《心灵捕手》是一部由格斯范桑特于1997年导演的电影，取景地点是马萨诸塞州的波士顿。影片讲述了一个名叫威尔杭汀 (Will Hunting)的麻省理工学院的清洁工的故事。威尔在数学方面有着过人天赋，却是个叛逆的问题少年，在教授辛马奎尔和朋友查克的帮助下，威尔最终把心灵打开，消除了人际隔阂，并找回了自我和爱情。

1.And you wouldnt know about sleepin sittin up in a hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes that the terms visiting hours dont apply to you. You dont know about real loss, cause that only occurs when you love something more than you love yourself. I doubt youve ever dared to love anybody that much.你无法体会在病房里拉着她的手、守候两个月的滋味。医生从你的眼睛里就可以知道探视时间的规定对你完全无效。你不会了解真正的失去，因为只有你爱别人胜过爱自己才能体会。我怀疑你是不是曾有勇气那样爱一个人。

2.If I asked you about love, youd probably quote me a sonnet, but youve never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes. Feelin like God put an angel on Earth just for you, who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldnt know what its like to be her angel, to have that love for her be there forever. Through anything. Through cancer.问你爱情，你会背首十四行诗，可是你从没看着一个女人，感到完全无法抗拒。她用眼睛征服你。你感觉上帝让天使为你下凡，她能将你从地狱的深渊中拯救出来。你不会了解做她的天使是什么滋味，爱她，陪伴她，直到永远。经历一切。经历癌症。

3.If I ask you about women, youll probably give me a syllabus of your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you cant tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy.如果问你女人，你八成会讲一堆你的个人喜好。你可能还上过几次床。但是你讲不出那种在一个女人身边醒来、真正幸福的感觉。

4.So if I asked you about art, youd probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo? You know a lot about him. Lifes work, political aspirations. Him and the pope. Sexual orientation. The whole works, right? I bet you cant tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling. Seeing that.所以，如果问你艺术，你可能会提出艺术书本里面的粗浅论调。有关米开朗基罗，你了解他很多。一生的杰作，政治倾向。他和教皇之间。他的性取向。所有这些，是吧?可是你说不出西斯廷教堂里的味道。你从来没有真正地站在那里，看那美丽的天花板。我看过。

5.Youre just a kid. You dont have the faintest idea what youre talking about. Youve never been out of Boston.你只是个孩子。你根本不知道自己在说什么。你从来没离开过波士顿。

6.I look at you. I dont see an intelligent, confident man. I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But youre a genius, Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine. You ripped my fuckin life apart.我看着你。我看到的不是一个聪明、自信的人，而是一个自负而又吓坏了的孩子。但你是个天才，威尔。没人能否认这个。没人能了解你的深度。可是你看了我的一幅画就自以为了解我的一切。你把我的生活撕裂了。

7.Youre an orphan, right? Do you think Id know the first thing about how hard your life has been--how you feel, who you are--because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally, I dont give a shit about all that, because you know what? I cant learn anything from you, I cant read in some fuckin book. Unless you wanna talk about you, who you are. And Im fascinated. Im in. But you dont wanna do that, do you, sport? Youre terrified of what you might say.你是个孤儿，对吧?你认为，凭我看过《雾都孤儿》，我就能了解你的日子有多苦，你的感受，你的为人吗?那能概括你吗?我一点都不在乎(你的那些话)，你知道为什么?我不可能靠一本什么书来了解你。除非你自己想说，聊你自己。我着迷了，我愿意加入。但是你不想，是吧，朋友?你怕会被自己说出的话吓到。

8.Youre a tough kid. I ask you about war, youd probably throw Shakespeare at me, right? Once more into the breach, dear friends. But youve never been near one. Youve never held your best friends head in your lap and watch him gasp his last breath lookin to you for help.你是个倔孩子。我问你战争，你多半会背几句莎士比亚的句子，对吧?共赴战场，亲爱的朋友。可你从没近距离接触过战争。你从没把好友的头抱在大腿上，看着他求助地望着你、咽下最后一口气。