many people
staying with us

 
                  
that every room was filled,
with travellers, you know,

 
                  
folks living out of their suitcases
and hat cases and sample cases.

 
                  
Forrest Gump,
it's suppertime! Forrest?

 
                  
One time, a young man was staying
with us, and he had a guitar case.

 
                  
Forrest, I told you not to bother
this nice young man.

 
                  
No, that's all right, ma'am.

 
                  
I was showing him
a thing or two on the guitar.

 
                  
All right. Supper's ready
if y'all want to eat.

 
                  
Yeah, that sounds good.
Thank you, ma'am.

 
                  
Say, show me that crazy little walk
you did there. Slow it down some.

 
                  
I liked that guitar. It sounded good.

 
                  
I started moving around to the music,
swinging my hips.

 
                  
This one night,
me and Mama was out shopping,

 
                  
and we walked by Benson's furniture
and appliance store, and guess what?

 
                  
This is not for children's eyes.

 
                  
Some years later, that handsome
young man who they called The King,

  
                  
well, he sung too many songs.

  
                  
Had himself a heart attack
or something.

  
                  
It must be hard being a king.

  
                  
It's funny how you remember some
things, but some things you can't.

  
                  
- You do your very best now, Forrest.
- I sure will, Mama.

  
                  
I remember the bus ride
on the first day of school very well.

  
                  
Are you coming along?

  
                  
Mama said not to take rides
from strangers.

  
                  
This is the bus to school.

  
                  
- I'm Forrest, Forrest Gump.
- I'm Dorothy Harris.

  
                  
Well, now we ain't strangers anymore.

  
                  
This seat's taken.

  
                  
It's taken.

  
                  
You can't sit here.

  
                  
You know, it's funny what
a young man recollects,

  
                  
'cause I don't remember being born.

  
                  
I don't recall what I got
for my first Christmas,

  
                  
and I don't know when I went
on my first outdoor picnic,

  
                  
but I do remember
the first time I heard

  
                  
the sweetest voice in the wide world.

  
                  
You can sit here if you want.

  
                  
I had never seen anything
so beautiful in my life.

  
                  
She was like an angel.

  
                  
Well, are you going
to sit down or aren't you?

  
                  
What's wrong with your legs?

  
                  
Nothing at all, thank you.
My legs are just fine and dandy.

  
                  
I just sat next to her on that bus

  
                  
and had a conversation
all the way to school.

  
                  
My back's crooked
like a question mark.

  
                  
Next to Mama, no one ever talked
to me or asked me questions.

  
                  
Are you stupid or something?

  
                  
Mama says,
"Stupid is as stupid does."

  
                  
- I'm Jenny.
- I'm Forrest, Forrest Gump.

  
                  
From that day on,
we was always together.

  
                  
Jenny and me
was like peas and carrots.

  
                  
She taught me how to climb.

  
                  
Come on, Forrest, you can do it.

  
                  
I showed her how to dangle.

  
                  
She helped me learn how to read,
and I showed her how to swing.

  
                  
Sometimes, we'd just sit out
and wait for the stars.

  
                  
- Mama's going to worry about me.
- Just stay a little longer.

  
                  
For some reason,
Jenny never wanted to go home.

  
                  
OK, Jenny, I'll stay.

  
                  
She was my most special friend.

  
                  
My only friend.

  
                  
My Mama always told me
that miracles happen every day.

  
                  
Some people don't think so,
but they do.

  
                  
Hey, dummy!

  
                  
Are you retarded,
or just plain stupid?

  
                  
- Look, I'm Forrest Gimp.
- Just run away, Forrest.

  
                  
Run, Forrest! Run away! Hurry!

  
                  
- Get the bikes!
- Let's get him! Come on!

  
                  
Look out, dummy!
We're going to get you!

  
                  
Run, Forrest, run! Run, Forrest!

  
                  
Come back here, you!

  
                  
Run, Forrest! Run!

  
                  
You wouldn't
believe it if I told you,

  
                  
but I can run like the wind blows.

  
                  
From that day on, if I was
going somewhere, I was running.

  
                  
That boy sure is a running fool.

  
                  
Remember how I told you that Jenny
never seemed to want to go home?

  
                  
She lived in a house
that was as old as Alabama.

  
                  
Her mama had gone to heaven
when she was five,

  
                  
and her daddy was
some kind of a farmer.

  
                  
Jenny?

  
                  
He was a very loving man.

  
                  
He was always kissing
and touching her and her sisters.

  
                  
And then this one time, Jenny
wasn't on the bus to go to school.

  
                  
Jenny,
why didn't you come to school today?

  
                  
Daddy's taking a nap.

  
                  
Come on!

  
                  
Jenny, where'd you run to?
You better get back here, girl!

  
                  
Where you at?

  
                  
Jenny! Jenny, where you at?

  
                  
Pray with me, Forrest. Pray with me.

  
                  
Dear God, make me a bird so I can fly
far, far, far away from here.

  
                  
Dear God, make me a bird
so I can fly far...

  
                  
Mama always said God is mysterious.

  
                  
He didn't turn Jenny
into a bird that day.

  
                  
Instead, he had the police say

  
                  
Jenny didn't have to stay
in that house no more.

  
                  
She was to live with her grandma,
just over on Creekmore Avenue,

  
                  
which made me happy,
'cause she was so close.

  
                  
Some nights, Jenny'd sneak out
and come on over to my house,

  
                  
just 'cause she said she was scared.
Scared of what, I don't know.

  
                  
But I think it was her grandma's dog.
He was a mean dog.

  
                  
Anyway, Jenny and me was best friends
all the way up through high school.

  
                  
- Hey, stupid!
- Quit it!

