词汇：customer

n. 顾客；[口]家伙

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“Don’t he have a horse?” “No, it foundered,” she said. “Besides, I took the big pan and whacked him across the knees to keep him still a few days.” “My goodness,” Roscoe said. “You’re a rough customer, I guess.” The girl shook her head. “I ain’t rough,” she said. “Old Sam was rough.” She took the utensils to the creek and washed them before putting them back in the packs.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
In this case, Roscoe didn’t know if it was even a family dispute that he was hearing. The old man had just said he bought the girl, though of course slavery had been over for years, and in any case the girl was white. The girl seemed to be putting up a good fight, despite her whimpering, for the old man was breathing hard and cursing her when he could get his breath. Roscoe wished more than ever that he had never spotted the cabin. The old man was a sorry customer, and the girl could only be having a miserable life with him.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
The old man, a hard-looking customer, didn’t look up again until he had finished skinning the possum. All Roscoe could do was stand around uneasily. The silence was heavy. Roscoe almost wished he had ridden on and spent the night sitting up against a tree. The level of civilization in Texas definitely wasn’t very high if the old man was an example of it.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“You dern cowboys ought to broom yourselves off before you walk in here,” he said with an insolent look. “We can get all the sand we need without the customers bringing it to us. That’ll be two dollars.” Augustus pitched a ten-dollar gold piece on the bar and as the young man took it, suddenly reached out, grabbed his head and smashed his face into the bar, before the young man could even react. Then he quickly drew his big Colt, and when the bartender raised his head, his broken nose gushing blood onto his white shirtfront, he found himself looking right into the barrel of a very big gun.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
At first Xavier was cheered by all the new customers, until it occurred to him that they would only be there for a week or two. Then the thought of how empty the saloon would soon be filled him with gloom, and he stood by the door most of the night, his washrag dripping down his leg.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
Jake immediately stepped over and helped her undo the buttons. It was plain she wasn’t the first woman he had undressed, because he even knew how to unhook the dress at the neck, something most of her customers would never have thought of.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
Most of her customers were brown down to their collar, and white below. The great majority of them were reluctant to show anything of their bodies, though it was bodies they had come to satisfy. Some wouldn’t even unbuckle their belts.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
There was a washtub sitting on the back porch. Lorena carried it up when she needed a bath, and the six or eight buckets of water it took to fill it. Xavier used it more often than she did. He could tolerate dirt on his customers, but not on himself. Lippy gave no thought to baths so far as anyone knew.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
In fact, though, Gus McCrae was a cool customer, perhaps the coolest Call had ever known—and he had known many men who didn’t scare easy. His disregard of danger was so complete that Call initially thought he must want to die. He had known men who did want to die—who for some reason had ended up with a dislike of life—and most of them had got the death they wanted. In Texas, in his time, getting killed was easy.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
Gus’s disregard of common sense in such matters was legendary. Jake appeared to have the same disregard, but Call knew his was mostly bluff. Gus started the joking, and Jake felt like he had to keep up his end of it, because he wanted to be thought a cool customer.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“Anyhow, Call, a sign’s a kind of a tease,” Augustus said. “It ought to make a man stop and consider just what it is he wants out of life in the next few days.” “If he thinks he wants to rent a pig he’s not a man I’d want for a customer,” Call said.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
It was peculiar that he was her most regular customer, because he was also her oldest. She made a point of not letting anything men did surprise her much, but secretly it did surprise her a little that a man as old as Gus would still be so partial to it. In that respect he put a lot of younger men to shame, including Mosby Marlin, who had held her up for two years over in east Texas. Compared to Gus, Mosby couldn’t even be said to have a carrot, though he did have a kind of little stringy radish that he was far too proud of.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
Unfortunately no medical man had taken an interest in the town since, and Augustus and Call, both of whom had coped with their share of wounds, got called on to do such surgery as was deemed essential. Dillard Brawley’s leg had presented no problem, except that Dillard screeched so loudly that he injured his vocal cords. He got around good on one leg, but the vocal cords had never fully recovered, which ultimately hurt his business. Dillard had always talked too much, butafter the trouble with the centipedes, what he did was whisper too much. Customers couldn’t relax under their hot towels for trying to make out Dillard’s whispers. He hadn’t really been worth listening to, even when he had two legs, and in time many of his customers drifted off to the Mexican barber. Call even used the Mexican, and Call didn’t trust Mexicans or barbers.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
The springhouse was a little lumpy adobe building, so cool on the inside that Augustus would have been tempted to live in it had it not been for its popularity with black widows, yellow jackets and centipedes. When he opened the door he didn’t immediately see any centipedes but he did immediately hear the nervous buzz of a rattlesnake that was evidently smarter than the one the pigs were eating. Augustus could just make out the snake, coiled in a corner, but decided not to shoot it; on a quiet spring evening in Lonesome Dove, a shot could cause complications. Everybody in town would hear it and conclude either that the Comanches were down from the plains or the Mexicans up from the river. If any of the customers of the Dry Bean, the town’s one saloon, happened to be drunk or unhappy—which was very likely—they would probably run out into the street and shoot a Mexican or two, just to be on the safe side.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
They didn't want me to do it out in-- where the customers would come in, but... So, I don't know what I had did to her, but ticked her off somehow.
>> Fart: A Documentary Movie Script
- Too many customers.
>> 倾城佳话 It Could Happen to You (1994) Movie Script
Look sweetheart, you weren't there... She has customers with Al DS, and treats them like an angel.
>> 倾城佳话 It Could Happen to You (1994) Movie Script
He's a pretty rugged customer, isn't he?
>> 倒扣的王牌 Ace in the Hole (1951) Movie Script
I only wanted to serenade Miss lloan, too Our customers can do as they like... except enter the kitchen, or touch the piano The melody is so touching Is it really your own?
>> 布达佩斯之恋Gloomy Sunday AKA The Piano Player) Movie Script
JORDAN:
Jesus. I thought he was your best customer.
>> 华尔街之狼 The Wolf of Wall Street Movie Script
You know, we don't go visit the customers' homes.
>> The China Hustle Movie Script
AMOS:
What’s the matter with you, kid? I haven’t seen a customer so depressedsince the elephant sat on that farmer’swife.
>> 大鱼 Big Fish (2003) Movie Script
- [ Customer #1 ] Yeah, right.
>> 心灵点滴 Patch Adams (1998) Movie Script
- [ Customer #2 Chuckles ] Don't hurt your ankle.
>> 心灵点滴 Patch Adams (1998) Movie Script
- [ Customer #1 ] Yeah, what the hell is the answer ?
>> 心灵点滴 Patch Adams (1998) Movie Script