词汇：breast

n. 乳房，胸部；胸怀；心情

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But now he's saying her breast is like a fire with two flames.
>> 邮差 Postino Il Movie Script
She hands him a dime and steps back, parting the kimono. The blue stone lies on her creamy breast. Her heart is pounding as she slowly lowers the robe.
她递给他一角硬币，后退一步，把和服分开。蓝色的石头躺在她乳白色的胸膛上。她慢慢放下长袍，心跳加速。
>> 泰坦尼克号 Titanic (1997) Movie Script
Dog paddle, breast stroke, back stroke, butterfly stroke, and free stroke.
>> 2024-8 robust,pivotal and persist
COMA:
A more beautiful girl walks by... The guys see Evelyn passing on the other side of the street, gorgeous in the sunshine. Coma's hands start squeezing the imaginary breasts of his hula.
>> Pearl Harbor 珍珠港（2001） Movie Script
COMA:
...Fish nibble at her breasts... Coma's really into his dance, his hands over enormous imaginary breasts; but as he turns toward the windows --
>> Pearl Harbor 珍珠港（2001） Movie Script
We begin to HEAR Senator Geary's amplified voice resounding over the lake. Hagen moves to Sandra. She takes him in her arms, comforting, holding his head against her full breast.
>> The Godfather: Part II 教父2 1974 Movie Script
Breasts. Unrighteous breasts.
>> 1900 Movie Script
"Your navel is a bowl Well-rounded with no lack of wine. " "Your belly, a heap of wheat Surrounded with lilies. " "Your breasts... " "... clusters of grapes. " "Your breath, sweet-scented as apples. " Nobody's gonna love you the way I loved you.
>> 美国往事Once Upon a Time in America Movie Script
WESTLEY:
There's a shortage of perfect breasts in this world. It would be a pity to damage yours.
>> The Princess Bride Movie Script
CUT TO:
BUTTERCUP: still close to the boat, switching from a crawl to a silent breast stroke. The wind dies and as it does, something new is heard. A not-too-distant high-pitched shrieking sound.
>> The Princess Bride Movie Script
“Do you want me to carry him out?” July asked, hoping to feel useful. “He could sleep in a wagon just as well.” “Let him lie,” Clara said, thinking it had been an odd day. “I doubt it’s the first time he’s slept on a floor, and anyway he isn’t your lookout.” She knew July was in love with her and was irritated that he was so awkward about it. He was as innocent as Bob, but she didn’t feel moved to patience, in July’s case. She would save her patience for his son, who slept at her breast, whimpering now and then. Soon she got up with the baby and went to her room, leaving July sitting silently in a chair while the drunken minister snored on the floor.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
She led him to the window and lit the coal-oil lamp. The movement of her large breasts threw strange shadows on the wall. To Newt’s surprise she poured a little water on his peter. Then she lathered her hands with a bar of coarse soap and soaped him so vigorously that before he could stop himself he squirted right at her.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“You dern cowboys are too fond of your horses,” Dixon said. “I’m fair tired of being told your ponies ain’t for sale.” “This one ain’t, for damn sure, and anyway you won’t be in no shape to ride when I get through with you,” Dish said, barely controlling his voice. “I’d hate to think I’d let a man spit on me and then ride off.” Dixon spat again. This time, since Dish was facing him, the juice hit him square in the breast. Dixon and the soldiers all laughed.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“Hired on with some traders,” he said. “Come all this way and then headed back.” “I guess your child didn’t live,” the doctor said one day. “I wouldn’t have expected it to, out on the prairie, with you having such a close call.” Elmira didn’t answer. She remembered her breasts hurting, that was all. She had forgotten the child, the woman with the two daughters, the big house. Maybe the baby was dead. Then she remembered July, and Arkansas, and a lot that she had forgotten. It was just as well forgotten: none of it mattered compared to Dee. It was all past, well past. Some day shewould have Zwey shoot her and she wouldn’t have to think about things anymore.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“I wish we had a goat,” Clara said. “I’ve heard goat’s milk is better for babies than cow’s milk. If you see any goats next time you go to town, let’s buy a couple.” Then she grew a little embarrassed. Sometimes she talked to Cholo as if he were her husband, and not Bob. She went downstairs, made a fire in the cookstove and began to boil some milk. When it was boiled, she took it up and gave the baby a little, dipping a cotton rag in the milk and letting the baby suck it. It was a slow method and took patience. The child was too weak to work at it, but she knew if she didn’t persist the baby would only get weaker and die. So she kept on, dribbling milk into its mouth even when it grew too tired to suck on the rag.“I know this is slow,” she whispered to it. When the baby had taken all it would, she got up to walk it. It was a nice moonlight night and she went out on her porch for a while. The baby was asleep, tucked against her breast. You could be worse off, she thought, looking at it. Your mother had pretty good sense—she waited to have you until she got to where there were people who’ll look after you.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
