词汇：unless

conj. 除非，如果不

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MICHAEL:
I don't think so. Unless I'm very wrong...they're already dead.
>> The Godfather: Part II 教父2 1974 Movie Script
If what I think has happened is true; I will leave tonight, and absolutely no one will know how to contact me. And even you are not to try to reach me unless it is absolutely necessary. I give you
>> The Godfather: Part II 教父2 1974 Movie Script
MICHAEL:
For dinner. Unless I call and tell them we're still in New Hampshire.
>> The Godfather教父 1972 Movie Script
No. Unless that's how you get your kicks.
>> Spare Parts 拼凑梦想 (2015) Movie Script
Unless you got a stable hand.
>> 1900 Movie Script
I'm gonna beat you down unless you chill out.
>> 战争机器 War Machine (2017) Movie Script
SAN DE:
Exactly! You are like this cup, full of what you have learned. How can we show you Shaolin unless you first empty your cup?
>> 花旗小和尚 American Shaolin (1992) Movie Script
MONK (CONT'D) At the Shaolin temple, we forge our bodies in the fire of our wills. We adhere to a vow of non-violence, unless someone else is in danger... Follow my movements... He starts moving through a series of techniques, and the rest of the disciples try to mimic his actions. He is moving around the room, and they are trying to do what he is doing.
>> 花旗小和尚 American Shaolin (1992) Movie Script
Unless I'm wrong, and I am never wrong, they are headed dead into the fire swamp.
>> The Princess Bride Movie Script
INIGO:
Unless the enemy has studied his Agrippa- And now, with the grace of an Olympian, Inigo flies off the perch, somersaults clean over the Man In Black's head, and lands facing his opponent.
>> The Princess Bride Movie Script
Unless he's not taking a direct route.
>> 火星救援 The Martian (2015) Movie Script
Crossing the green Nueces, he remembered the snakes and the Irish boy. He knew he ought to go by and find the widow Spettle to tell her she had one less son, but decided the bad news could wait. It had already waited a year, unless she had gotten it from one of the returning cowhands.
穿过绿色的纽塞斯河，他想起了蛇和那个爱尔兰男孩。他知道他应该过去找寡妇斯皮特尔，告诉她她少了一个儿子，但他决定这个坏消息可以等一下。它已经等了一年了，除非她从一个回来的牛仔那里得到它。
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“I despise all you fine-haired sons of bitches,” Blue Duck said. “You Rangers. I expect I’ll kill a passel of you yet.” “I doubt it,” Call said. “Not unless you can fly.” Blue Duck smiled a cold smile. “I can fly,” he said. “An old woman taught me. And if you care to wait, you’ll see me.” “I’ll wait,” Call said.
“我鄙视你们这些漂亮的狗娘养的，”蓝鸭说。“你们这些流浪者。我想我还会杀了你们中的一部分。”“我怀疑，”Call说。“除非你能飞。”蓝鸭冷冷地笑了笑。“我能飞，”他说。“一位老妇人教我的。如果你愿意等，你会看到我的。”“我会等的，”Call说。
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
Clara saw that it was hopeless to hammer at Call. He would go unless she shot him. His face was set, and only the fact that the girl stood by the buggy had kept him from leaving already. It angered her that Gus had been so perverse as to extract such a promise. There was no proportion in it—being drug three thousand miles to be buried at a picnic site.
克拉拉看出，打电话是没有希望的。除非她开枪打死他，否则他会走的。他的脸是固定的，只有女孩站在马车旁的事实让他还没有离开。格斯竟然做出这样的承诺，这让她很生气。这其中没有任何比例——三千英里外的毒品被埋在野餐地点。
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“Well, no, I ain’t,” Soupy said. “He’s a fair hand, but it don’t seem right a fair hand should be put over a top hand unless there’s a reason.” “He’s young and needs the training—you don’t. That’s the reason,” Call said. “If I tell you to take orders from him you will, or else leave. They’ll be my orders, at second hand.” Soupy reddened at the disgusting thought of taking orders from a boy. He stuffed his wages in his pocket, planning to leave, but an hour’s contemplation caused him to mellow and he gave Call back the wages. That night, though, he suddenly stuck out a foot and tripped Newt, when Newt walked past with a plateful of food. Newt fell on his face but he rose and flung himself on Soupy in a second, so angry at the insult that he even held his own for a few licks, until Soupy could bring his weight and experience into play—after which Newt got thoroughly pounded, so thoroughly that he was not aware when the fight stopped. He was sitting on the ground spitting blood, and Soupy had walked away. Call had expected the fight and watched impassively, pleased that the boy had fought so hard. Winning would have been beyond his powers.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“We didn’t know they were your horses,” the boy said, quivering with fright. “We thought they were Indian horses.” “They’re all branded,” Call said. “You could see that, unless you’re blind.” “Not blind and not sinners, either,” the old man said, getting to his feet. He was so drunk he couldn’t walk straight.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
Watching Lorena, as she sat blank with grief every day, scarcely stirring unless Betsey urged her to, Clara felt helpless.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
Where were you?” July had been thinking that he probably should have offered to sit with her. Of course, now it was too late. He wanted to explain that he was too shy just to come into a room where she was, particularly a bedroom, unless she asked him. Even coming into the kitchen, if she was alone, was not something he did casually. But he didn’t know how to explain all the cautions she prompted in him.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
