词汇：wanting

adj. 欠缺的；不够格的；不足的

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lady:
what's so bad about occasionally wanting to escape your life?
偶尔想要逃离你的生活有什么不好？
>> A tourist's guide to Love
MAMMIE:
I heard Mr. Rhett said that he'd be wanting to have a son next year.
>> 飘 Gone with the Wind Movie Script
Jack knows he is screwed. He looks down at Rose, not wanting to waste a second of his last view of her.
>> 泰坦尼克号 Titanic (1997) Movie Script
They fumble the words and break down laughing. They have reached the First Class Entrance, but don't go straight in, not wanting the evening to end.
>> 泰坦尼克号 Titanic (1997) Movie Script
l'm waiting for ignition l'm looking for a spark Any chance collision and l light up in the dark Such a mass of motion Do not know where it goes l move with the movement and l have the touch Any social occasion lt's hello, how do you do All those introductions l never miss my cue So before a question So before a doubt My hand moves out and l have the touch Lonely, only wanting contact with you Shake those hands Shake those hands Shake hands Shake hands l have the touch CQ, this is W-B-6-Q-L-F standing by.
>> 不一样的本能 Phenomenon （1996）Movie Script
And what would the dead be wanting with me?
>> Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Men Tell No Tales加勒比海盗5：死无对证 Movie Script
And the eye does not go wanting.
>> Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End加勒比海盗：世界的尽头 Movie Script
Right... so... You will fight against them. They will fight against you. All on account of him, wanting to kill him ?
>> Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides 加勒比海盗：惊涛怪浪 Movie Script
EVELYN:
I didn't realize until tonight that I've stopped wanting to live.
直到今晚我才意识到我已经不想活了。
>> Pearl Harbor 珍珠港（2001） Movie Script
This is brownfield fund, I'm wanting to unload my credit default swaps.
>> The Big Short大空头（2015） Movie Script
How is wanting to eat good food, being chipper?
>> The Big Short大空头（2015） Movie Script
VIEW ON SANDRA CORLEONE waiting there; obviously wanting to talk to him. He continues, and she walks with him.
>> The Godfather: Part II 教父2 1974 Movie Script
The two men walk to the car. GATTO is driving, a bit nervous, like he doesn't know what is up. LAMPONE gets in the rear seat; CLEMENZA in the front, making a grunt of recognition. He looks at his wristwatch, as though wanting to chide PAULIE for being late. PAULIE flinches a little when he sees LAMPONE will ride behind him; he half turns:
>> The Godfather教父 1972 Movie Script
I've been wanting to do this ever since I met you.
>> 成人世界 Adult World (2013) Movie Script
The president is wanting time with me tomorrow, and we've been trying to ascertain whether... whether or not we can accommodate this request.
>> 战争机器 War Machine (2017) Movie Script
The Drill Sergeant motions again, wanting Drew to hurry up.
>> 花旗小和尚 American Shaolin (1992) Movie Script
It means asking for your name There is a "Sh*t" man wanting us to stop But in such remote places, we should not stop for strangers He may die of thirst if we don't stop for him Seven, tell him to pull over at once Yes Master, I've been eating too many beans and suffer diarrhea from it If I don't have rice soon, I'll die too Stop!
>> 西域雄狮 Once Upon a Time in China and America Movie Script
Call had no time to soothe the men with elaborate instructions. If Gus was badly wounded, he would weaken rapidly, and every hour counted. Arriving ten minutes too late would be as bad as ten days, or a year, for that matter. Besides, the almost beseeching way the men looked at him was irritating. Sometimes they acted as if they would forget how to breathe if he or Gus wasn’t there to show them. They were all resourceful men—he knew that, if they didn’t—and yet at certain times they became like children, wanting to be led. All his adult life, he had consented to lead, and yet occasionally, when the men seemed particularly dumbstruck, he wondered why he had done it.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“I doubt you can get Woodrow Call to go to your picnic,” Augustus said. “He’ll be wanting to get back to work.” But Call went. He had come back to the house, still trying to think of a way to talk Clara down on the horses, only to find the girls loading a small wagon, Lorena holding a baby, and Gus carrying a crock of buttermilk.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“That’s right, Gus,” she said. “I’ve coarsened a little, but this country will take your bloom.” “It didn’t take your bloom,” he said, wanting her to know how glad he was that she was in so many ways her old self, the self he remembered with such pleasure.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
Something about the men coming from the north struck a key in her memory, but struck it so weakly that she only paused for a moment to wonder who it could be. She finished her task and then washed her face, for the dust was blowing and she had gotten gritty coming back from the lots. It was the kind of dust that seemed to sift through your clothes. She contemplated changing blouses, but if she did that, the next thing she knew she would be taking baths in the morning and changing clothes three times a day like a fine lady, and she didn’t have that many clothes, or consider herself that fine. So she made do with a face wash and forgot about the riders. July and Cholo were both working the lots and would no doubt notice them too. Probably it was just a few Army men wanting to buy horses. Red Cloud was harrying them hard, and every week two or three Army men would show up wanting horses.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“Deets, have you ever spent much time wanting what you know you can’t have?” he asked, figuring to get the conversation off to a brisk start.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“If that woman was your wife, I guess this child is yours,” Clara said. “She had it the night she was here. Then she left. She was very anxious to get to town. I don’t believe she realized what a fine boy she had. We all took to him right away around this place.” July had not really looked at the baby. He had supposed it belonged to Clara—she had said her name was Clara. She was watching him closely with her kind gray eyes. But what she said seemed so unlikely that he couldn’t really credit it. Elmira had said nothing to him about wanting a baby, or planning to have one, or anything. To him, so tired he could hardly sit straight, it just meant another mystery. Maybe it explained why Elmira ran away—though it didn’t to him. As for the little boy, wiggling in Clara’s lap, he didn’t know what to think. The notion that he had a son was too big a notion. His mind wouldn’t really approach it. The thought made him feel lost again, as he had felt out on the plains.
>> 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
He lay awake all night with his head on his saddle, thinking of Lorie—not sleeping, nor even wanting to.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