词汇：meal

n. 一餐，一顿饭；膳食

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INT. LOCKOBER RESTAURANT -- SAME Lambeau and Sean, having finished their meal. Lambeau has been pitching Sean.
>> Good Will Hunting (1997)Movie Script
The Szpilmans gather at their open window to watch. Regina turns off the lights before joining them. They are all terrified. Their half-eaten meal still on the table behind them.
>> 钢琴家 The Pianist Movie Script
MOTHER:
And, please, tonight, for once, I don't want anything bad talked about. Let's enjoy our meal.
>> 钢琴家 The Pianist Movie Script
The family are seated around the dining table, having just finished a meal. The table groans with the remains of the dinner. Szpilman has a plaster over his cut.
>> 钢琴家 The Pianist Movie Script
MOLLY:
Well, Jack, it sounds like you're a good man to have around in a sticky spot-- They all jump as a BUGLER sounds the meal call right behind them.
>> 泰坦尼克号 Titanic (1997) Movie Script
It's sort of a -- more like a tour, a little tour of pleasures: stay in a first-class hotel, eat an agreeable meal, drink a nice glass of wine, see my big brother.
>> 闻香识女人Scent of a Woman 1992 Movie Script
[Cut to the Avengers sitting around a table, eating a meal, and Rocket is pacing on the table in front of everyone.]
>> Avengers: Endgame 复仇者联盟4：终局之战 Movie Script
Did you have a good meal?
>> He Often does This
DOOLITTLE:
You have rooms at the Biltmore. I suggest a nice meal and a good night's sleep. We leave tomorrow.
>> Pearl Harbor 珍珠港（2001） Movie Script
He returns home; where his young wife, CARMELLA, goes through the silent ritual of preparing a simple meal for him.
>> The Godfather: Part II 教父2 1974 Movie Script
INT NIGHT:
WOLTZ DINING ROOM (SUMMER 1945) HAGEN and WOLTZ sit at an enormous dining room table, attended by SEVERAL SERVANTS. Great paintings hang on the walls. The meal is elaborate and sumptuous.
>> The Godfather教父 1972 Movie Script
l can't provide milk or make a meal of grain.
>> 1900 Movie Script
You eat your meal.
>> 1900 Movie Script
-His allowance is a good meal.
>> 1900 Movie Script
He ate one meal a day.
>> 战争机器 War Machine (2017) Movie Script
Miss a meal if you have to, but don't miss a book.
>> 吉米·罗恩(Jim Rohn)
All the prisoners get their final meal before they're executed What can it hurt?
>> 西域雄狮 Once Upon a Time in China and America Movie Script
Watching Woodrow Call awkwardly handling his fork caused her to repent a little of her harshness when he arrived, but she didn’t apologize. She had stopped expecting July to contribute to the conversation, but she resented his silence nevertheless. Once Martin spat out a bite of perfectly good food and Clara looked at him sharply and said “You behave,” in a tone that instantly put a stop to his fretting. Martin opened his mouth to cry but thought better of it and chewedmiserably on his spoon until the meal was finished.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
Clara didn’t answer. The girls had cooked the meal, and she directed the serving with only a glance now and then.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
When the plains darkened and they went in to supper, Lorena still stood by the wagon. The meal was eaten in silence, except for little Martin’s fretting. He was used to being the center of gay attention and couldn’t understand why no one laughed when he flung his spoon down, or why no one sang to him, or offered him sweets.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“I sit there alone,” she said. “I don’t want the girls to be there because I don’t want them to get death too much in their minds. I sit there and I think, I’m alone, and I can’t help this child. If it wants to die I can’t stop it. I can love it until I bleed and it won’t stop it. I hope it won’t die. I hope it can grow up and have its time. I know how I’ll feel if it does die, how long it’ll take me to care if I draw breath, much less about cooking and the girls and all the things you have to do if you’re alive.” Clara paused. In the lots a sorrel stallion whinnied. He was her favorite, but this day she appeared not to hear him.“I know if I lose one more child I’ll never care again,” she said. “I won’t. Nothing will make any difference to me again if I lose one more. It’ll ruin me, and that’ll ruin my girls. I’ll never buy another horse, or cook another meal, or take another man. I’ll starve, or else I’ll go crazy and welcome it. Or I’ll kill the doctor for not coming, or you for not sitting with me, or something. If you want to marry me, why don’t you come and sit?” July realized then that he had managed to do a terrible thing, though all he had done was go to his room in the ordinary way. It startled him to hear Clara say she could kill him over such a thing as that, but he knew from her look that it wasn’t just talk.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
