词汇：fed
v. 饲养（feed 的过去式）
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- I'm fed up with this peln we got for a teacher.>> 为人师表 Stand and Deliver (1988) Movie Script
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- 29 INT. IMAGING SHACK / KELDYSH It is a darkened room lined with TV monitors. IMAGES OF THE WRECK fill the screens, fed from Mir One and Two, and the two ROVs, Snoop Dog and DUNCAN.>> 泰坦尼克号 Titanic (1997) Movie Script
- Oh no! That comcludes the first part of our presentation up next, we have the legendary, former, chairman of the fed, Alan greenspan!>> The Big Short大空头（2015） Movie Script
- Bear sterns was in a death spiral and the fed brokered it's sale.>> The Big Short大空头（2015） Movie Script
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- RESTAURANT (WINTER 1945) CLEMENZA exits the restaurant, belches, adjusts his pants; he is well fed.>> The Godfather教父 1972 Movie Script
- Or be fed with hay.>> 1900 Movie Script
- Don't be angry. l'm fed up, too.>> 1900 Movie Script
- Never bite the hand that feeds you so long as you need to be fed.>> 1900 Movie Script
- ANGLE ON DREW BEING FED BY ASHEMA AGAIN>> 花旗小和尚 American Shaolin (1992) Movie Script
- ANGLE ON DREW BEING FED BY ASHEMA She is giving him food, and all he is moving is his mouth. They do not speak.>> 花旗小和尚 American Shaolin (1992) Movie Script
- "Meantime, we're putting together a supply mission... "to keep you fed until Ares 4 arrives.">> 火星救援 The Martian (2015) Movie Script
- “Dern, she ain’t very grateful,” he said. “Struck at me like a snake, and I just fed her. Typical female. My wife done exactly the same a hunnert times. Buried her in Missouri, where it’s considerable warmer.” Call found the carpenter and ordered a coffin. Then he borrowed a wagon and team and a big scoop shovel from a drunken man at the hardware store. It struck him that the citizenry of Miles City seemed to drink liquor day and night.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “Why, hello, boys,” Pea said, when he was helped off the horse. They all gathered around to greet him, and Bert and Needle Nelson helped him down. Po Campo had some coffee ready. Pea reached out for a cup, once they had him propped against the wagon, but his hands were too shaky to hold it. Po fed him a little with a spoon, and between one sip and the next, Pea slid from his position and passed out. He collapsed so quickly that no one even caught him.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “Yes,” Clara said. “Red Cloud’s fed up. Bob treated them fair and we’ve never had to fear them. I was more scared as a girl. The Comanches would come right into Austin and take children. I always dreamed they’d get me and I’d have red babies.” July had never felt so irresolute. He ought to go, and yet he didn’t. Though he had worked hard, he had little appetite, andafter the meal spent more time cleaning his gun than was really necessary.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- July wished she would leave him alone. She had taken him in and fed him, saved his wife and cared for his child, and yet he did wish she would just leave him alone. He felt so weak himself that if he hadn’t been braced against the porch railing he might have rolled off the steps. He had nothing to say and nothing to offer. And yet there was something tireless in Clara that never seemed to stop. His head hurt so he felt like shooting himself, the baby was squalling overhead, and yet she would ask questions.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “Bob’s my husband,” she said. “He’s injured. We don’t hold out too much hope for him.” She had strained and heated a little milk, and while July ate she fed the baby, using a big nipple she had fixed over a fruit jar.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “Just catch him if he starts to roll,” she said. “That’s all I ask.”She fed July beefsteak and potatoes and peas. July felt he would be too tired to eat, and yet at the smell of the food his appetite returned and he ate every bite.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- Yet there he was, his eyes staring upward, as helpless as the baby. She put the child down again and fed Bob soup until her wrist got tired from holding his head. Then she lay Bob’s head back on his pillow, and ate the rest of the chicken soup herself.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- She laid it at the foot of Bob’s bed while she fed her husband, tilting his head so he could swallow. It was strange to her that he could swallow when he couldn’t even close his eyes. He was a big man with a big head—every time she fed him her wrist ached from supporting his head.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- Then she remembered that she had not fed Bob. She took the baby down to the kitchen and heated the chicken broth.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “Ma’am, it’s got to nurse,” Clara said. Elmira made no objection when the baby was put to her breast, but the business was difficult. At first no milk would come—Clara began to fear the baby would weaken and die before it could even be fed. Finally it nursed a little but the milk didn’t satisfy it—an hour later it was crying in hunger again.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- Besides, Bob wasn’t really alive, even then—his eyes never flickered. It was only reflex that enabled him to swallow the soup she fed him. That his rod still seemed to live when she bathed him, that, too, was reflex, an obscene joke that life was playing on the two of them. It raised no feelings of tenderness in her, just a feeling of disgust at the cruelties of existence. It seemed to mock her, to make her feel that she was cheating Bob of something, though it was not easy to say what. She had married him, followed him, fed him, worked beside him, borne his children—and yet even as she changed his sheets she felt there was a selfishness in her that she had never mastered. Something had been held back—what it was, considering all that she had done, was hard to say. But she felt it anyway, fair judgment or not, and lay awake on her cot through half the night, tense with self-reproach.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “Pull the flaps,” he said, and Lorena did. Soon there was just the hole the two ropes fed through. It was dim and dark in the tent, as more and more grasshoppers covered the canvas—insects on top of insects. The hum they made as they spread over the prairie grass was so loud Lorena had to grit her teeth. As the tent got darker, she began to cry and shake—it was just more trouble and more fear, this life.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “I guess you’re getting mellow in your old age,” he said. “Now you’re feeding Indians.” “They were just Wichitas,” Call said, “and they were hungry. That steer couldn’t have kept up anyway. Besides, I knew the old man,” he added. “Remember old Bacon Rind?—or that’s what we called him, anyway.” “Yes, he was never a fighter,” Augustus said. “I’m surprised he’s still alive.” “He fed us buffalo once,” Call said. “It was only fair he should have a beef.” They were fifty yards from the tent, so Call drew rein. He couldn’t see the girl, but he took care not to come too close.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “That’s why I hope I go to heaven,” Po Campo said. “I don’t want nothing more to do with that woman.” “This here ain’t Montana,” Call said. “Let’s start the cattle.” That night, true to his word, Po Campo fried some grasshoppers. Before he got around to it he fed the crew a normal meal of beefsteak and beans and even conjured up a stew whose ingredients were mysterious but which all agreed was excellent. Allen O’Brien thought it was better than excellent—it changed his whole outlook on life, and he pressed Po Campo to tell him what was in it.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