词汇：disturbed

adj. 扰乱的；为心理失常者而设的

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Tony is really disturbed.
>> 这个杀手不太冷Léon: The Professional Movie Script
MATHILDA:
If you knew, Leon...! I killed one thousand in my head... And this never disturbed my sleep.
>> 这个杀手不太冷Léon: The Professional Movie Script
ANGLE ON:
ARAGORN tosses in his SLEEP, disturbed by images and voices . . .
>> 指环王3：王者归来The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King Movie Script
EOWYN looks at him questioningly, disturbed'by his tone.
>> 指环王3：王者归来The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King Movie Script
When you are disturbed, you get distracted (分心) from doing something but you are still able to keep doing it. When you are disrupted, you have to stop doing what you are doing now.
>> 80-The Crystal Palace
He laughs but they're disturbed by a sound from another room, the sound of crying. They look at each other puzzled, then Halina opens a door and looks in. Szpilman and Henryk join her.
>> 钢琴家 The Pianist Movie Script
- This one is clearly disturbed.
>> Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Men Tell No Tales加勒比海盗5：死无对证 Movie Script
VIEW ON DON CORLEONE Disturbed; but wise and prudent.
>> The Godfather: Part II 教父2 1974 Movie Script
Michael is openly disturbed that Hagen is not there. He hangs up without answering.
>> The Godfather: Part II 教父2 1974 Movie Script
MICHAEL:
No. There are things that I have planned with Hyman Roth. I don't want them disturbed.
>> The Godfather: Part II 教父2 1974 Movie Script
He stops, looks. He is disturbed.
>> The Godfather教父 1972 Movie Script
Then MICHAEL seems disturbed.
>> The Godfather教父 1972 Movie Script
JOHNNY:
I'm not rich anymore, Godfather, and...my career, I'm almost washed up... He's very disturbed. The GODFATHER indicates that he come with him to the office so no one will notice. He turns to HAGEN.
>> The Godfather教父 1972 Movie Script
“Well, I swear, Dish,” he said, tears welled in his eyes and he could say no more. Several of the men were disturbed by the sight, fearing that they might behave no better. Dish shook hands quickly all around.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
All the men were standing around, disturbed that Dish was leaving. Newt felt like crying. Leavings and dyings felt a lot alike.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
At dawn Clara went out and took Cholo some coffee. He had finished digging and was sitting on the mound of earth that would soon cover Bob. Walking toward the ridge in the early sunlight, Clara had the momentary sense that they were all watching her, the boys and Bob. The vision lasted a second; it was Cholo who was watching her. It was windy, and the grass waved over the graves of her three boys—four now, she felt. In memory Bob seemed like a boy to her also. He had aboyish innocence and kept it to the end, despite the strains of work and marriage in a rough place. It often irritated her, that innocence of his. She had felt it to be laziness—it left her alone to do the thinking, which she resented. Yet she had loved it, too. He had never been a knowing man in the way that Gus was knowing, or even Jake Spoon. When she decided to marry Bob, Jake, who was a hothead, grew red in the face and proceeded to throw a fit. It disturbed him terribly that she had chosen someone he thought was dumb. Gus had been better behaved, if no less puzzled. She remembered how it pleased her to thwart them—to make them realize that her measure was different from theirs. “I’ll always know where he is,” she told Gus. It was the only explanation she ever offered.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“No, you don’t have to get up yet, Deets,” Augustus said. “Just rest a minute.” Deets noticed the handle of the lance protruding from his side. He knew the dead boy had put it there, but he felt nothing. The Captain stood in front of him, awkwardly holding the Indian baby. Deets looked at the Captain sadly. He hoped that now the Captain would see that he had been right to feel worried about leaving Texas. It was a mistake, coming into other people’s country. It only disturbed them and led to things like the dead boy. People wouldn’t understand, wouldn’t know that they were friendly.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
The old Mexican seemed not the least disturbed by the argument in progress. In fact, he seemed amused by it, and he rode up and got off his horse as if nothing were happening.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
As Clara watched the wagon the girls had spotted drawing closer, she saw Cholo come riding in with two mares who were ready to foal. Cholo had seen the wagon too, and had come to look after her. He was a cautious old man, as puzzled by Clara as he was devoted to her. It was her recklessness that disturbed him. She was respectful of dangerous horses, but seemed to have no fear at all of dangerous men. She laughed when Cholo tried to counsel her. She was not even afraid of Indians, though Cholo had showed her the scars of the arrow wounds he had suffered.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“I know, I’m surprised that it ain’t hailing or shooting lightning bolts at us,” Call said. Though the scattering was annoying, he was not seriously disturbed, for the river was fairly shallow and the banks rather low where they were crossing. It would only take a little more time to restart the cattle that had gone back to the south bank. Fortunately no cattle were bogged, and this time no cowboys drowned.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“We’re here to see you reap what you sow,” Dan went on. “It’ll cost you forty dollars gold, but we’ll deal with the herds when they show up and your crops won’t be disturbed.” “No speaken English,” the man said, still smiling and nodding in a friendly way.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
He kept going north, reminding himself that it was a long way to any towns; but soon the unvarying emptiness of the country began to disturb him, and he was already disturbed enough by the deaths of the three people buried on the Canadian. He thought of them more or less all day. Waking in the gray dawn, he would have Roscoe’s face in his mind; when he dreamed, it was of Roscoe and Joe and the young girl. Several times he cried at the thought of the finality of it.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
July had never felt so inadequate. He was not even sure he could find his way back to where they had left the others. He was a sheriff, paid to fight when necessary, but nothing in his experience had prepared him for the slaughter he had just witnessed. Captain McCrae had killed six men, whereas he had not even fired his gun when the old bandit was aiming at him. It had all seemed so rapid, all those deaths in a minute or two. Captain McCrae had not seemed disturbed, whereas he felt such confusion he could scarcely think. He had met rough men in Arkansas and backed several of them down and arrested them, but this was different: the dying buffalo hunter had had nothing but a patch of blood between his legs.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
Deep in the night a sound disturbed him, and he came awake and drew his pistol. It was well on toward morning—he could tell that by the moon—but the sound was new to him.Cautiously he turned over, only to see at once that the source of the sound was Aus Frank. He had risen in the night and collected another load of buffalo bones. Now he was heaving them up on the pyramid. The sound that had awakened Augustus was the sound of bones, clicking and rattling as they slid down the sides of the pyramid.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“Dee,” Joe said. “Dee Boot.” “But he’s dead,” July said, looking very disturbed. “Ellie told me he died of smallpox.” From the look on July’s face, Joe knew he had made a mistake in mentioning Dee. Of course, it was his mother’s fault. She had never told him that Dee had died—if he had. Joe didn’t believe he was dead either. It was probably just something his mother had told July for reasons of her own.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