underdogs不被看好的一方

Mm-hmm. Out-of-towners, eh? Let me welcome you. -Ciccio? -(GASPS) I am delighted to meet you, Number One and Number Two. I love your stylish clothes. Where did you get them? A dead body? (LAUGHING) Dead body. I'm kidding. Uh... Look, Signor Vespa... Signor Vespa? (LAUGHING) -This guy funny, hmm? -(LAUGHS) I am Ercole Visconti. Five-time winner of the Portorosso Cup. The Portorosso what? The Portorosso Cup! How do you think I paid for my beautiful Vespa? -Hey, stop looking. -(LUCA GASPS) She's too beautiful for you. -I, uh... -(IMITATES LUCA MOCKINGLY) I love it. The little guy can't even get a word out. Oof. And he smells like behind the pescheria. (SCOFFS) Hey, my friend smells amazing. Sorry, sorry. I'll make it up to him. -Ciccio, Guido. -(ALBERTO GRUNTING) What are you doing? Luca! -Alberto! Ah, just a little bath. Oh, no, no, no! -It's funny. -Huh? -(GRUNTING) -No! -Huh? Hey! Ercole, basta! Oh, look who's here. Spewlia. Wow. That's how you're training for the race? Your reign of terror is -coming to an end! -ERCOLE: "Coming to an end." You mean like a year ago? When you quit in the middle of the race? Because you couldn't stop (GAGS) throwing up? I didn't quit. They made me stop. I think that is worse. Now, go away. I'm having fun with my new friends. They're coming with me. Hop on. I could use the extra weight. Fine. Go start a club. For losers! Maggiore! Another sighting. In the harbor, this time. I know. We are setting up a reward. Someone's gonna win a nice prize. Me! Me! I win the prizes. -Ciccio! -(GASPS) Get your daddy's harpoon! We're gonna catch a sea monster. -Sì! -(EXCLAIMS EXCITEDLY) Sto imbecille thinks he can be a jerk 'cause he keeps winning the race, which he shouldn't even get to do anymore, 'cause he's too old and too much of a jerk! You know, we underdogs have to look out for each other, right? What's under the dogs? Underdogs. You know, kids who are different, dressed weird, or a little sweatier than average. Uh... Too much? Too much. So, are you in town for the race? The Portorosso Cup? Well, good talk. I gotta deliver these. Always be training, you know? We should ask her about this Portorosso Cup race. That's how the loud scary human said he got his Vespa. Giulia! -Oh! -(SPEAKING ITALIAN) -Uh, grazie. -Ciao. Hey, uh, Spewlia? Giulia. My name is Giulia. Okay. When you race in a cup, what do you get? Soldi. Prize money. Oh. Okay. -No, no! Keep going! -What? Why? Ask her about the prize money! But that stuff is useless. -Maybe that becomes a Vespa. -How does that become... -Just ask her! -Fine, fine, fine. -Hello again. -Ciao. Can we turn the money into something else? -Something like... -That. Pfft. No. But it could get you that. Whoo-hoo! It's so beautiful. Yes, we need it. Great, so we'll just win the race. You'll have to beat Ercole. Okay, so we'll beat Ercole. Huh. Really? Thinks he'll beat Ercole, this guy. (CHUCKLES) First of all, get in line! Every summer, that jerk makes my life miserable. So, no one's taking him down unless it's me! Second, this isn't any old race. It's an epic, grueling, traditional Italian triathlon. Swimming, cycling, and eating pasta. So, you'd need a teammate. Well, we'll figure it out. Thanks, human girl. Hey, hey, wait. Wait, Alberto. What if we join her team? Grazie! Arrivederci! Hmm. Better idea. Hey, Spew... Girl! Santa mozzarella. Congratulations, you're joining our team. I race alone. But we could be under the dogs, too. Hey, it's okay, Luca. She'd rather do the whole race alone again. Maybe this time she won't throw up as much. Uh, hang on. You wanna be on my team, eh? Let's see what you got. All right, try jumping onto it. -(GRUNTS) -No, no, no. You gotta show it you're the boss! Santa mozzarella. -Eyes up. -LUCA: Huh? Looking down is what's making you fall. Whoa. Whoa. I'm doing it. So, can we be on the team? Can you dodge obstacles? What if an old lady crosses your path? Can you withstand passive-aggressive verbal assaults? "Nice bike, Number One and Number Two. "I was kidding. "Your bike is a disgrace." (LAUGHS) Finally, can you handle the course's fiendishly difficult terrain? Silenzio, Bruno.

