词汇：English
adj. 英国人的；英国的；英文的
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- A wealthy family is arguing with the pilot of a fast airplane; trying to force cash on him, and his family into the plane. The PILOT steadfastly refuses, although checking his watch, as though his passengers are late. He speaks only English.>> The Godfather: Part II 教父2 1974 Movie Script
- MICHAEL'S VIEW Shopkeepers happily luring the tourists into their shops in broken English. Havana is prosperous.>> The Godfather: Part II 教父2 1974 Movie Script
- INT. THE CASINO - NIGHT By now the group has made its way into the casino. Some of them are crowded around the crap table; Senator Geary is with the enormous and beautiful Yolanda, who barely speaks English. There are other girls with some of the men; not with Michael, who gambles dollars while talking to Corngold.>> The Godfather: Part II 教父2 1974 Movie Script
- ROTH:
- I want my own doctor; fly him in from Miami. I don't trust a doctor who can't speak English.>> The Godfather: Part II 教父2 1974 Movie Script
- INT. PROCESSING ROOM - DAY Three or four interviews are crowded into the small room; they are conducted in English. From the expression on Vito's face, and from the fragmented of the English, we realize that he doesn't understand a word of it.>> The Godfather: Part II 教父2 1974 Movie Script
- MICHAEL:
- It's safer to teach you English.>> The Godfather教父 1972 Movie Script
- MICHAEL:
- (using English for emphasis) Most important...I want a sure guarantee that no more attempts will be made on my father's life.>> The Godfather教父 1972 Movie Script
- Then MICHAEL, having difficulty expressing himself in Italian, accidentally lapses into English.>> The Godfather教父 1972 Movie Script
- This is called the Tube in British English.>> 2024-03 double-sided
- DREW:
- You... You speak English? I'm sorry, I was just goofing... I apologize, master. I didn't mean to make fun of you... San De shrugs it off. Apology accepted.>> 花旗小和尚 American Shaolin (1992) Movie Script
- Drew, in shock at his ability to speak English, sputters>> 花旗小和尚 American Shaolin (1992) Movie Script
- ASHEMA:
- I do. But wouldn't it make more sense for you to speak Chinese than to expect us to speak English?>> 花旗小和尚 American Shaolin (1992) Movie Script
- DREW (CONT'D) The Shaolin Temple? How hard can that be? Geez, doesn't anyone speak English here?>> 花旗小和尚 American Shaolin (1992) Movie Script
- KIM:
- (thick accent) You velly good fighter... TREVOR (CONT'D) Learn English, will ya? And, tell me something I don't know...>> 花旗小和尚 American Shaolin (1992) Movie Script
- This is a good chance to practice your English, come on Who, what, where, when!>> 西域雄狮 Once Upon a Time in China and America Movie Script
- DISSOLVE TO: The story he's reading about, as the monochromatic look of the bedroom is replaced by the dazzling color of the English countryside.>> The Princess Bride Movie Script
- Okay, but, like, in English, what would that mean?>> 火星救援 The Martian (2015) Movie Script
- 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
- “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
- “Is it bad?” the old man asked in English. July was glad for the English.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- Cholo was not much like an English gentleman, but it was his gentleness and skill with horses, in contrast to Bob’s incompetence, that made her want badly to encourage him to stay with them. He talked little, which would be a problem if she put him in a story—the people in the stories she read seemed to talk a great deal. He had been stolen as a child by Comanches and had gradually worked his way north, traded from one tribe to another, until he had escaped one day during a battle. Though he was an old man and had lived among Indians and whites his whole life, he still preferred to speak Spanish. Clara knew a little from her girlhood in Texas, and tried to speak it with him. At the sound of the Spanish words his wrinkled face would light up with happiness. Clara persuaded him to teach her girls. Cholo couldn’t read, but he was a good teacher anyway—he loved the girls and would take them on rides, pointing at things and giving them their Spanish names.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “Bad men would have a better team,” Clara said. “Find any colts?” Cholo shook his head. His hair was white—Clara had never been able to get his age out of him, but she imagined he was seventy-five at least, perhaps eighty. At night by the fire, with the work done, Cholo wove horsehair lariats. Clara loved to watch the way his fingers worked. When a horse died or had to be killed, Cholo always saved its mane and tail for his ropes. He could weave them of rawhide too, and once had made one for her of buckskin, although she didn’t rope. Bob had been puzzled by the gift—“Clara couldn’t rope a post,” he said—but Clara was not puzzled at all. She had been very pleased. It was a beautiful gift; Cholo had the finest manners. She knew he appreciated her as she appreciated him. That was the year she bought him the coat. Sometimes, reading her magazines, she would look up and see Cholo weaving a rope and imagine that if she ever did try to write a story she would write it about him. It would be very different from any of the stories she read in the English magazines.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- Reading stories by all the women, not only George Eliot, but Mrs. Gore and Mrs. Gaskell and Charlotte Yonge, she sometimes had a longing to do what those women did—write stories. But those women lived in cities or towns and had many friends and relatives nearby. It discouraged her to look out the window at the empty plains and reflect that even if she had the eloquence to write, and the time, she had nothing to write about. With Maude Jones dead, she seldom saw another woman, and had no relatives near except her husband and her children. There was an aunt in Cincinnati, but they only exchanged letters once or twice a year. Her characters would have to be the horses and the hens, if she ever wrote, for the menfolk that came by weren’t interesting enough to put in books, it seemed to her. None of them were capable of the kind of talk men managed in English novels.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “Look at them blubber,” little Eddie said. “I never seen such cowards.” “Will you shut your damn mouth?” Dan said. “Why wouldn’t they be scared? I would be, in their place. But I’d like to get the woman hushed long enough to see if she can talk English.” The woman either couldn’t or wouldn’t. She didn’t utter a word in any language. She was tall and skinny, and she just stood there by her husband, crying. It was plain all three of them expected to be killed.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “We’re here to see you reap what you sow,” Dan went on. “It’ll cost you forty dollars gold, but we’ll deal with the herds when they show up and your crops won’t be disturbed.” “No speaken English,” the man said, still smiling and nodding in a friendly way.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