  
                  
Run, Forrest, run!

  
                  
- Didn't you hear me, stupid?
- Run, Forrest!

  
                  
Get in the truck!
Come on! He's getting away! Move it!

  
                  
Run, Forrest! Run!

  
                  
Run, Forrest!

  
                  
Now, it used to be
I ran to get where I was going.

  
                  
I never thought
it would take me anywhere.

  
                  
Who in the hell is that?

  
                  
That is Forrest Gump, coach.
Just a local idiot.

  
                  
And can you believe it?
I got to go to college, too.

  
                  
- Forrest, move it! Run!
- OK!

  
                  
- Run!
- Run, you stupid son of a bitch!

  
                  
Run, son of a bitch, run! Go! Run!

  
                  
He must be the stupidest son of
a bitch alive, but he sure is fast.

  
                  
Now, maybe it's just me,
but college was very confusing times.

  
                  
Federal troops,
enforcing a court order,

  
                  
integrated
the University of Alabama today.

  
                  
Two Negroes were admitted,

  
                  
but only after Governor George
Wallace had carried out

  
                  
his symbolic threat
to stand in the schoolhouse door.

  
                  
Earl, what's going on?

  
                  
Coons are trying to get into school.

  
                  
Coons? When racoons
tried getting on our back porch,

  
                  
Mama just chased them off
with a broom.

  
                  
Not racoons, you idiot. Niggers.
They want to go to school with us.

  
                  
With us? They do?

  
                  
Shortly after Governor Wallace

  
                  
had carried out his promise
to block the doorway,

  
                  
President Kennedy
ordered the Secretary of Defence

  
                  
to use military force.

  
                  
Here, by videotape,
is the encounter by General Graham,

  
                  
commander of the national guard,
and Governor Wallace.

  
                  
Because these national guardsmen
are here today

  
                  
as federal soldiers for Alabama,
and they live within our borders.

  
                  
They are our brothers.
We are winning in this fight,

  
                  
because we are awakening
the American people to the dangers

  
                  
that we have spoken about
so many times, so evident today,

  
                  
a trend toward military
dictatorship in this country.

  
                  
And so, at day's end,

  
                  
the University of Alabama
in Tuscaloosa had been desegregated,

  
                  
and students Jimmy Hood
and Vivian Malone

  
                  
had been signed up
for summer classes.

  
                  
Ma'am, you dropped your book. Ma'am.

  
                  
Governor Wallace
did what he promised.

  
                  
By being on the Tuscaloosa campus,
he kept the mob from gathering...

  
                  
- Say, wasn't that Gump?
- Naw, that couldn't be.

  
                  
It sure as hell was.

  
                  
A few years later, that angry
little man at the schoolhouse door

  
                  
thought it'd be a good idea
and ran for President.

  
                  
But somebody thought that it wasn't.
But he didn't die.

  
                  
- My bus is here.
- Is it the number nine?

  
                  
- No, it's the number four.
- It was nice talking to you.

  
                  
I remember when that happened, when
Wallace got shot. I was in college.

  
                  
Did you go to a girls college
or a girls and boys together college?

  
                  
It was coed.

  
                  
Jenny went to a college I couldn't go
to. It was a college just for girls.

  
                  
But I'd go and visit her
every chance I got.

  
                  
That hurts.

  
                  
Forrest, stop it! Stop it!
What are you doing?

  
                  
- He was hurting you.
- No, he wasn't! Get over there!

  
                  
- Billy, I'm sorry.
- Just keep away from me.

  
                  
Don't be such a... Don't go.
Billy, wait a second.

  
                  
He doesn't know any better.

  
                  
Forrest, why'd you do that?

  
                  
I brought you some chocolate.
I'm sorry.

  
                  
I'll go back to my college now.

  
                  
Look at you.

  
                  
Come on. Come on.

  
                  
Is this your own room?

  
                  
Do you ever dream, Forrest,
about who you're going to be?

  
                  
Who I'm going to be?
Aren't I going to be me?

  
                  
You'll always be you,
just another kind of you.

  
                  
You know? I want to be famous.

  
                  
I want to be a singer
like Joan Baez.

  
                  
I just want to be on an empty stage
with my guitar, my voice.

  
                  
Just me.

  
                  
And I want to reach people
on a personal level.

  
                  
I want to be able to say things,
just one to one.

  
                  
Have you ever been with a girl,
Forrest?

  
                  
I sit next to them in my home
economics class all the time.

  
                  
I'm sorry.

  
                  
- It's OK.
- Sorry.

  
                  
It's all right.

  
                  
- It's OK.
- I'm dizzy.

  
                  
I'll bet that never
happened in home ec.

  
                  
No.

  
                  
I think I ruined
your roommate's bathrobe.

  
                  
I don't care.
I don't like her anyway.

  
                  
College ran by real fast
'cause I played so much football.

  
                  
They even put me on a thing
called the All-America team

  
                  
where you get to meet the President
of the United States.

  
                  
President Kennedy met with the
collegiate All-American football team

  
                  
at the Oval Office today.

  
                  
The really good thing about meeting
the President of the United States

  
                  
is the food.
They put you in this little room

  
                  
with just about anything
you'd want to eat or drink.

  
                  
But since, number one,
I wasn't hungry, but thirsty,

  
                  
and number two, they was free, I must
have drank about    Dr Peppers.

  
                  
How does it feel
to be an All-American?

  
                  
It's an honour, sir.

  
                  
How does it feel
to be an All-American?

  
                  
Very good, sir.

  
                  
How does it feel
to be an All-American?

  
                  
Very good, sir.

  
                  
- Congratulations. How do you feel?
- I got to pee.