That night he wondered if he ought to leave. He could not stay around Clara without nursing hopes, and yet he could detect no sign that she cared about him. Sometimes he thought she did, but when he thought it over he always concluded that he had just been imagining things. Her remarks to him generally had a stinging quality, but he would often not realize he had been stung until after she left the scene. Working together in the lots, which they did whenever the weather was decent, she often lectured him on his behavior with the horses. She didn’t feel he paid close attention to them. July was at a loss to know how anyone could pay close attention to a horse when she was around, and yet the more his eyes turned to her the worse he did with the horses and the more disgusted she grew. His eyes would turn to her, though. She had taken to wearing her husband’s old coat and overshoes, both much too big for her. She wouldn’t wear gloves—she claimed the horses didn’t like it—and her large bony hands often got so cold she would have to stick them under the coat for a few minutes to warm them. She wore a variety of caps that she had ordered from somewhere—apparently she liked caps as much as she liked cake. None of them were particularly suited to a Nebraska winter. Her favorite one was an old Army cap Cholo had picked up on the plains somewhere. Sometimes Clara would tie a wool scarf over it to keep her ears warm, but usually the scarf came untied in the course of working with the horses, so that when they walked back up for a meal her hair was usually spilling over the collar of the big coat. Yet July couldn’t stop his eyes from feasting on her. He thought she was wonderfully beautiful, so beautiful that merely to walk with her from the lots to the house, when she was in a good mood, was enough to make him give up for another month all thought of leaving. He told himself that just being able to work with her was enough. And yet, it wasn’t—which is why the question finally forced itself out. He was miserable all night, for she hadn’t answered the question. But he had spoken the words and revealed what he wanted. He supposed she would think worse of him than she already did, once she thought it over.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
The day after they crossed the Marais, Old Dog disappeared. From being a lead steer, he had drifted back to the drags and usually trailed a mile or two behind the herd. Always he was there in the morning, but one morning he wasn’t. Newt and the Raineys, still in charge of the drags, went back to look for him and saw two grizzlies making a meal of the old steer. At the sight of the bears their horses bolted and raced back to the herd. Their fear instantly communicated itself to all the animals and the herd and remuda stampeded. Several cowboys got thrown, including Newt, but no one was hurt, though it took an afternoon to gather the scattered herd.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
That afternoon July came back with a minister. The two nearest neighbors came—German families. Clara had seen more of the men than of the women—the men would come to buy horses and stay for a meal. She almost regretted having notified them. Why should they interrupt their work just to see Bob put in the ground? They sang two hymns, the Germans singing loudly in poor English. Mrs. Jensch, the wife of one of the German farmers, weighed over three hundred pounds. The girls had a hard time not staring at her. The buggy she rode in tilted far to one side under her weight. The minister was invited to stay the night and got rather drunk after supper—he was known to drink too much, when he got the chance. His name was the Reverend Spinnow and he had a large purple birthmark under one ear. A widower, he was easily excited by the presence of women. He was writing a book on prophecy and rattled on about it as they all sat in the living room. Soon both Clara and Lorena felt like choking him.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“Oh, we could,” Augustus said. “We could have stopped pretty much anywhere along the way. It’s only your stubbornness kept us going this long. I guess it’ll be interesting to see if it can get us the next eighty miles.” Call got a plate and ate a big meal. He expected Po Campo to say something about their predicament, but the old cook merely dished out the food and said nothing. Deets was helping Pea Eye trim one of his horse’s feet, a task Pea Eye had never been good at.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