词汇：speaking
adj. 演讲的；富于表情的，雄辩的
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- The Arhat sits without moving or speaking. Drew takes that as a yes.>> 花旗小和尚 American Shaolin (1992) Movie Script
- Who's speaking? Can I help you?>> 美国往事Once Upon a Time in America Movie Script
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- speaking to Buttercup as Humperdinck sits.>> The Princess Bride Movie Script
- I have the honor of speaking not only for the men and women of NASA... but for people all over the world... I thought you gave a lovely speech, by the way.>> 火星救援 The Martian (2015) Movie Script
- In those hours he would lose himself in memory of other times, of other men who had lived with horses, who had broken them, ridden them, died on them. He felt proud of the boy, and with it, anguish that their beginnings had been as they had. It could not be changed, though. He thought he might speak of it sometime, as Gus had wanted him to, and yet he said nothing. He couldn’t. If he happened to be alone with the boy, his words went away. At the thought of speaking about it a tightness came into his throat, as if a hand had seized it. Anyway, what could a few words change? They couldn’t change the years.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- She thought the conversation a good sign. Maybe Lorie was going to come out of it. But it was the last conversation they had for months. Lorena lived through the winter in silence, only speaking to Betsey, who remained as loyal as ever.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “I’ll watch west and you watch east,” Augustus said. Almost as soon as he finished speaking a shot hit the cave bank just above their heads, causing dirt to shower down. Augustus looked down the creek and saw two horsemen cross it, too far away to make accurate targets in the dusk.
“我向西看，你向东看，”奥古斯都说。他刚说完，一声枪响就击中了他们头顶上方的洞穴堤岸，导致泥土倾泻而下。奥古斯都顺着小溪往下看，看见两个骑兵穿过小溪，离得太远，在黄昏时无法准确瞄准。>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇- Clara saw at once that he had sustained some blow. When she saw him come back without even the mail, it had been on her tongue to say something about his poor memory. She and the girls hungered for the magazines and catalogues that came in the mail, and it was a disappointment to have someone ride right past the post office and not pick them up. But July looked so low that she refrained from speaking. At the supper table she tried several times to get a word or two out of him, but he just sat there, scarcely even touching his food. He had been ravenous since coming off the plains—so whatever the blow was, it was serious.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- Jake was lying on his saddle blanket feeling drunk and depressed. Dan Suggs had shot the old man driving the wagon at a hundred yards’ distance, without even speaking to him. Dan had been hiding in the trees along the creek, so the old man died without even suspecting that he was in danger. He only had about thirty dollars on him, but he had four jugs of whiskey, and they were divided equally, although Dan claimed he ought to have two for doing the shooting. Jake had been drinking steadily, hoping he would get so drunk the Suggses would just go off and leave him. But he knew they wouldn’t. For one thing, he had eight hundred dollars on him, won in poker games in Fort Worth, and if Dan Suggs didn’t know it, he certainly suspected it. They wouldn’t leave him without robbing him, or rob him without killing him, so for the time being his hope was to ride along and not rile Dan.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “Did you get to see Lorie?” Dish asked point-blank. He still felt such love for Lorie that even speaking her name caused him to feel weak sometimes.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “I haven’t planned, very much,” July said honestly. “Seems like every time I make a plan something happens to change it.” “Well, life’s a twisting stream,” Augustus said. “Speaking of which, the Canadian river ain’t but a short way to the north.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “No wonder you never worked out in Waco, Aus,” he said, speaking as much to himself as to the old man. Aus Frank was not in a talkative mood, or a listening mood either. He had filled his wheelbarrow and was heading back to camp.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- Wilbarger started at once and loped several miles without speaking. Joe loped with him. The country was open, lightly spotted with elm and post oak. They came to a fair-sized stream and Wilbarger stopped to water his horse.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “Okay, Ermoke,” he said. “Go on and have a taste. We’ll stop until the moon rises.” Before he had finished speaking, the men had cut her ankles free and were dragging her off the horse. They didn’t even wait to tie their horses. When Lorena would open her eyes for a second she saw the darkening sky through the legs of the waiting horses. The man with the jerky laugh had a bugle and also less lust than the rest. After covering her once, he sat in the grass playing bugle calls. Now and then, watching what was happening, he would laugh the jerky laugh. Lorena had expected death, but it wasn’t death she got—just the four men. Ermoke, the leader, wouldn’t leave her. The other men began to complain. When she opened her eyes, she looked for the moon. But the moon was late and she only saw the horses, still standing over her. Blue Duck had gone away, and when he returned Ermoke was with her again.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- At times, waiting, she had almost decided just to take the horse and the mule and try to find her way back to Lonesome Dove. Xavier had said he would marry her and take her anywhere she wanted to go. She remembered the day he had come into the room—his wild eyes, his threat to kill Jake. When she had nothing to do but sit around and think about it, her capacity for mistakes discouraged her so that she considered drowning herself in the little pool. But it was a sunny, pretty morning, and when she went into the pool a little later, it was only to wash her hair in the cool water. For a moment she put her head under and opened her eyes, but it felt silly—to die in such an element was only ridiculous. She began to wonder if perhaps she was touched—if that was why she made mistakes. Her mother had been touched. She often babbled of people no one knew. She talked to dead relatives, dead babies, speaking to them as if they were still alive. Lorena wondered if it was mistakes that had made her mother do that. Perhaps, after so many mistakes, your mind finally broke loose and wandered back and forth between past and present.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- ( man speaking native language ) ( farting ) Hey, Randy, are farts flammable?>> Fart: A Documentary Movie Script
- ( speaking native language ) ( chattering ) Lots of comedy in the UK is actually based around, uh, farting, isn't it?>> Fart: A Documentary Movie Script
- ( speaking native language ) I do feel in any case, um, in company, there's a time and a place for the farting.>> Fart: A Documentary Movie Script
- ( speaking native language ) Sammy, Sammy, I want to thank you... That-- that-- that was real.>> Fart: A Documentary Movie Script
- - ( speaking native language ) It does not have teeth.>> Fart: A Documentary Movie Script
- People, remember this man - because this man - ( speaking native language ) will be able to tell you that Mr. Methane does trump from his bottom.>> Fart: A Documentary Movie Script
- ( farting noise ) ( male interviewer speaking ) My kids. Yeah.>> Fart: A Documentary Movie Script
- - ( audience laughing ) Ah, just nice and low-- nice and... ( speaking native language ) Just-- just down there a little... - A little down there?>> Fart: A Documentary Movie Script
- ( host speaking native language ) We're going to blow the birthday cake-- - the candles out... - Okay.>> Fart: A Documentary Movie Script
- ( record player needle scratches ) ( man speaking French ) Jim Dawson: Because, you know in France for example, in the late 19th century one of the top, uh... one of the top stars in Paris was a guy named Le Ptomane whose act at the Moulin Rouge was farting.>> Fart: A Documentary Movie Script