  
                  
I believe he said he had to pee.

  
                  
Some time later,
for no particular reason,

  
                  
somebody shot that nice young
President when he was in his car.

  
                  
And a few years after that, somebody
shot his little brother, too,

  
                  
only he was in a hotel kitchen.

  
                  
Must be hard being brothers.
I wouldn't know.

  
                  
Now can you believe it?

  
                  
After only five years of playing
football, I got a college degree.

  
                  
Congratulations, son.

  
                  
Mama was so proud.

  
                  
Forrest, I'm so proud of you.
I'll hold this for you.

  
                  
Congratulations, son.

  
                  
Have you given
any thought to your future?

  
                  
Thought?

  
                  
Hello. I'm Forrest. Forrest Gump.

  
                  
Nobody gives a horse's
who you are, pus ball!

  
                  
You're not even a lowlife,
scum-sucking maggot!

  
                  
Get your maggoty ass on the bus!
You're in the army now!

  
                  
- Seat's taken.
- Taken.

  
                  
At first it seemed
like I made a mistake.

  
                  
It was only my induction day,
and I was getting yelled at.

  
                  
Sit down if you want to.

  
                  
I didn't know who I might meet
or what they might ask.

  
                  
You ever been on a real shrimp boat?

  
                  
No. But I been on a real big boat.

  
                  
I'm talking about
a shrimp catching boat.

  
                  
I been working on shrimp boats
all my life.

  
                  
I started out on my uncle's boat
when I was about maybe nine.

  
                  
I was just looking into buying
my own boat and got drafted.

  
                  
My given name
is Benjamin Buford Blue.

  
                  
People call me Bubba, just like
one of them old redneck boys.

  
                  
Can you believe that?

  
                  
My name's Forrest Gump.
People call me Forrest Gump.

  
                  
So Bubba was from Bayou La Batre,
Alabama, and his mama cooked shrimp.

  
                  
And her mama before her
cooked shrimp,

  
                  
and her mama before her mama
cooked shrimp, too.

  
                  
Bubba's family knew
everything there was to know

  
                  
about the shrimping business.

  
                  
I know everything there is to know
about the shrimping business.

  
                  
I'm going into the shrimping business
myself after I get out of the army.

  
                  
Gump! What's your sole purpose
in this army?

  
                  
To do whatever you tell me,
drill sergeant!

  
                  
God damn it, Gump,
you're a goddamn genius.

  
                  
That's the most outstanding answer
I've ever heard.

  
                  
You must have a goddamn I.Q. Of    .
You are goddamn gifted, Private Gump.

  
                  
Listen up, people!

  
                  
For some reason, I fit in the army
like one of them round pegs.

  
                  
It's not really hard.

  
                  
You just make your bed neat,
remember to stand up straight,

  
                  
and always answer every question
with "Yes, drill sergeant."

  
                  
- Is that clear?
- Yes, drill sergeant!

  
                  
What you do is
drag your nets along the bottom.

  
                  
On a good day, you can catch
over a hundred pounds of shrimp.

  
                  
Everything goes all right,
two men shrimping ten hours,

  
                  
less what you spends on gas...

  
                  
- Done, drill sergeant!
- Gump!

  
                  
Why did you put that weapon
together so quickly?

  
                  
You told me to, drill sergeant.

  
                  
Jesus H. Christ.
This is a new company record.

  
                  
If it wasn't a waste
of a fine enlisted man,

  
                  
I'd recommend you for O.C.S.,
Private Gump.

  
                  
You're going to be a general someday!

  
                  
Now disassemble your weapon
and continue!

  
                  
Anyway, like I was saying,
shrimp is the fruit of the sea.

  
                  
You can barbecue it,
boil it, broil it, bake it, saut?it.

  
                  
There's shrimp kabobs, shrimp creole,

  
                  
shrimp gumbo, pan fried,
deep fried, stir fried.

  
                  
There's pineapple shrimp
and lemon shrimp, coconut shrimp,

  
                  
pepper shrimp,
shrimp soup, shrimp stew,

  
                  
shrimp salad, shrimp in potatoes,
shrimp burger, shrimp sandwich.

  
                  
That's about it.

  
                  
Night-time in the army
is a lonely time.

  
                  
We'd lay there in our bunks,
and I'd miss my mama,

  
                  
and I'd miss Jenny.

  
                  
Gump, get a load of the tits on her.

  
                  
Turns out Jenny had gotten
into some trouble

  
                  
over some photos of her
in her college sweater.

  
                  
And she was thrown out of school.

  
                  
But that wasn't a bad thing,

  
                  
'cause a man who owns a theatre
in Memphis, Tennessee,

  
                  
saw those photos and offered Jenny
a job singing in a show.

  
                  
The first chance I got,
I took the bus up to Memphis

  
                  
to see her perform in that show.

  
                  
That was Amber, Amber Flame.
Give her a big hand.

  
                  
And now, for your listening
and viewing pleasure,

  
                  
direct from Hollywood, California,
our very own beatnik beauty.

  
                  
Let's give a big round of applause
to the luscious Bobbie Dylon.

  
                  
Her dream had come true.
She was a folk singer.

  
                  
- Come on baby, shake it up now!
- Somebody get her a harmonica.

  
                  
- This ain't Captain Kangaroo!
- I got something here for you.

  
                  
God damn it!

  
                  
Hey, you stupid jerk!
I'm singing a song here.

  
                  
Paulie, get out here!

  
                  
Shut up!

  
                  
Forrest! What are you doing here?
What are you doing?

  
                  
What are you doing, Forrest?
Let me down!

  
                  
You can't keep doing this, Forrest.
You can't keep trying to rescue me.

