词汇：frying
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- MAMA:
- I'll get dressed. In case we can see him... She moves out of the kitchen, and continues upstairs. SONNY turns the gas from the pan of peppers she was frying. He takes some bread without thinking, and dips it in the oil, and sloppily eats some of the peppers, as he moves into his father's office.>> The Godfather教父 1972 Movie Script
- Uncle! Toss them like you were frying vegetables!>> 新少林寺 Shaolin (2011)Movie Script
- “I pointed that herd the whole way up here,” Dish said stubbornly. “I guess I can find my way back. Besides, I got a coat.” Call had little money on him, but he had arranged for credit in the little bank in Miles City and he wrote Dish out an order for his wages, using the bottom of a frying pan to rest his tablet on. It was just after breakfast and a number of the hands were watching. There had been a light snowfall the night before and the plains were white for miles around.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- A little later, while Clara was frying the chicken, Call came up from the lots. He wanted to buy some horses and had found some to his liking, but neither Cholo nor July would make the deal. They had shown him the horses readily enough, but informed him that Clara made all the deals. It seemed irregular to him: two grown men right there, and yet he was forced to do business with a woman.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “You better be quiet,” Blue Duck said. “Ermoke wouldn’t mind frying your liver.” “He tries it and I’ll blow a hole in him you could catch rain water through,” Monkey John said.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- They’re quick as rabbits.” “No, I am going to fry some for Newt,” Po Campo said. “He claims he has never eaten a good fried grasshopper dipped in molasses. It makes a good dessert if you fry them crisp.” The crew burst out laughing at the thought of eating grasshoppers. Po Campo chuckled too. He had already dismantled his little grill and was scouring the frying pan with a handful of weeds.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- The memory of the frying possum crossed his mind, reminding him that he was very hungry. What with the wasp stings on top of the hunger, it was difficult to express himself clearly, or even to think clearly, for that matter.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “I gave twenty-eight skunk hides for her,” the old man said suddenly. “You got any whiskey?” In fact, Roscoe did have a bottle that he had bought off the soldiers. He could already smell frying meat—the possum, no doubt—and his appetite came back. He had nothing in his stomach and could think of little he would rather eat than a nice piece of fried possum. Around Fort Smith the Negroes kept the possums thinned out; they were seldom available on the tables of white folks.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- The blue shoat came to the door and looked in at the people, to Augustus’s amusement. “Look at that,” he said. “A pig watching a bunch of human pigs.” Though he had been outpositioned at the frying pan, he was in prime shape to secure his share of the biscuits, half a dozen of which he had already sopped in honey and consumed.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- At that point someone did stumble onto it, but only Dish Boggett, who had always been responsive to the smell of frying bacon.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “Your tough luck, then, son,” Augustus said. “Morning around here is more like a nightmare. Now look what’s happened!” In an effort to get the coffee going, Bolivar had spilled a small pile of coffee grounds into the grease where the eggs and bacon were frying. It seemed a small enough matter to him, but it enraged Augustus, who liked to achieve an orderly breakfast at least once a week.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “A man that sleeps all night wastes too much of life,” he often said. “As I see it the days was made for looking and the nights for sport.” Since sport was what he had been brooding about when he got home, it was still in his thoughts when he arose, which he did about 4 A.M., to see to the breakfast—in his view too important a meal to entrust to a Mexican bandit. The heart of his breakfast was a plenitude of sourdough biscuits, which he cooked in a Dutch oven out in the backyard. His pot dough had been perking along happily for over ten years, and the first thing he did upon rising was check it out. The rest of the breakfast was secondary, just a matter of whacking off a few slabs of bacon and frying a panful of pullet eggs. Bolivar could generally be trusted to deal with the coffee.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- Now look, do your job, and I'll be the first to kiss your black butt, but if you can't hack it, I'll gladly FedEx your worthless carcass back to the frying pan, where Malebolgia will be waiting for both of us.>> 再生侠 Spawn Movie Script
- REIBEN:
- Out of the frying pan, into the f***ing latrine.>> 拯救大兵瑞恩 Saving Private Ryan Movie Script
- BRUCE carries a frying pan caked in GRAY GOO out into the Junkyard. He puts it on a pile of car parts.>> 蝙蝠侠：元年 Batman: Year One Movie Script