词汇：helplessly
adv. 无能为力地；无助地
相关场景
- He looks helplessly at Jake and Grace's link units -- no way to warn them.>> 阿凡达 Avatar Movie Script
- Sam is underwater...hands flailing helplessly as he sinks.>> 指环王1：护戒使者 The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring Movie Script
- Father sees him, takes a step towards him, but stops, smiling helplessly. He raises his hand and waves, then turns and goes towards the trucks.>> 钢琴家 The Pianist Movie Script
- April goes white. She stares helplessly at her father.>> A Quiet Place 寂静之地 Movie Script 2018
- HAGEN shrugs helplessly; on an impulse, KAY quickly moves toward MAMA, the letter extended.>> The Godfather教父 1972 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
- THE ROPE:
- It hangs close to the Man In Black. He releases the rocks, grabs the rope, hangs helplessly in space a moment, then looks up at Inigo and -->> The Princess Bride Movie Script
- AUGUSTUS FLOATED in the red water. Sometimes he saw faces, heard voices, saw more faces. He saw Bolivar and Lippy, his two wives, his three sisters. He saw men long dead whom he had rangered with, saw Pedro Flores and Pea Eye and a redheaded whore he had taken up with for a month in his riverboating days. He sloshed helplessly back and forth, as if something were churning the water.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- It seemed to her, after a month of it, that she was carrying Bob away with those sheets; he had already lost much weightand every morning seemed a little thinner to her. The large body that had lain beside her so many nights, that had warmed her in the icy nights, that had covered her those many times through the years and given her five children, was dribbling away as offal, and there was nothing she could do about it. The doctors in Ogallala said Bob’s skull was fractured; you couldn’t put a splint on a skull; probably he’d die. And yet he wasn’t dead. Often when she was cleaning him, bathing his soiled loins and thighs with warm water, the stem of life between his legs would raise itself, growing as if a fractured skull meant nothing to it. Clara cried at the sight—what it meant to her was that Bob still hoped for a boy. He couldn’t talk or turn himself, and he would never beat another horse, most likely, but he still wanted a boy. The stem let her know it, night after night, when all she came in to do was clean the stains from a dying body. She would roll Bob on his side and hold him there for a while, for his back and legs were developing terrible bedsores. She was afraid to turn him on his belly for fear he might suffocate, but she would hold him on his side for an hour, sometimes napping as she held him. Then she would roil him back and cover him and go back to her cot, often to lie awake half the night, looking at the prairies, sad beyond tears at the ways of things. There Bob lay, barely alive, his ribs showing more every morning, still wanting a boy. I could do it, she thought—would it save him if I did? I could go through it one more time—the pregnancy, the fear, the sore nipples, the worry—and maybe it would be a boy. Though she had borne five children, she sometimes felt barren, lying on her cot at night. She felt she was ignoring her husband’s last wish—that if she had any generosity she would do it for him. How could she lie night after night and ignore the strange, mute urgings of a dying man, one who had never been anything but kind to her, in his clumsy way. Bob, dying, still wanted her to make a little Bob. Sometimes in the long silent nights she felt she must be going crazy to think about such things, in such a way. And yet she came to dread having to go to him at night; it became as hard as anything she had had to do in her marriage. It was so hard that at times she wished Bob would go on and die, if he couldn’t get well. The truth was, she didn’t want another child, particularly not another boy. Somehow she felt confident she could keep her girls alive—but she lacked that confidence where boys were concerned. She remembered too well the days of icy terror and restless pain as she listened to Jim cough his way to death. She remembered her hatred of, and helplessness before, the fevers that had taken Jeff and Johnny. Not again, she thought—I won’t live that again, even for you, Bob. The memory of the fear that had torn her as her children approached death was the most vivid of her life: she could remember the coughings, the painful breathing. She never wanted to listen helplessly to such again.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “I like my eggs with just a light fry,” Dish said, morning after morning, only to watch helplessly as Augustus turned them into batter and poured them into a big skillet. “Don’t do that, Gus,” he said. “You’ll get the white and the yellow all mixed up.” “They’re going to get mixed up in your stomach anyway,” Augustus pointed out.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- The flying reptile struggles with the boy's weight. Paul watches helplessly as Eric is carried high across the canyon.>> 侏罗纪公园3 Jurassic Park 3 (2001) Movie Script
- 336 EXT. STREET - EASTLEIGH - AFTERNOON 336 JAMA watches helplessly as the pickup truck roars past him.>> Eye In The Sky Movie Script
- COLE:
- Please make them leave. Malcolm stares helplessly.>> The Sixth Sense 灵异第六感 Movie Script
- CUT TO:
INT. COLE'S HOUSE - NIGHT The front door opens, Lynn carries Cole in. He's asleep on her shoulder. She carries him down the hall to his BEDROOM. Lynn lays Cole gently on his bed next to his German Shepherd Puppy. Cole curls up with Sebastian. Lynn watches the two youngsters sleep for a moment. Cole is curled up asleep with a tiny party hat clutched in his hands. He looks like a four-year-old. Lynn has been carrying Cole's sweater from over her shoulder. She pulls it off and begins to fold it. Her attention is drawn to the sweater. She fingers the fabric of the back. IT'S RIPPED. Her eyes move to Cole. In the middle of the back of his T-shirt are THREE SMALL TEARS. Lynn pushes the fabric open with her fingers and sees DEEP FINGERNAIL LIKE SCRATCHES on his skin. Lynn looks around helplessly, fear creeping into her eyes.>> The Sixth Sense 灵异第六感 Movie Script- COLE:
- (whispers) I was thinking... you're nice. (beat) But you can't help me.Cole's tiny figure steps away. Malcolm stares helplessly at the empty doorway where his client used to stand. THE DEN IS SUFFOCATED WITH SILENCE.>> The Sixth Sense 灵异第六感 Movie Script