  
                  
- They was trying to grab you.
- A lot of people try to grab me.

  
                  
You can't keep
doing this all the time.

  
                  
I can't help it. I love you.

  
                  
You don't know what love is.

  
                  
You remember that time
we prayed, Forrest?

  
                  
We prayed for God to turn me
into a bird so I could fly far away?

  
                  
Yes, I do.

  
                  
You think
I could fly off this bridge?

  
                  
What do you mean, Jenny?

  
                  
Nothing.

  
                  
I gotta get out of here.

  
                  
- Wait, Jenny.
- Forrest, you stay away from me, OK?

  
                  
Just stay away from me, please.

  
                  
- Can I have a ride?
- Where are you going?

  
                  
- I don't care.
- Get in the truck.

  
                  
So bye-bye, Jenny.

  
                  
They sending me to Vietnam.

  
                  
It's this whole other country.

  
                  
Just hang on a minute.

  
                  
Listen, you promise me something, OK?

  
                  
Just if you're ever in trouble,
don't be brave.

  
                  
- You just run, OK? Just run away.
- OK.

  
                  
I'll write you all the time.

  
                  
And just like that, she was gone.

  
                  
You come back safe to me.
Do you hear?

  
                  
They told us that Vietnam
was going to be very different

  
                  
from the United States of America.

  
                  
Except for all the beer cans
and barbecues, it was.

  
                  
I'll bet there's shrimp
all in these waters.

  
                  
They tell me these Vietnams
is good shrimp.

  
                  
After we win this war
and we take over everything,

  
                  
we can get American shrimpers out
here and shrimp these waters.

  
                  
Just shrimp all the time, man.

  
                  
- You must be my FNGs.
- Morning, sir.

  
                  
Get your hands down.
Do not salute me.

  
                  
There are goddamn snipers
all around this area

  
                  
who'd love to grease an officer.

  
                  
I'm Lieutenant Dan Taylor.
Welcome to Fort Platoon.

  
                  
- What's wrong with your lip?
- I was born with big gums, sir.

  
                  
Well, you better tuck that in.
Gonna get that caught on a trip wire.

  
                  
Where are you boys from in the world?

  
                  
- Alabama, sir!
- You twins?

  
                  
No. We are not relations, sir.

  
                  
Look, it's pretty basic here.
You stick with me and learn

  
                  
from the guys who've been in country
a while, you'll be all right.

  
                  
There is one item of G.I. Gear

  
                  
that can be the difference
between life and death. Socks.

  
                  
Cushioned sole, O.D. Green.
Try and keep your feet dry.

  
                  
When we're out humpin',
change your socks whenever we stop.

  
                  
The Mekong will eat
a grunt's feet right off his legs.

  
                  
Sergeant Sims. God damn it, where's
that sling rope I said to order?

  
                  
- I put in the requisitions.
- Well, call those sons of bitches...

  
                  
Lieutenant Dan knew his stuff. I felt
real lucky he was my lieutenant.

  
                  
He was from a long,
great military tradition.

  
                  
Somebody in his family
had fought and died

  
                  
in every single American war.

  
                  
God damn it, kick some ass.
Get on it!

  
                  
I guess you could say
he had a lot to live up to.

  
                  
So, you boys from Arkansas?
Well, I been through there.

  
                  
Little Rock's a fine town.

  
                  
Now, shake down your gear.
See the platoon sergeant.

  
                  
Draw what you need for the field.

  
                  
If you boys are hungry, we got
steaks burning right over here.

  
                  
Two standing orders in this platoon.
One, take good care of your feet.

  
                  
Two, try not to do anything stupid,
like getting yourself killed.

  
                  
I sure hope I don't let him down.

  
                  
I got to see a lot of countryside.
We would take these real long walks.

  
                  
And we were always lookin'
for this guy named Charlie.

  
                  
- Hold it up!
- Hold up, boys!

  
                  
It wasn't always fun.

  
                  
Lieutenant Dan was always getting
these funny feelings

  
                  
about a rock or a trail or the road,
so he'd tell us to get down, shut up.

  
                  
Get down! Shut up!

  
                  
So we did.

  
                  
I don't know much about anything,

  
                  
but I think some of America's
best young men served in this war.

  
                  
There was Dallas from Phoenix.

  
                  
Cleveland, he was from Detroit.

  
                  
Hey, Tex. What the hell's going on?

  
                  
And Tex was... Well, I don't
remember where Tex come from.

  
                  
Ah, nothing.

  
                  
Fourth platoon, on your feet.

  
                  
Y'all got    clicks
to go to that river. Move out.

  
                  
- One, two, hup!
- Step it up! Look alive out there.

  
                  
The good thing about Vietnam
is there was always someplace to go.

  
                  
Fire in the hole!

  
                  
Gump, check out that hole.

  
                  
And there was always something to do.

  
                  
Mount 'em up!
Spread out! Cover his back!

  
                  
One day it started raining,
and it didn't quit for four months.

  
                  
We've been through every
kind of rain there is.

  
                  
Little bitty stinging rain
and big old fat rain,

  
                  
rain that flew in sideways,
and sometimes rain even seemed

  
                  
to come straight up from underneath.

  
                  
Shoot, it even rained at night.

  
                  
- Hey, Forrest.
- Hey, Bubba.

  
                  
I'm going to lean up against you.
You lean up against me.

  
                  
This way we don't have to sleep
with our heads in the mud.

  
                  
You know why
we're a good partnership, Forrest?

  
                  
'Cause we be watching out for one
another, like brothers and stuff.

  
                  
Hey, Forrest,
something I been thinking about.

  
                  
I got a very important question
to ask you.

