词汇：stick

v. 粘贴;粘住;被接受;（在某物中）卡住，陷住，动不了;(尤指迅速或随手)放置;戳;容忍;将…刺入(或插入);对…不感兴趣;不再要牌 n. 棍，条，签;（飞机的）操纵杆，驾驶杆;一管，一支（胶棒等）;枝条;批评;（车辆的）变速杆，换挡杆;枯枝;球棍;指挥棒;条状物;棍状物;柴火棍儿

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DREW:

Yeah, I'm just a little on edge, that's all. Ever since I got to the temple, some nut has been attacking me with a stick – at night, in the toilet... anywhere! It's driving me crazy... Gao and Li look at each other, nodding.

>> 花旗小和尚 American Shaolin (1992) Movie Script

As soon as they are out, the serious faces break into smiles, and they are teenagers again. Some of the disciples run off to join relatives waiting for them in the courtyard, while a group of them stick together.

>> 花旗小和尚 American Shaolin (1992) Movie Script

ANGLE ON DOOR: As the D.S. opens it and sticks his head in.

>> 花旗小和尚 American Shaolin (1992) Movie Script

Drew pulls the stick out and watches as the night soil cascades down onto Gao's head. They back away as Gao goes running towards the pit where the night soil is deposited.

>> 花旗小和尚 American Shaolin (1992) Movie Script

Drew pokes at the basket for a moment, right over Gao's head. Then, he JAMS the stick in, and holds it there.

>> 花旗小和尚 American Shaolin (1992) Movie Script

He reaches down and plucks a stick out of the earth at his feet, and then closes on Gao a little bit.

>> 花旗小和尚 American Shaolin (1992) Movie Script

Drew stumbles in, bleary-eyed, to relieve himself. He stands at the urinal, relaxing as he starts. Suddenly, a huge stick WHACKS Drew across the rear end, the SOUND reverberating through the latrine. Drew yelps and jumps, looking around for the attacker.

>> 花旗小和尚 American Shaolin (1992) Movie Script

Suddenly, a huge stick ENTERS FRAME, and it pauses for a moment above Drew, before THUMPING down on top of him.

>> 花旗小和尚 American Shaolin (1992) Movie Script

Drop your pants and I'll stick it to you again.

>> 美国往事Once Upon a Time in America Movie Script

INIGO:

trying like hell to get out of the way, but no, and it sticks deep into his stomach, and he hurtles back helplessly against the wall of the room, his eyes glazed, blood coming from his wound.

>> The Princess Bride Movie Script

CUT TO:

THE MAN IN BLACK who watches Inigo, then casually tosses his sword to the landing where it sticks in perfectly. Then the Man In Black copies INIGO. Not copies exactly, improves.

>> The Princess Bride Movie Script

This thing here is five times stronger than a stick of dynamite.

>> 火星救援 The Martian (2015) Movie Script

“There,” he said. “This will teach me to be more careful about what I promise.” He used the plank with “Hat Creek Cattle Company and Livery Emporium” on it as a crossbar, tying it to a long mesquite stick, which he drove into the ground with a big rock. While he was tying the crossbar tight with two saddle strings, a wagon with settlers in it came along the ridge. They were a young couple, with two or three children peeking shyly around them, narrow-faced as young possums. The young man was fair and the sun had blistered him beet-red; his young wife had a bonnet pulled close about her face. It was clear that the grave marker puzzled them. The young man stopped the wagon and stared at it. Not having seen him put Augustus under, they were not sure whether they were looking at a grave, or just a sign.“Where is this Hat Creek outfit, mister?” the young man asked.

“在那里，”他说。“这会让我对自己的承诺更加小心。”他用那块上面写着“帽溪牛公司和Livery Emporium”的木板作为横杆，把它绑在一根长的豆科木棍上，然后用一块大石头把它压到地上。当他用两根马鞍绳把横杆系紧时，一辆载有定居者的马车沿着山脊驶来。他们是一对年轻夫妇，有两三个孩子害羞地在他们周围偷看，脸像小负鼠一样窄。这个年轻人很漂亮，太阳把他晒得通红；他年轻的妻子把一顶帽子紧紧地戴在脸上。很明显，墓碑让他们很困惑。年轻人停下马车，盯着它看。没有看到他把奥古斯都放在下面，他们不确定自己是在看坟墓，还是只是在看一个标志。“先生，帽子溪的衣服在哪里？”年轻人问。