嗯哼。外鄉人啊？ 讓我來歡迎歡迎你們。 -奇喬？ -（倒抽一口氣） 幸會幸會，一號、二號。 我好喜歡你們這身潮裝。 哪兒弄的？從死人身上扒的？（大笑） 死人身上。 開玩笑的。 呃……聽著，韋士柏先生…… 韋士柏先生？（大笑） -這傢伙挺逗的，嗯？ -（笑） 我是埃爾科萊·維斯孔蒂。 波托羅索杯五連冠。 波托羅索什麼？ 波托羅索杯！ 你以為我這輛漂亮韋士柏是怎麼買的？ -嘿，別看了。 -（盧卡倒抽一口氣） 她美得不是你能碰的。 -我，呃…… -（模仿盧卡挖苦他） 我喜歡。 這小傢伙一句話都說不出來。 喲。而且他身上一股魚攤後巷味。（嗤笑） 抱歉抱歉。我補償他。 -奇喬，圭多。 -（阿爾貝托悶哼） 你們幹什麼？ 盧卡！ -阿爾貝托！ 啊，就洗個小澡。 哦，不，不，不！ -很好笑啊。 -哈？ -（悶哼） -不！ -哈？ 嘿！埃爾科萊，夠了！ 喲，瞧瞧誰來了。嘔吐莉婭。 哇。你就這麼備戰的？ 你的恐怖統治 -該結束了！ -埃爾科萊：「該結束了。」 你是說跟一年前那樣？ 比賽中途就退賽那種？ 因為你停不下來（作嘔）一直吐？ 我沒退賽。是他們逼我停的。 我覺得那更慘。好了，走開。 我正跟新朋友玩得開心呢。 他們跟我走。 上車。我正好需要配重。 行。去開個俱樂部吧。失敗者俱樂部！ 馬焦雷！又有目擊。這次在港口。 我知道。我們正在設賞金。 有人要贏一份大獎了。 我！我！獎都是我贏的。 -奇喬！ -（倒抽一口氣） 去拿你爸的魚叉！ 我們要去抓海怪。 -對！ -（興奮地叫） 這蠢貨以為自己就能當混蛋 他根本不該再有資格比了， 你知道，我們這種弱者 狗下面是什麼？ 弱者。 就是那些不太一樣的孩子， 呃…… 說多了？說多了。 所以，你們是進城來參賽的？ 波托羅索杯？ 好吧，聊得真好。 我得去送這些。時刻都在訓練，懂吧？ 我們該問問她波托羅索杯是怎麼回事。 那個又吵又嚇人的人類說，他的韋士柏就是這麼來的。 朱莉婭！ -哦！ -（講義大利語） -呃，謝謝。 -再見。 嘿，呃，嘔吐莉婭？ 朱莉婭。我叫朱莉婭。 那個。參加盃賽的話，能得到什麼？ 錢。獎金。 哦。 好。 -別，別！繼續問！ -什麼？為什麼？ 問她獎金的事！ 可那玩意沒用啊。 -說不定那能變成韋士柏。 -那怎麼變成…… -你就問她！ -行行行。 -又見面了。 -嗨。 我們能把錢換成別的東西嗎？ -比如…… -那個。 噗。不行。但夠你買那個。 嗚呼！ 太美了。 對，我們需要它。 太好了，那我們去贏比賽就行。 那你們得打敗埃爾科萊。 行，那我們就打敗埃爾科萊。 哈。真的？ 這傢伙還想打敗埃爾科萊。（輕笑） 首先，排隊去！ 每年夏天，那混蛋都把我整得夠嗆。 所以誰也別想幹掉他，除非是我！ 其次，這可不是普通比賽。 這是史詩級、要命的義大利傳統鐵人三項。 游泳、騎車，再吃意麵。 所以，你得有個隊友。 我們會想辦法的。謝謝你，人類女孩。 嘿，嘿，等下。等下，阿爾貝托。 要是我們加入她的隊呢？ 謝謝！再見！ 嗯。更好的主意。 嘿，嘔……女孩！ 聖母馬蘇里拉。 恭喜，你加入我們隊了。 我一個人比。 可我們也可以當「狗下面」啊。 嘿，沒事的，盧卡。 她寧願再一個人比完全程。 也許這次她不會吐那麼多。 呃，等一下。 你們想進我的隊，是吧？ 讓我看看你們有兩下子沒。 好，試著跳上去。 -（悶哼） -不，不，不。 你得讓它知道誰說了算！ 聖母馬蘇里拉。 -眼睛抬起來。 -盧卡：哈？ 你往下看，所以才摔。 哇。 哇。我做到了。 那，我們能進隊了嗎？ 你能躲開障礙嗎？ 要是有個老太太橫穿你的路呢？ 你扛得住陰陽怪氣的語言攻擊嗎？ 「好車啊，一號、二號。 「開玩笑的。 「你這車丟死人了。」（大笑） 最後，你應付得了 安靜，布魯諾。

Mm-hmm. Out-of-towners, eh?

嗯哼。外鄉人啊？