  
                  
How would you like to go
into the shrimping business with me?

  
                  
- OK.
- Man, I tell you what.

  
                  
I got it all figured out, too.

  
                  
So many pounds of shrimp
will pay off the boat.

  
                  
So many pounds for gas.
We'll live right on the boat.

  
                  
We ain't got to pay no rent.

  
                  
We can just work it together, split
everything right down the middle.

  
                  
Man, I'm telling you,   -  . Hey,
Forrest, all the shrimp you can eat.

  
                  
That's a fine idea.

  
                  
Bubba did have a fine idea.

  
                  
I even wrote Jenny
and told her all about it.

  
                  
I sent her letters.
Not every day, but almost.

  
                  
I told her what I was doing
and asked her what she was doing,

  
                  
and told her
how I thought about her always.

  
                  
And how I was looking forward
to getting a letter from her

  
                  
just as soon as she had the time.

  
                  
I'd always let her know
that I was OK.

  
                  
Then I'd sign each letter
"Love, Forrest Gump."

  
                  
This one day,
we was out walking like always,

  
                  
and then, just like that,
somebody turned off the rain,

  
                  
and the sun come out.

  
                  
Ambush! Take cover!

  
                  
- Get that pig up here, God damn it!
- Forrest, are you OK?

  
                  
Strong Arm, Strong Arm!

  
                  
- We've got a man down.
- Strong Arm, this is Leg Lima  !

  
                  
Roger, Strong Arm! We have incoming
from the treeline at Point Blue...

  
                  
...plus two! A.K. S and rockets!
We're getting it hard!

  
                  
- Misfire! Misfire!
- God damn it!

  
                  
Get that pig uned
and put it in the treeline!

  
                  
They got us down, hard and hurt.

  
                  
We're going to move back
to the blue line.

  
                  
Pull back! Pull back!

  
                  
- Forrest! Run, Forrest!
- Pull back!

  
                  
- Run! Run, man! Run!
- Pull back, Gump!

  
                  
Run, God damn it! Run!

  
                  
I ran and ran
just like Jenny told me to.

  
                  
I ran so far so fast that soon I was
all by myself, which was a bad thing.

  
                  
Bubba was my best good friend.
I had to make sure he was OK.

  
                  
Where the hell are you?

  
                  
And on my way back to find Bubba,
there was a boy laying on the ground.

  
                  
Tex. OK.

  
                  
I couldn't let him lay there
all alone, scared the way he was,

  
                  
so I grabbed him up
and run him out of there.

  
                  
Every time I went back
looking for Bubba,

  
                  
somebody else was saying,
"Help me, Forrest, help me!"

  
                  
OK. Here. Here.

  
                  
No sweat, man.
Lay back. You'll be OK.

  
                  
I started to get scared
that I might never find Bubba.

  
                  
I know my position is danger close!
We got Charlie all over this area.

  
                  
I got to have those fast movers
in here now. Over.

  
                  
Lieutenant Dan, Coleman's dead!

  
                  
I know he's dead! My whole
goddamn platoon is wiped out!

  
                  
God damn it! What are you doing?
You leave me here!

  
                  
Get away.
Just leave me here! Get out!

  
                  
God, I said leave me here,
God damn it!

  
                  
Leg Lima six, this is strong-arm.

  
                  
Be advised your fast
movers are inbound. Over.

  
                  
Then it felt like something
just jumped up and bit me.

  
                  
Something bit me!

  
                  
Goddamn son of a bitch!

  
                  
I can't leave the platoon.
I told you to leave me there, Gump.

  
                  
Forget about me. Get yourself out!
Did you hear what I said?

  
                  
Gump, damn it, put me down.
Get your ass out of here.

  
                  
I didn't ask you to pull me out
of there, God damn you!

  
                  
- Where do you think you're going?
- To get Bubba.

  
                  
I got an air strike
inbound right now.

  
                  
They're going to nape the whole area.
Stay here! That's an order.

  
                  
I gotta find Bubba!

  
                  
I'm OK, Forrest. I'm OK.

  
                  
- Bubba, no.
- I'll be all right.

  
                  
Come on. Come on. Come on.

  
                  
I'm OK, Forrest.

  
                  
I'm OK. I'm fine.

  
                  
Top smoke. Get it up there.

  
                  
If I'd have known this was going
to be the last time me and Bubba

  
                  
was gonna talk, I'd of thought
of something better to say.

  
                  
- Hey, Bubba.
- Hey, Forrest.

  
                  
- Forrest, why did this happen?
- You got shot.

  
                  
Then Bubba said something
I won't ever forget.

  
                  
I want to go home.

  
                  
Bubba was my best good friend.

  
                  
And even I know that ain't something
you can find just around the corner.

  
                  
Bubba was going to be
a shrimping boat captain,

  
                  
but instead, he died right
there by that river in Vietnam.

  
                  
That's all I have to say about that.

  
                  
It was a bullet, wasn't it?

  
                  
- A bullet?
- That jumped up and bit you.

  
                  
Yes, sir.
Bit me directly in the but-tocks.

  
                  
They said it was a million
dollar wound, but...

  
                  
The army must keep that money,

  
                  
'cause I still ain't seen a nickel
of that million dollars.

  
                  
The only good thing
about being wounded in the but-tocks

  
                  
is the ice cream.

  
                  
They gave me all the ice cream
I could eat. And guess what?

  
                  
A good friend of mine was
in the bed right next door.

  
                  
Lieutenant Dan,
I got you some ice cream.

  
                  
Lieutenant Dan, ice cream!

  
                  
It's time for your bath,
Lieutenant.

  
                  
Harper!