This time it wouldn’t be resumed, and Call found he couldn’t adjust to the change. He felt so alone that he didn’t really want to go back to the outfit. The herd and the men no longer seemed to have anything to do with him. Nothing had anything to do with him, unless it was the mare. For his part he would just as soon have ridden around Montana aloneuntil the Indians jumped him, too. It wasn’t that he even missed Gus yet all that much. Only yesterday they had talked, as they had talked for thirty years.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“Not to kill,” Augustus said. “But I’ll promise to disable you if you don’t let me be about this leg.” “I never took you for a suicide, Gus,” Call said. “Men have gotten by without legs. Lots of ’em lost legs in the war. You don’t like to do nothing but sit on the porch and drink whiskey anyway. It don’t take legs to do that.” “No, I also like to walk around to the springhouse once in a while, to see if my jug’s cooled proper,” Augustus said. “Or I might want to kick a pig if one aggravates me.” Call saw that it was pointless unless he wanted to risk a fight. Gus had not uncocked the pistol either. Call looked at the doctor to see what he thought.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“It ain’t complicated,” Augustus maintained. “Most men doubt their own abilities. You don’t. It’s no wonder they want to keep you around. It keeps them from having to worry about failure all the time.” “They ain’t failures, most of them,” Call pointed out. “They can do perfectly well for themselves.” Augustus chuckled. “You work too hard,” he said. “It puts most men to shame. They figure out they can’t keep up, and it’sjust a step or two from that to feeling that they can’t do nothing much unless you’re around to get them started.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
When the second day dawned, Pea Eye stopped to rest. He realized no one was with him, unless it was ghosts. But then, it might be ghosts. Gus might be dead by then, and Deets was, for sure. Maybe one of them, having nothing to do, had decided to float along ahead of him, guiding him to the Yellowstone.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
Worse than that, he almost immediately lost the little bundle of boots and pants, shirt, all his provisions and part of his ammunition. He had reached down with one hand to try and move the rifle a little higher up on his leg, and the water sucked the bundle away and swept it far ahead of him. Pea Eye began to realize he was going to drown unless he did better than he was doing. The water pushed him under several times. He wanted badly to climb up the bank but was by no means sure he was past the Indians. Gus said to go down at least a mile, and he wasn’t sure he had gone that far. The water had a suck to it that he had constantly to fight against; to his horror he felt it sucking his pants off. He had been so disconsolate when he walked into the river that he had not buckled his belt tightly. He had nothing much in the way of hips, and the water sucked his pants down past them. The rifle sight was gouging him in the leg. He grabbed the rifle, but then went under. The dragging pants, with the rifle in one leg, were drowning him. He began to try frantically to get them off, so as to have the free use of his legs. He wanted to cuss Gus for having suggested sticking the rifle in his pants leg. He could never get it out in time to shoot an Indian, if one appeared, and it was causing him terrible aggravation. He fought to the surface again, went under, and when he came up wanted to yell for help, and then remembered there would be no one around to hear him but Indians. Then his leg was almost jerked off—he had been swept close to the bank and the dragging gun had caught in some underbrush. The bank was only a few feet away and he tried to claw over to it, but that didn’t work. While he was struggling, the pants came off and he was swept down the river backwards. One minute he could see the south bank of the river, and the next minute all he could see was water. Twice he opened his mouth to suck in air and sucked in water instead, some of which came back out his nose. His legs and feet were so numb from the cold water that he couldn’t feel them.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“You better tie them three,” he said. “Otherwise they’ll follow us.” “I doubt they speak English, Woodrow,” Augustus said. “I imagine they speak Ute. Anyway, we killed their best warrior; they’re done for now unless they find some better country. Three horses won’t last them through the winter.” He looked around at the parched country, the naked ridges where the earth had split from drought. The ridges were varicolored, smudged with red and salt-white splotches, as if the fluids of the earth had leaked out through the cracks.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“What are we waiting on?” Lippy asked. “We’re three miles behind already.” Po Campo stood by the water’s edge, looking across the Platte to the south. He was thinking of his dead sons, killed by Blue Duck on the Canadian. He didn’t think often of his sons, but when he did, a feeling of sadness filled him, a feeling so heavy that it was an effort for him to move. Thinking of them in their graves in New Mexico made him feel disloyal, made him feel that he should have shot himself and been buried with them, for was it not the duty of a parent to stay with the children? But he had left, first to go south and kill his faithless wife, and now to the north, while Blue Duck, the killer, still rode free on the llano—unless someone had killed him, which Po Campo doubted. Lippy’s fears about Indians did not move him—the sight of flowing water moved him, stirring feelings in him which, though sad, were deep feelings. They made him want to sing his saddest songs.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