>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇

That night he wondered if he ought to leave. He could not stay around Clara without nursing hopes, and yet he could detect no sign that she cared about him. Sometimes he thought she did, but when he thought it over he always concluded that he had just been imagining things. Her remarks to him generally had a stinging quality, but he would often not realize he had been stung until after she left the scene. Working together in the lots, which they did whenever the weather was decent, she often lectured him on his behavior with the horses. She didn’t feel he paid close attention to them. July was at a loss to know how anyone could pay close attention to a horse when she was around, and yet the more his eyes turned to her the worse he did with the horses and the more disgusted she grew. His eyes would turn to her, though. She had taken to wearing her husband’s old coat and overshoes, both much too big for her. She wouldn’t wear gloves—she claimed the horses didn’t like it—and her large bony hands often got so cold she would have to stick them under the coat for a few minutes to warm them. She wore a variety of caps that she had ordered from somewhere—apparently she liked caps as much as she liked cake. None of them were particularly suited to a Nebraska winter. Her favorite one was an old Army cap Cholo had picked up on the plains somewhere. Sometimes Clara would tie a wool scarf over it to keep her ears warm, but usually the scarf came untied in the course of working with the horses, so that when they walked back up for a meal her hair was usually spilling over the collar of the big coat. Yet July couldn’t stop his eyes from feasting on her. He thought she was wonderfully beautiful, so beautiful that merely to walk with her from the lots to the house, when she was in a good mood, was enough to make him give up for another month all thought of leaving. He told himself that just being able to work with her was enough. And yet, it wasn’t—which is why the question finally forced itself out. He was miserable all night, for she hadn’t answered the question. But he had spoken the words and revealed what he wanted. He supposed she would think worse of him than she already did, once she thought it over.

>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇

“Take the sign back and stick it over my grave.” “Have you wrote them notes for the women yet?” Call asked. “I won’t know what to say to them, you see.” “Dern, I forgot, and my two favorite women, too,” Augustus said. “Get me some paper.” The doctor had brought in a tablet for Augustus to write his will on. Augustus drew himself up and slowly wrote two notes.

>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇

“Didn’t I stick that sign in the wagon, that one I made in Lonesome Dove that upset Deets so much at first?” Augustus asked.

>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇

“Stick it through your belt and down your pants leg,” Augustus said. “You can float downstream, you won’t actually have to swim much.” Pea Eye took off his boots and his shirt and made a bundle of them. Then he did as Gus ordered and stuck his rifle through his belt. He stuffed some jerky in one boot for provisions. All he needed to do was leave, but it was hard.

>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇

“Is that woman real sick?” Betsey asked. “Why does she yell so much?” “She’s working at a hard task,” Clara said. “You better not burn that porridge, because I want some.” She carried the bucket up to the bedroom, pulled the smelly sheets out from under Bob, and washed him. Bob stared straight up, as he always did. Usually she warmed the water but this morning she hadn’t taken the time. It was cold and raised goosebumps on his legs. His big ribs seemed to stick out more every day. She had forgotten to bring fresh sheets—it was a constant problem, keeping fresh sheets—so she covered him with a blanket and walked out on her porch for a minute. She heard Elmira begin to moan, again and again. She ought to go relieve Cholo, she knew, but she didn’t rush. The birth might take another day. Everything took longer than it should, or else went too quick. Her sons’ lives had been whipped away like a breath, while her husband had lain motionless for two months and still wasn’t dead. It was wearying, trying to adjust to all the paces life required.

>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇

“You could take him with you when you hunt, like you used to,” she said. “He couldn’t pester me if he’s with you.” She had hardly spoken when a shot rang out. It passed between the two of them and hit the turkey, knocking it off its stick into the ashes. They both scrambled for the cover of the wagon and waited. An hour later they were still waiting.

>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇

Monkey John was too drunk to listen. He charged Dog Face and swung the stick at him but Dog Face wasn’t as drunk. He hit Monkey John with the barrel of his rifle. The old man went loop-legged and dropped his stick. Then he dropped, too, falling on the stick.

>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇

“Put it down,” he said. “You’ve beat her enough.” “Let her answer me then,” Monkey John said. “She can talk. Duck says so.” Dog Face picked up his rifle. Monkey John still had the stick.

>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇

Then he grabbed a stick of wood and was about to beat her with it when Dog Face intervened.

>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇

He might cuff her if she disappointed him, but he didn’t beat her with hot sticks or kick her stomach like the old man did.

>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇

Monkey John was old and short. His hair was a dirty white and he was under five feet, but that didn’t keep him from being mean. Twice he had grabbed sticks out of the fire and beat her with them. There was nothing she could do but curl up as tight as she could. Her back and legs were soon burned and bruised and she knew Monkey John would do worse than that if he ever got her alone long enough, but Dog Face owned half of her and he stuck close to be sure his investment didn’t get too damaged.

>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇

“I wish they’d stick,” he said many times. “If they would, there’d soon be enough of them to beat back the Indians.” “You ain’t never laid in bed all night with a scared woman,” Augustus said. “You can’t start a farm if you’ve got to live in afort. Them that starts the farms have got to settle off by themselves, which means they’re easy to cut off and carve up.” “Well, they could leave the women for a while,” Call said. “Send for them when it’s safe.” “Yes, but a man that goes to the trouble to take a wife don’t generally want to go off and leave her,” Augustus pointed out. “It means doing the chores all by yourself. Besides, without a wife handy you won’t be getting no kids, and kids are a wonderful source of free labor. They’re cheaper than slaves by a damn sight.” They had argued the point for years, but fruitlessly, for Call had no sympathy for human weakness. Augustus put it down to a lack of imagination. Call could never imagine what it was like to be scared. They had been in tight spots, but usually that meant action, and in battles things happened too fast for fear to paralyze the mind of a man like Call. He couldn’t imagine what it was like to go to bed every night scared that you and your family would feel the knives of the Comanches before sunrise.

>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