  
                  
Cooper. Larson.

  
                  
Webster. Gump.

  
                  
- Gump!
- I'm Forrest Gump.

  
                  
Kyle. Nichols.

  
                  
McMill. Johnson.

  
                  
Gump, how can you watch
that stupid ? Turn it off.

  
                  
You are tuned to the American Forces
Vietnam Network.

  
                  
This is Channel   Saigon.

  
                  
Good catch, Gump.
You know how to play this?

  
                  
Come on. Let me show you.

  
                  
The secret to this game is
no matter what happens,

  
                  
never, ever take your eye
off the ball.

  
                  
All right.

  
                  
For some reason, ping-pong
came very natural to me.

  
                  
See? Any idiot can play.

  
                  
So I started playing it all the time.

  
                  
I played ping-pong even when I didn't
have anyone to play ping-pong with.

  
                  
The hospital's people said it
made me look like a duck in water,

  
                  
whatever that means.

  
                  
Even Lieutenant Dan
would come and watch me play.

  
                  
I played ping-pong so much,
I even played it in my sleep.

  
                  
Now, you listen to me.
We all have a destiny.

  
                  
Nothing just happens.
It's all part of a plan!

  
                  
I should have died
out there with my men,

  
                  
but now, I'm nothing but
a goddamn cripple, a legless freak!

  
                  
Look. Look! Look at me!
You see that?

  
                  
Do you know what it's like
not to be able to use your legs?

  
                  
Yes, sir, I do.

  
                  
Did you hear what I said?
You cheated me! I had a destiny.

  
                  
I was supposed to die in the field
with honour!

  
                  
That was my destiny,
and you cheated me out of it!

  
                  
You understand what I'm saying, Gump?

  
                  
This wasn't supposed to happen,
not to me. I had a destiny.

  
                  
I was Lieutenant Dan Taylor.

  
                  
You're still Lieutenant Dan.

  
                  
Look at me.
What am I going to do now?

  
                  
What am I going to do now?

  
                  
PFC Gump?

  
                  
- Yes, sir!
- As you were.

  
                  
Son, you been awarded
the Medal of Honour.

  
                  
Guess what, Lieutenant Dan?
They want to give me a med...

  
                  
Ma'am, what did they do
with Lieutenant Dan?

  
                  
They sent him home.

  
                  
Two weeks later, I left Vietnam.

  
                  
The ceremony was kicked off
with a candid speech by the President

  
                  
regarding the need for further
escalation of the war in Vietnam.

  
                  
President Johnson awarded four medals
of honour to men from each...

  
                  
America owes you
a debt of gratitude, son.

  
                  
I understand you were wounded.
Where were you hit?

  
                  
In the but-tocks, sir.

  
                  
Well, that must be a sight.
I'd kinda like to see that.

  
                  
God damn, son!

  
                  
After that, Mama went
to the hotel to lay down,

  
                  
so I went out for a walk
to see our capital.

  
                  
Hilary! I got the vets.
What do you want to do with them?

  
                  
It's a good thing Mama was resting,

  
                  
'cause the streets was
awful crowded with people

  
                  
lookin' at all the statues
and monuments,

  
                  
and some of them people
were loud and pushy.

  
                  
OK, follow me! Move it out!

  
                  
Everywhere I went,
I had to stand in line.

  
                  
Come on. Go!

  
                  
You're a good man
for doing this. Good.

  
                  
OK.

  
                  
There was this man
giving a little talk.

  
                  
And for some reason, he was wearing
an American flag for a shirt.

  
                  
And he liked to say
the "F" Word a lot.

  
                  
"F" This and "F" That.

  
                  
And every time he said the "F" Word,
people, for some reason, cheered.

  
                  
Come on, man. Come up here, man.

  
                  
Come on. Come on. Yeah, you!
Come on. Move, move!

  
                  
Go on. Let's get up there.

  
                  
Tell us a little bit
about the war, man.

  
                  
- The war in Vietnam?
- The war in Viet-in'-nam!

  
                  
Well...

  
                  
There was only one thing
I could say about the war in Vietnam.

  
                  
There's only one thing
I can say about the war in Vietnam.

  
                  
In Vietnam...

  
                  
What the hell are you do...

  
                  
I'll beat your head in,
you goddamn oinker!

  
                  
Jesus Christ!
What did they do with this?

  
                  
Can't hear you!

  
                  
Can't hear anything!

  
                  
This... This one! Give me that!

  
                  
Speak up!

  
                  
That's it.

  
                  
And that's all I have to say
about that.

  
                  
That's so right on, man.
You said it all.

  
                  
- What's your name, man?
- My name is Forrest. Forrest Gump.

  
                  
- Forrest Gump.
- Gump!

  
                  
It was the happiest moment
of my life.

  
                  
Jenny and me were just
like peas and carrots again.

  
                  
She showed me around and introduced
me to some of her new friends.

  
                  
Shut that blind, man! And get your
white ass away from that window.

  
                  
Don't you know we in a war here?

  
                  
- He's cool. He's one of us.
- Let me tell you about us.

  
                  
Our purpose here
is to protect our black leaders

  
                  
from the racial onslaught of the pig

  
                  
who wishes to brutalise
our black leaders,

  
                  
rape our women,
and destroy our black communities.

  
                  
- Who's the baby killer?
- This is my friend I told you about.

  
                  
This is Forrest Gump.
Forrest, this is Wesley.

  
                  
Wesley and I
lived together in Berkeley,

  
                  
and he's the president
of the Berkeley chapter of SDS.

  
                  
We are here to offer
protection and help

  
                  
for all those who need our help,
because we, the Black Panthers,

  
                  
are against the war in Vietnam.

