上帝

<The Pianist>

- Mama, Wladek's home.
- Oh, thank God! Wladek

- You had your papers on you. If you'd been hit by a bomb, they'd know where to take you.
- Henryk, don't
- Don't say things like that. God forbid, God forbid.

- We'll find somewhere else. We could walk in the park.
- No, we can't. It's an official decree. No Jews allowed in the park.
- My God, are you joking? I'm not joking.

- You!
- Up!
- Shh, Mama.
- What? Oh, my God. Shh.
- Oh, my God.

- What's happened? What?
- God. It's terrible. They're hunting people in the streets. They've taken Henryk.

- What happened here?
- They've got my grandson. They pick him up. They take him away.
- What do they do to them? I've stopped believing in God.

- And they're closing the small ghetto.
- My God.

- What did she do, for God's sake?
- She smothered her baby.

- My God. I haven't been outside in-- it must be two years.
- Don't get overexcited.

- My God, did they put up a fight.
- Yes, well,

- My God.

- 我不知道该怎么感谢你
- 谢谢上帝不用谢我
- 他让我们死里逃生
- 这就是为什么我们要信仰他