Elmira didn’t answer. She didn’t want to talk to this woman. Her breasts were so full they hurt; she didn’t care that the baby took the milk, she just didn’t want to look at it. She wanted to get up and make Zwey take her to town, to Dee, but she knew she couldn’t do it yet. Her legs were so weak she could hardly move them on the bed. She would never get downstairs unless she crawled.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
Thin milk, Clara thought—and no wonder, for the woman probably hadn’t eaten a decent meal in months. She refused to look at the baby, even when it took her breast. Clara had to hold it and encourage it, rubbing its little lips with milk.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“Ma’am, it’s got to nurse,” Clara said. Elmira made no objection when the baby was put to her breast, but the business was difficult. At first no milk would come—Clara began to fear the baby would weaken and die before it could even be fed. Finally it nursed a little but the milk didn’t satisfy it—an hour later it was crying in hunger again.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
Before he could strike the second blow, Jake shot him. It surprised him as much as it did the nester, for he was not aware of having pulled his gun. The bullet caught the nester in the breast and knocked him back against the wagon. He dropped the shotgun, and as he was sliding to the ground, Jake shot again, the second shot as much a surprise to him as the first. It was as if his arm and his gun were acting on their own. But the second shot also hit the old nester in the breast. He slid to the ground and rolled partly under the wagon on top of his own shotgun.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“Why would we need to eat the dern horses, with three thousand cattle right in front of us?” he asked. He had spent hours riding around the herd, with a tight wad of anger in his breast.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“I ain’t messin’ this bed,” she said. “It’s the last sheet.” Xavier didn’t care. He put the money on her little chest of drawers and turned to her. Lorie shut the door and leaned against it, lifting her shift. With a grateful look Xavier dropped his pants. Soon his legs were trembling so she was afraid he would collapse before he was done. But he didn’t. When he finished he put his head against her bosom for a moment, wetting her breasts with his tears even as she felt his drip on her thigh.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
Now he was hearing it, standing with his shirttail half tucked in, while someone else was making it with Lorena. Memories of her body mingled with the sound, causing such a painful feeling in Dish’s breast that for a second he couldn’t move. He felt almost paralyzed, doomed to stand in the heat beneath the very room he had been hoping to enter himself. She was part of the sound—he knew just what chords she contributed to the awful music. Anger began to fill him, and for a moment its object was Xavier Wanz, who could at least have seen that Lorena had a cotton-tick mattress instead of those scratchy cornshucks, which weren’t even comfortable to sleep on.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
They wait, in tense silence. Hammond adjusts the wilting silk handkerchief in his breast pocket. He notices Malcolm staring at him, his eyes full of disapproval.
>> 侏罗纪公园 1 Jurassic Park (1993) Movie Script
More giggling, then he snorts the coke off her breast, burying his face in it as he climbs on top of her. Naomi laughs uncontrollably as the limo glides to a stop. The door opens from outside -- the Doorman?
>> 华尔街之狼 The Wolf of Wall Street Movie Script
JORDAN (V.O.) Every chance we got, we’d sneakoff together... We PULL 88 89 INT. LIMOSINE - NIGHT (AUG ‘92) 89 Giggling like a child, Jordan pours coke from a vial, creating a little mound atop one of Naomi’s breasts.
>> 华尔街之狼 The Wolf of Wall Street Movie Script