  
                  
We are against any war where black
soldiers are sent to the front line

  
                  
to die for a country that hates them.

  
                  
We are against any war
where black soldiers go to fight

  
                  
and come to be brutalised
and killed in their own communities.

  
                  
We are against all these racist
and imperial acts...

  
                  
Forrest! Stop it! Stop it!

  
                  
I shouldn't have brought you here.

  
                  
I should have known it was going
to be some bull hassle!

  
                  
He should not be hitting you, Jenny.

  
                  
Come on, Forrest.

  
                  
Sorry I had a fight in the middle
of your Black Panther party.

  
                  
He doesn't mean it
when he does things like this.

  
                  
I would never hurt you, Jenny.

  
                  
- I know you wouldn't, Forrest.
- I wanted to be your boyfriend.

  
                  
That uniform is a trip, Forrest.
You look handsome in it. You do.

  
                  
- You know what?
- What?

  
                  
I'm glad we were here together
in our nation's capital.

  
                  
Me, too, Forrest.

  
                  
We walked around all night,
Jenny and me, just talkin'.

  
                  
She told me about
all the travelling she'd done

  
                  
and how she discovered
ways to expand her mind

  
                  
and learn how to live in harmony,
which must be out west somewhere,

  
                  
'cause she made it
all the way to California.

  
                  
Hey. Anybody
want to go to San Francisco?

  
                  
- I'll go.
- Far out!

  
                  
It was a very special night
for the two of us.

  
                  
I didn't want it to end.

  
                  
- Wish you wouldn't go, Jenny.
- I have to, Forrest.

  
                  
Jenny?
Things got a little out of hand.

  
                  
It's just this war and that lying
son of a bitch Johnson and...

  
                  
I would never hurt you.
You know that.

  
                  
Know what I think?

  
                  
I think you should go home
to Greenbow, Alabama!

  
                  
Forrest, we have very different
lives, you know.

  
                  
I want you to have this.

  
                  
Forrest, I can't keep this.

  
                  
I got it just by doing
what you told me to do.

  
                  
- Why are you so good to me?
- You're my girl.

  
                  
I'll always be your girl.

  
                  
And just like that,
she was gone out of my life again.

  
                  
It's one small step for man,
one giant leap for mankind.

  
                  
I thought I was going back
to Vietnam, but instead they decided

  
                  
the best way for me to fight
the communists was to play ping-pong,

  
                  
so I was in the Special Services,
travelling around the country,

  
                  
cheering up wounded veterans and
showing 'em how to play ping-pong.

  
                  
I was so good,

  
                  
the Army decided I should be
on the All-American ping-pong team.

  
                  
We were the first Americans
to visit the land of China

  
                  
in a million years or something.

  
                  
Somebody said world peace
was in our hands,

  
                  
but all I did was play ping-pong.

  
                  
When I got home,
I was a national celebrity,

  
                  
famouser even than Captain Kangaroo.

  
                  
Here he is, Forrest Gump. Right here.

  
                  
- Forrest Gump, John Lennon.
- Welcome home.

  
                  
Can you tell us, what was China like?

  
                  
In the land of China,
people hardly got nothin' at all.

  
                  
No possessions?

  
                  
And in China,
they never go to church.

  
                  
- No religion, too?
- Hard to imagine.

  
                  
Well, it's easy if you try, Dick.

  
                  
Some years later,
that nice young man from England

  
                  
was on his way home to see his little
boy and was signing some autographs.

  
                  
For no particular reason at all,
somebody shot him.

  
                  
They gave you
The Congressional Medal of Honour.

  
                  
Now, that's Lieutenant Dan.

  
                  
Lieutenant Dan!

  
                  
They gave you
the Congressional Medal of Honour.

  
                  
Yes, sir. They surely did.

  
                  
They gave you, an imbecile,
a moron who goes on television

  
                  
and makes a fool out of himself
in front of the whole damn country,

  
                  
the Congressional Medal of Honour.

  
                  
Yes, sir.

  
                  
Well, that's just perfect!

  
                  
Well, I just got one thing to say
to that. Goddamn bless America.

  
                  
Lieutenant Dan!

  
                  
Lieutenant Dan
said he was living in a hotel.

  
                  
Because he didn't have no legs, he
spent his time exercising his arms.

  
                  
Take a right. Take a right!

  
                  
Come on, already!

  
                  
What do you do here in New York,
Lieutenant Dan?

  
                  
I'm living off the government tit.

  
                  
Are you blind? I'm walking here!
Get out! Come on. Go, go, go!

  
                  
I stayed with Lieutenant Dan
and celebrated the holidays.

  
                  
You have a great year,
and hurry home. God bless you.

  
                  
Have you found Jesus yet, Gump?

  
                  
I didn't know I was supposed
to be looking for him, sir.

  
                  
That's all these cripples at the VA,
that's all they ever talk about.

  
                  
Jesus this and Jesus that.
Have I found Jesus?

  
                  
They even had a priest
come and talk to me.

  
                  
He said God is listening,
but I have to help myself.

  
                  
Now, if I accept Jesus into my heart,

  
                  
I'll get to walk beside him
in the kingdom of heaven.

  
                  
Did you hear what I said?

  
                  
Walk beside him
in the kingdom of heaven.

  
                  
Well, kiss my crippled ass. God
is listening? What a crock of .

  
                  
I'm going to heaven, Lieutenant Dan.

  
                  
Well...

  
                  
Before you go, why don't you
get your ass down to the corner

  
                  
- and get us more ripple?
- Yes, sir.

  
                  
We're at approximately   th street
in New York City at One Astor Plaza.

  
                  
This is the site
of the old Astor Hotel...

