词汇：cot

n. 简易床；小屋；轻便小床

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Around him the other avatars are bedding down for the night, pulling insect netting around their cots. In one hand, Jake holds the end of his long braided QUEUE of hair.
>> 阿凡达 Avatar Movie Script
Narrow cot, wall-screen droning away in the B.G. -- PERKY NEWSCASTER The Bengal tiger, extinct for over a century, is making a comeback. These cloned tiger cubs at the Beijing Zoo are... 2.
>> 阿凡达 Avatar Movie Script
Now the wildmen are moving through the Westfold, burning as they go. Rick, cot and tree.
>> 指环王2：双塔奇兵The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers Movie Script
INT. BRITISH AIRFIELD BARRACKS - NIGHT Rafe falls down onto his cot, exhausted. The other pilots do the same, everybody spent from the day's combat. Then they hear the SIREN. Rafe's out of his bunk, with the others, everybody running.
>> Pearl Harbor 珍珠港（2001） Movie Script
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Every night I look at the sunset, and try to draw the last ounce of heat from its long day... She looks toward the sunset now; then she writes again... EXT. BASSINGBORNE AIRFIELD - BRITAIN - NIGHT Rafe brings his battered plane in for a landing... INT. BRITISH AIRFIELD BARRACKS - NIGHT Rafe sits on his cot, reading her letter.
>> Pearl Harbor 珍珠港（2001） Movie Script
Well, you may live here if you find it so nice. l'll put in a cot.
>> 1900 Movie Script
A number of cots are lined up side by side. The D.S. has assigned a bed to each monk. Drew finds his bed, which is right next to Gao's.
>> 花旗小和尚 American Shaolin (1992) Movie Script
“I’d rather gather you two,” Clara said, pulling both girls onto the cot with her. With the sunlight flooding the wide plain, and both her two girls in bed with her, it was hard to feel as bad about herself as she had felt alone in the night.
>> 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
此外，即使在那时，鲍勃也不是真的活着——他的眼睛从来没有眨过。这是唯一能让他吞下她喂他的汤的反射。当她给他洗澡时，他的鱼竿似乎还活着，这也是一种反射，一个淫秽的笑话，说生活在他们俩身上玩。这并没有让她感到温柔，只是对生存的残酷感到厌恶。这似乎在嘲笑她，让她觉得自己在欺骗鲍勃，尽管说什么并不容易。她嫁给了他，跟着他，喂他，在他身边工作，生了他的孩子——然而，即使她换了他的床单，她也觉得自己有一种从未掌握过的自私。有些事情被隐瞒了——考虑到她所做的一切，很难说是什么。但不管公平与否，她还是感觉到了，躺在床上睡了半个晚上，自责得很紧张。
It seemed to her, after a month of it, that she was carrying Bob away with those sheets; he had already lost much weightand every morning seemed a little thinner to her. The large body that had lain beside her so many nights, that had warmed her in the icy nights, that had covered her those many times through the years and given her five children, was dribbling away as offal, and there was nothing she could do about it. The doctors in Ogallala said Bob’s skull was fractured; you couldn’t put a splint on a skull; probably he’d die. And yet he wasn’t dead. Often when she was cleaning him, bathing his soiled loins and thighs with warm water, the stem of life between his legs would raise itself, growing as if a fractured skull meant nothing to it. Clara cried at the sight—what it meant to her was that Bob still hoped for a boy. He couldn’t talk or turn himself, and he would never beat another horse, most likely, but he still wanted a boy. The stem let her know it, night after night, when all she came in to do was clean the stains from a dying body. She would roll Bob on his side and hold him there for a while, for his back and legs were developing terrible bedsores. She was afraid to turn him on his belly for fear he might suffocate, but she would hold him on his side for an hour, sometimes napping as she held him. Then she would roil him back and cover him and go back to her cot, often to lie awake half the night, looking at the prairies, sad beyond tears at the ways of things. There Bob lay, barely alive, his ribs showing more every morning, still wanting a boy. I could do it, she thought—would it save him if I did? I could go through it one more time—the pregnancy, the fear, the sore nipples, the worry—and maybe it would be a boy. Though she had borne five children, she sometimes felt barren, lying on her cot at night. She felt she was ignoring her husband’s last wish—that if she had any generosity she would do it for him. How could she lie night after night and ignore the strange, mute urgings of a dying man, one who had never been anything but kind to her, in his clumsy way. Bob, dying, still wanted her to make a little Bob. Sometimes in the long silent nights she felt she must be going crazy to think about such things, in such a way. And yet she came to