词汇：wish

n. 希望；祝福；心愿

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Maybe I can remember where I come from Only you have no idea on what I am saying Clothes, how I wish you could talk Then you would be able to explain everything Master... America... Setting up Po Chi Lam... One year anniversary, Sol... What's this letter about?
>> 西域雄狮 Once Upon a Time in China and America Movie Script
You know what? You know, I wish I was switched when I was a kid.
>> 美国往事Once Upon a Time in America Movie Script
"We wish to inform you that following the sale of the Beth Israel Cemetery... " Yeah, the synagogue sent these out if you wanted to relocate your loved ones.
>> 美国往事Once Upon a Time in America Movie Script
GRANDFATHER: (a beat) As you wish... And his smile is enough. As The Grandfather steps out the door, tipping his hat-- FINAL FADE OUT.
>> The Princess Bride Movie Script
WESTLEY:
You mean you wish to surrender to me? Very well, I accept.
>> The Princess Bride Movie Script
There is a long pause. She stands there, alone, as from far below the words come to her, drifting on the wind -- MAN IN BLACK: ... as ... you ... wish... BUTTERCUP: Oh, my sweet Westley; what have I done?
>> The Princess Bride Movie Script
VIZZINI:
If you wish her dead, by all means keep moving forward.
>> The Princess Bride Movie Script
WESTLEY:
As you wish.
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GRANDFATHER: (off-screen) That day, she was amazed to discover that when he was saying, "As you wish," what he meant was, "I love you."
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WESTLEY:
As you wish.
>> The Princess Bride Movie Script
WESTLEY:
(quietly, watching her) As you wish.
>> The Princess Bride Movie Script
“For that girl’s sake I wish you’d forget your promise, Mister Call,” Clara said finally.
“看在那个女孩的份上，我希望你忘记你的承诺，通话先生，”克拉拉最后说。
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“He was all right until Ma died and Sister died,” he said. “We were in a wagon train. Then he just went daft and said we had to go off by ourselves. I didn’t want to.” “I wish he hadn’t taken our horses,” Call said.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“I guess you wish you’d gone with him,” Clara said. “It would have given you a little more time.” Lorena looked surprised—it was the one thing she had been thinking since the news came.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
She sat silently, not watching, while July sat just as silently. He could not help but wish that Dish Boggett had got lost in Wyoming or had somehow gone on to Texas. Hardly a day passed without him seeing what he thought were signs that Clara was taken with the man. Sooner or later, when Dish gave up on Lorena, he would be bound to notice. July felt helpless—there was nothing he could do about it. Sometimes he sat near Lorena, feeling that he had more in common with her than with anyone else at the ranch. She loved a dead man, he a woman who hardly noticed him. But whatever they had in common didn’t cause Lorena to so much as look his way. Lorena looked more beautiful than ever, but it was a grave beauty since news of the death had come. Only the young girl, Betsey, who loved Lorena completely, could occasionally bring a spark of life to her eyes. If Betsey was ill, Lorena nursed her tirelessly, taking her into her own bed and singing to her. They read stories together, Betsey doing the reading. Lorena could only piece out a few words—the sisters planned to teach her reading, but knew it would have to wait until she felt better.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“I wish now I had,” he said.
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“People have their whimsies,” he said. “Your friend was a crazy patient. I imagine we’d have quarreled if he’d lived.” “I imagine,” Call said. “But I intend to honor the wish.” “We’ll pack him in charcoal and salt,” the doctor said. “It’ll take a barrel or two. Luckily there’s a good salt lick not far from here.” “I may need to leave him all winter,” Call said. “Is there a place I could store him?” “My harness shed would do fine,” the doctor said. “It’s well ventilated, and he’ll keep better in the cool. Do you want his other leg?” “Well, where is it?” Call asked, startled.
“人们有他们的奇思妙想，”他说。“你的朋友是个疯狂的病人。我想如果他活着，我们会吵架的。”“我想，”Call说。“但我打算实现这个愿望。”“我们会用木炭和盐把他包起来，”医生说。“这需要一两桶。幸运的是，离这里不远有一个很好的盐舔点。”“我可能需要整个冬天都离开他，”Call说。“有地方可以存放它吗？”“我的马具棚可以，”医生说。“这里通风很好，他在凉爽的地方会保持得更好。你想要他的另一条腿吗？”“好吧，它在哪里？”Call吃惊地问。
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“That was the Musselshell River, where you holed up,” he said. “I met that old trapper and he told me. We may take him with us to scout, since he knows the country.” “I wish I had some better whiskey,” Augustus said. “This is a cheap product.” “Well, the saloon’s closed, probably,” Call said.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“Woodrow, I wish you’d relax,” Augustus said. “You can’t save me, and it would be a pity if we fought at this stage. I might kill you accidentally and them boys would sit out on the plains and freeze.” Call didn’t answer. He felt tired and old and sad. He had pressed the mare all day and all night, had easily found the river where the battle took place, recovered Pea Eye’s rifle and even his boots and shirt, found Gus’s saddle, and raced for Miles City. He had risked ruining the Hell Bitch—he hadn’t, though she was tired—and still he had arrived too late. Gus would die, and all he could do was keep a death watch.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
Augustus and Pea Eye passed him nearly a mile from camp. “Po, you’re a rambler,” Augustus said. “What do you expect to find on this old plain?” “Wild onions,” Po Campo said. “I’d like an onion.” “I’d like a jug of bourbon whiskey, myself,” Augustus said. “I wonder which one of us will get his wish.” “Adios,” Po Campo said.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“I know it’s tardy news,” Augustus said. “Since Woodrow ain’t a mentioner, I thought I’d tell you. You never know what might happen.” “I wish I’d known sooner,” Newt said—it was the one thing he was sure of.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“I wish he had been more careful around horses, is what I wish,” Clara said.
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“Oh, I’m so bad,” Sally said, when she could talk. “I wanted Daddy to die. I didn’t like it that he just lay up there with his eyes open. It was like he was a spook. Only now I wish he hadn’t died.” “Hush,” Clara said. “You ain’t bad. I wanted him to die too.” “And now you wish he hadn’t, Ma?” Sally asked.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“Well, I guess it’s for the best,” he said. “The man wasn’t getting no better.” Lorena noticed that he sounded happier than she had heard him sound since she arrived at the ranch. She knew exactly what it meant. She had often seen him looking at Clara with helpless love in his eyes. She herself didn’t care one way or the other about July Johnson, but the dumb quality of his love annoyed her. Many men had looked at her that way, and she was not flattered by it. They wanted to pretend, such men, that they were different, that she was different, and that what might happen between them would be different than it would ever be. They wanted to pretend that they wanted pretty dresses and smiles, when what they really wanted was for her to lay down under them. That was the real wish beneath all the pretty wishes men had. And when she was under them, they could look down and pretend something pretty was happening, but she would look up and only see a dumb face above her, strained, dishonest and anything but pretty.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
She didn’t cry, but merely felt a wish, now he was gone, that she could somehow escape dealing with the tiresome formalities of death. Someone would have to go for a preacher; there would have to be some kind of funeral. They had no close neighbors, but the two or three closest would still feel they had to come, bring food, pay their respects.
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