词汇：hurt

vt. 使受伤；使疼痛；使痛心；[口]损害

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>> 西域雄狮 Once Upon a Time in China and America Movie Script
- Don't hurt him!
>> 美国往事Once Upon a Time in America Movie Script
- No, don't hurt him!
>> 美国往事Once Upon a Time in America Movie Script
HUMPERDINCK: (close to erupting; speaks very distinctly) I-would-not-say-such things-if- Iwere-you- BUTTERCUP: Why not? You can't hurt me.
>> The Princess Bride Movie Script
BUTTERCUP: If we surrender, and I return with you, will you promise not to hurt this man?
>> The Princess Bride Movie Script
BUTTERCUP: Will you promise not to hurt him?
>> The Princess Bride Movie Script
FEZZIK:
(hurt) Don't say that, Vizzini. Please.
>> The Princess Bride Movie Script
My chest hurts.
>> 火星救援 The Martian (2015) Movie Script
The day after they crossed the Marais, Old Dog disappeared. From being a lead steer, he had drifted back to the drags and usually trailed a mile or two behind the herd. Always he was there in the morning, but one morning he wasn’t. Newt and the Raineys, still in charge of the drags, went back to look for him and saw two grizzlies making a meal of the old steer. At the sight of the bears their horses bolted and raced back to the herd. Their fear instantly communicated itself to all the animals and the herd and remuda stampeded. Several cowboys got thrown, including Newt, but no one was hurt, though it took an afternoon to gather the scattered herd.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
As soon as the sun was well up he eased out of the cave and stood up. The bad leg throbbed. Even to touch his toes to the ground hurt. The waters were rapidly receding. Fifty yards to the east, a game trail led up the creek bank. Augustus decided to use the carbine he had taken off the Indian boy as a crutch. He cut the stirrups off the saddle and lashed one over each end of the rifle, then padded one end of his rude crutch with a piece of saddle leather. He stuffed one pistol under his belt, holstered the other, took his rifle and a pocketful of jerky, and hobbled across along the bank to the animal trail.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
Somehow he hobbled south all night. The snow soon stopped, but his feet were very cold and every time he stepped on a rock in the dark they hurt so he could hardly keep from crying out. He felt very weak and empty and knew he wasn’t making very good time. He bitterly regretted not having hung onto some of the jerky, or his rifle, or something. Gus would think him a fine fool if he found out he had lost everything before he even got clear of the creek.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
At first the nakedness worried him almost as much as his sore feet, but before he had walked half a day his feet hurt so much that he had stopped caring whether he was naked, or even alive. He had to wade two little creeks, and he got into some thorny underbrush in one of them. Soon every step was painful, but he knew he had to keep walking or he would never find the boys. Every time he looked back, he expected to see either Indians or a bear. By evening he was just stumbling along. He found a good patch of high grass and weeds and lay down to sleep for a while.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
Cholo was watching her to see if she was hurt. He loved Clara completely and tried in small ways to make life easier for her, although he had concluded long before that she wasn’t seeking ease. Often in the morning when she came down to the lots she would be somber and would stand by the fence for an hour, not saying a word to anyone. Other times there would be something working in her that scared the horses. He thought of Clara as like the clouds. Sometimes the small black clouds would pour out of the north; they seemed to roll over and over as they swept across the sky, like tumbleweeds. On some mornings things rolled inside Clara, and made her tense and snappish. She could do nothing with the horses on days like that. They became as she was, and Cholo would try gently to persuade her that it was not a good day to do the work. Other days, her spirit was quiet and calm and the horses felt that too. Those were the days they made progress training them.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
The sound of voices reached him. One belonged to the Captain, the other to Mr. Gus. Po Campo’s voice could be heard, too, and Dish Boggett said something. Newt opened his eyes a moment and saw they were all kneeling by something onthe ground. Maybe they had killed an antelope. He was very drowsy and wanted to go back to sleep. He closed his eyes again, then opened them. It wasn’t an antelope. He sat up and saw that Po Campo was kneeling down, twisting on something. Someone had been hurt and Po was trying to pull a stob of some kind out of his body. He was straining hard, but the stob wouldn’t come out. He stopped trying, and Dish, who had been holding the wounded man down, turned away suddenly, white and sick.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
She was afraid at first that Gus might have his feelings hurt. She looked at him a little fearfully, hard put to explain the strange desire she had to stay at Clara’s. Only that morning she had been resolved to stay with Gus at all costs.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“Don’t be so stern with him, Ma,” Betsey pleaded. “We don’t want him to leave.” “It won’t hurt the man to learn a thing or two,” Clara said. “If he plans to stay here he’d better start learning how to treat women.” “He treats us fine,” Sally pointed out.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“I doubt you’ve had a chance to get much, but it won’t hurt to check,” she said.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“You hurt?” Call asked the boy.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“Are you much hurt?” he asked.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
Dixon sprang up, not hurt by the fall, but disoriented. When he turned, Call had dismounted and was running at him. He didn’t look large, and Dixon was puzzled that the man would charge him that way. He reached for his pistol, not realizing he still had the quirt looped around his wrist. The quirt interfered with his draw and Call ran right into him, just as his horse had run into Dixon’s horse. Dixon was knocked down again, and when he turned his head to look up he saw a boot coming at his eye.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“He ain’t hurt,” Augustus assured the girl. “Would you like a sip of whiskey?” “Yeah,” the girl said, and when the bartender brought a glass, quaffed the whiskey Augustus poured her. She couldn’t keep her eyes off the gambler, though. He had managed to breathe again, and was standing by the bar, holding his chest.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“Well, Deets is sensitive,” Augustus said. “Probably you hurt his feelings in your blunt way.” “I didn’t hurt his feelings,” Call said. “I always try to be especially good to Deets. He’s the best man we got.” “Best man we’ve ever had,” Augustus said. “Maybe he’s sick.” “No,” Call said.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
He turned back, racing for the ranch. He wore the horse half down, and he remembered it was a borrowed horse, so he slowed up. By the time he got back to Clara’s he was not racing at all. He seemed to have no strength, and his head hurt again. He was barely able to unsaddle; instead of going right to the house, he sat down behind the saddle shed and wept.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
July wished she would leave him alone. She had taken him in and fed him, saved his wife and cared for his child, and yet he did wish she would just leave him alone. He felt so weak himself that if he hadn’t been braced against the porch railing he might have rolled off the steps. He had nothing to say and nothing to offer. And yet there was something tireless in Clara that never seemed to stop. His head hurt so he felt like shooting himself, the baby was squalling overhead, and yet she would ask questions.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
July felt that his head would burst. He didn’t care what she called him. It hurt so that he could hardly walk straight on the stairs. He bumped into the door at the foot of the stairs. Above them, the baby was squalling.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