  
                  
- What the hell is in Bayou La Batre?
- Shrimping boats.

  
                  
Shrimping boats? Who gives a
about shrimping boats?

  
                  
I got to buy me one
soon as I have some money.

  
                  
I promised Bubba in Vietnam

  
                  
that as soon as the war was over,
we'd be partners.

  
                  
He'd be the captain
and I'd be his first mate.

  
                  
But now that he's dead,
I got to be the captain.

  
                  
A shrimp boat captain.

  
                  
Yes, sir. A promise is a promise,
Lieutenant Dan.

  
                  
Now hear this!

  
                  
Private Gump here is gonna be
a shrimp boat captain.

  
                  
Tell you what, Gilligan. The day
you are a shrimp boat captain,

  
                  
I will come and be your first mate.

  
                  
If you're ever a shrimp boat captain,
that's the day I'm an astronaut!

  
                  
Danny, what are you complaining
about? How you doing?

  
                  
- Mr Hot Wheels. Who's your friend?
- My name is Forrest. Forrest Gump.

  
                  
This is Cunning Carla
and Long-limbs Lenore.

  
                  
So where you been, babycakes?
Haven't seen you around lately.

  
                  
You should have been here
for Christmas,

  
                  
'cause Tommy bought a free round
and gave everybody a turkey sandwich.

  
                  
Well, I had company.

  
                  
We was just there!
That's Times Square.

  
                  
Don't you just love New Year's?
You can start all over.

  
                  
Everybody gets a second chance.

  
                  
It's funny,
but in the middle of all that fun,

  
                  
I began to think about Jenny,

  
                  
wondering how she was spending her
New Year's night out in California.

  
                  
Nine, eight, seven, six,

  
                  
five, four, three, two, one!
Happy New Year!

  
                  
Happy New Year, Lieutenant Dan!

  
                  
What are you, stupid or something?
What's your problem?

  
                  
What's his problem? Did you lose
your packet in the war or something?

  
                  
- Is your friend stupid or something?
- What did you say?

  
                  
I said is your friend
stupid or something?

  
                  
- Don't call him stupid!
- Hey, don't push her!

  
                  
You shut up!
Don't you ever call him stupid!

  
                  
Why you so upset?

  
                  
Get your goddamn clothes
and get the hell out of here!

  
                  
You should be in a sideshow.
You're so pathetic!

  
                  
Get out of here!

  
                  
- You retard!
- Loser. You freak!

  
                  
Oh, no.

  
                  
I'm sorry I ruined your New Year's
Eve party, Lieutenant Dan.

  
                  
She tastes like cigarettes.

  
                  
I guess Lieutenant Dan figured
there's some things you can't change.

  
                  
He didn't want to be called crippled

  
                  
like I didn't want
to be called stupid.

  
                  
Happy New Year, Gump.

  
                  
The U.S. Ping-pong team met
with President Nixon today...

  
                  
Wouldn't you know it?
A few months later,

  
                  
they invited me and the ping-pong
team to visit the White House.

  
                  
So I went, again.

  
                  
And I met the President
of the United States again.

  
                  
Only this time, they didn't get us
rooms in a real fancy hotel.

  
                  
Are you enjoying yourself
in our nation's capital, young man?

  
                  
- Where are you staying?
- It's called the Hotel Ebbott.

  
                  
Oh, no. I know a much nicer hotel.

  
                  
It's brand-new. Very modern.
I'll have my people take care of it.

  
                  
- Security.
- Yeah. Sir...

  
                  
You might want to send a maintenance
man to that office across the way.

  
                  
The lights are off and they must be
looking for a fuse box,

  
                  
'cause them flashlights,
they're keeping me awake.

  
                  
- OK, sir. I'll check it out.
- Thank you. Good night.

  
                  
Therefore,
I shall resign the presidency

  
                  
effective at noon tomorrow.
Vice President Ford

  
                  
will be sworn in as President
at that hour in this office.

  
                  
- Forrest Gump.
- Yes, sir!

  
                  
As you were. I have your
discharge papers. Service is up, son.

  
                  
Does this mean
I can't play ping-pong no more?

  
                  
For the Army, it does.

  
                  
And just like that, my service
in the United States Army was over.

  
                  
So I went home.

  
                  
- I'm home, Mama.
- I know. I know.

  
                  
Louise, he's here.

  
                  
When I got home, I had no idea,
but Mama'd had all sorts of visitors.

  
                  
We've had all sorts of visitors.

  
                  
Everybody wants you to use
their ping-pong stuff.

  
                  
One man even left a check for $    

  
                  
if you'd be agreeable to saying
you like using their paddle.

  
                  
I only like using my own paddle.

  
                  
- Hi, Miss Louise.
- Hey, Forrest.

  
                  
I know that,
but it's $      Forrest.

  
                  
I thought maybe
you could hold it for a while,

  
                  
see if it grows on you.

  
                  
That Mama, she sure was right.
It's funny how things work out.

  
                  
I didn't stay home for long

  
                  
because I'd made a promise to Bubba,
and I always try to keep my promise,

  
                  
so I went on down to Bayou La Batre
to meet Bubba's family.

  
                  
Are you crazy or just plain stupid?

  
                  
- Stupid is as stupid does, Mrs Blue.
- I guess.

  
                  
And, of course,
I paid my respect to Bubba himself.

  
                  
Hey, Bubba. It's me, Forrest Gump.

  
                  
I remember everything you said,
and I got it all figured out.

  
                  
I'm taking $     .   that I got,

  
                  
that's left after a new haircut
and a new suit

  
                  
and I took Mama out
to a real fancy dinner,

  
                  
and I bought a bus