dread having to go to him at night; it became as hard as anything she had had to do in her marriage. It was so hard that at times she wished Bob would go on and die, if he couldn’t get well. The truth was, she didn’t want another child, particularly not another boy. Somehow she felt confident she could keep her girls alive—but she lacked that confidence where boys were concerned. She remembered too well the days of icy terror and restless pain as she listened to Jim cough his way to death. She remembered her hatred of, and helplessness before, the fevers that had taken Jeff and Johnny. Not again, she thought—I won’t live that again, even for you, Bob. The memory of the fear that had torn her as her children approached death was the most vivid of her life: she could remember the coughings, the painful breathing. She never wanted to listen helplessly to such again.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
Now Bob lay in that bed all day, staring his empty stare. They had moved the bed near the window so that he would get the summer breezes and could look out if he liked and watch his horses grazing on the plain, or the hawks circling, or whatever little sights there might be. But Bob never turned his head, and no one knew if he felt the breezes. Clara had taken to sleeping on a little cot. The house had a small upper porch and she moved the cot out there in good weather.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
现在鲍勃整天躺在床上，茫然地盯着他。他们把床移到窗户附近，这样他就可以享受夏日的微风，如果他喜欢的话，可以向外看，看他的马在平原上吃草，或者鹰在盘旋，或者任何可能的小风景。但鲍勃从来没有转过头来，没有人知道他是否感觉到了微风。克拉拉已经习惯睡在小床上了。房子有一个小的上门廊，天气好的时候，她把小床搬到了外面。
Anything. A cot. A couple of chairs in here will do fine.
>> 倒扣的王牌 Ace in the Hole (1951) Movie Script
KAFFEE paces another moment, then sits on the cot. He's trying to choose his tack carefully.
>> 好人寥寥 A Few Good Men Movie Script
DAWSON and DOWNEY aren't too comfortable sitting in the presence of officers, but they do as they're told. KAFFEE's pulled out some documents, SAM's sitting on one of the cots taking notes.
>> 好人寥寥 A Few Good Men Movie Script
The room's a mess. All kinds of rubbish. There's a washtub sink. There's a cot.
>> 间接伤害 Collateral Damage Movie Script
Each evening From December to December Before you drift to sIeep Upon your cot Think back on aII the taIes That you remember Of CameIot Ask every person If he's heard the story And teII it strong and cIear If he has not That once there was A fIeeting wisp of gIory CaIIed CameIot Now say it out With Iove and joy Yes, CameIot my boy.
>> 伏魔神剑Camelot Movie Script
INT. PALACE - D'ARTAGNAN'S ROOM - NIGHT D'Artagnan is sitting on his cot thinking of all that has just happened when he hears the king's shouts of alarm.
>> 铁面人 The Man in the Iron Mask Movie Script
INT. PALACE - D'ARTAGNAN'S ROOM - EVENING D'Artagnan's room is spartan: a cot, and weapons laid on a plain table. It has a single small window, and d'Artagnan stands at it now, looking out into the Palace garden below.
>> 铁面人 The Man in the Iron Mask Movie Script
INT. WIND TURBINE – LATER The Protagonist EATS, DRINKS and EXERCISES by CLIMBING the endless interior ladder of the turbine. The stash of food and water SHRINKS... The Protagonist does PULL-UPS at the very top of the ladder, FEET DANGLING over the VERTIGINOUS DROP... INT. WIND TURBINE – MORNING The Protagonist is woken by a repeated AIR HORN. He pulls himself off the cot, opens the door to find – EXT. WIND TURBINE – CONTINUOUS A large CATAMARAN nosed up to the windmill, ladder in place, MAINTENANCE CREW in HI-VIZ VESTS moving on and off the turbine. Other boats service other turbines. The Protagonist pulls on his VEST and CLIMBS down onto the catamaran.
>> 信条Tenet Movie Script
INT. WIND TURBINE – CONTINUOUS In the bare space, the Protagonist finds a SPORTS BAG, a COT, a pallet of WATER and PROTEIN BARS. He opens the sports bag to find passports, cash, credit cards and a HI-VIZ VEST.
>> 信条Tenet Movie Script
BANG! BANG! BANG! BRUCE WAYNE's body FLINCHES in his cot with each shot.
>> 蝙蝠侠：元年 Batman: Year One Movie Script
INT. BARN -- DAY Paul Getty lies on his cot, pale and motionless, as Cinquantacradles his bandaged head.
>> 金钱世界 All the Money in the World Movie Script
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. CALABRIAN CAVE -- DAY We DESCEND into a cave deep in the Calabrian mountains. An army cot has been set up in here, with wooden boxes for tablesand chairs. Years of crude graffiti on the walls.
>> 金钱世界 All the Money in the World Movie Script