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Looks like it could be a little soft though, huh?
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Trevor attacks hard, but Drew avoids easily, using all soft gong fu. He continues to attack, throwing flashy technique after flashy technique, but he can't touch Drew.
>> 花旗小和尚 American Shaolin (1992) Movie Script

EXT. TRAINING AREA – ANOTHER ANGLE ESTABLISHING SHOT OF GROUP OF DISCIPLES GOING THROUGH A SERIES OF SOFT GONG FU MOVES.
>> 花旗小和尚 American Shaolin (1992) Movie Script

DREW (CONT'D) Just move in time to the music, nothing elaborate. Think of it as a soft form... The disciples move and sway in time to the music. They are treating their pillows like imaginary girls.
>> 花旗小和尚 American Shaolin (1992) Movie Script

Drew and Li try it, and Drew is having a lot of trouble. He is used to training hard style, and the soft style seems too weak for him. D.S. comes over.
>> 花旗小和尚 American Shaolin (1992) Movie Script

His body moves with the wind, bending and swaying. Another monk is attacking him with a hard style, and the soft style is very effective.
>> 花旗小和尚 American Shaolin (1992) Movie Script

EXT. TRAINING AREA – DAY ESTABLISHING SHOT OF ONE OF THE INSTRUCTORS TEACHING A SOFT STYLE OF SHAOLIN WU SHU.
>> 花旗小和尚 American Shaolin (1992) Movie Script

Once word leaks out that a pirate has gone soft, people begin to disobey you, and then it's nothing but work, work, work, all the time.
>> The Princess Bride Movie Script

“This snow tastes like hail, except that it’s soft,” Pea Eye observed.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇

He was doing that when Lorena came to tell him Bob was dead. Hearing the footsteps, he had the hope that it was Clara, and he pictured her face in his mind, not stern and impersonal, as it often was when she was directing some work, but soft and smiling, as it might be if she were playing with Martin at the dinner table.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇

Sitting in the kitchen with the girls and the baby, Lorena felt happy in a way that was new to her. It stirred in her distant memories of the days she had spent in her grandmother’s house in Mobile when she was four. Her grandmother’s house had been like Clara’s—she had gone there only once that she could remember. Her grandmother had put her in a soft bed, the softest she had ever slept in, and sung songs to her while she went to sleep. It was her happiest memory, one she treasured so, that in her years of traveling she grew almost afraid to remember it—someday she might try to remember it and find it gone. She was very afraid of losing her one good, warm memory. If she lost that, she felt she might be too sad to go on.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇

July looked at her as she fiddled with the baby. The tears had left him feeling empty, but his gratitude to the woman just for being there and treating him kindly was so great that he felt he might cry again if he tried to speak. The woman seemed too beautiful and too kind to be true. It was clear she was older—she had fine wrinkles around her mouth—but her skin was still soft and her face, as she wiggled the baby’s little hand with one finger, was very beautiful. The thought of more news troubled him a little, though—probably one of Elmira’s companions had stolen something or made some mischief.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇

The bitter truth was that Gus was right. Maggie hadn’t even seemed like a whore. There was nothing hard about her—in fact, it was obvious to everyone that she was far too soft for the life she was living. She had tender expressions—more tender than any he had ever seen. He could still remember her movements—those more than her words. She could never quite get her hair to stay fixed, and was always touching it nervously with one hand. “It won’t behave,” she said, as if her hair were a child.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇

“Yes, that’s your problem,” he said. “You don’t like buttermilk, or nothing else. You’re like a starving person whose stomach is shrunk up from not having any food. You’re shrunk up from not wanting nothing.” “I want to get to San Francisco,” Lorena said. “It’s cool, they say.” “You’d be better off if you could just enjoy a poke once in a while,” Augustus said, taking one of her hands in his and smoothing her fingers. “Life in San Francisco is still just life. If you want one thing too much it’s likely to be a disappointment. The healthy way is to learn to like the everyday things, like soft beds and buttermilk—and feisty gentlemen.” Lorena didn’t answer. She shut her eyes and let Gus hold her hand. She was afraid he would try more, without paying her or even playing cards, but he didn’t. It was a very still morning. Gus seemed content to hold her hand and sit quietly. She could hear the horses swishing their tails.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇

“Look at ’em,” Augustus said. “You’d think they just discovered teeth.” As the day died and the afterglow stretched upward in the soft, empty sky, the Hat Creek outfit, seven strong, crossed the river and rode southeast, toward the Hacienda Flores.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇

“They know I’ve got a soft heart,” he said to Call. “They’re hoping I’ll feed them this Bible.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇

They kept two rooms in a hotel—not the finest in town but fine enough—and Tinkersley bought Lorena some pretty clothes. Of course he financed that by selling the horse and the sidesaddle, which disappointed Lorena a little. She had discovered that she liked riding. She would have been happy to ride on to San Francisco, but Tinkersley had no interest in that. Clean and tall and pretty as he was, he turned out, in the end, to be no better bargain than Mosby. If he had a soft spot, it was for himself, not for her. He even spent money getting his fingernails cut, which was something Lorena had never dreamed a man would do. For all that, he was a hard man. Fighting with Mosby had been like fighting with a little boy, whereas the first time she talked back to Tinkersley he hit her so hard her head cracked a washpot on the bureau behind her. Her ears rang for three days. He threatened to do worse than that, too, and Lorena didn’t suppose they were idle threats. She held her tongue around Tinkersley from then on. He made it clear that marriage wasn’t what he had had in mind when he took her away from Mosby, which was all right in itself, since she had already got out of the habit of thinking about marriage.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇

Tuna on whole wheat, one scrambled soft, toast crisp, tea with lemon.
>> 倾城佳话 It Could Happen to You (1994) Movie Script

And then a guy starts singing, soft-like.
>> 倒扣的王牌 Ace in the Hole (1951) Movie Script

They're all a bit soft in the head, yeah.
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