词汇：bedroom

n. 卧室

相关场景

MICHAEL'S VIEW into the bedroom. Kay is sitting by the window, lit by the cold afternoon light, at work with her sewing machine. She hasn't noticed that he's in the room yet, and goes on with her work.>>完整场景

He moves toward his and Kay's bedroom, where we can HEAR the SOUND of a sewing machine running.>>完整场景

INT. THE SUITE - NIGHT Bussetta delicately picks up a small satin cushion that had fallen from the couch, and replaces it as though nothing had happened. Slowly he cracks the door open which adjoins Roth's bedroom. There is a slight commotion; whispered voices.>>完整场景

The old man turns, and moves in his slippers, toward his bedroom.>>完整场景

EXT. MICHAEL'S HOUSE - NIGHT Some of the bodyguards by the shattered windows of Michael's bedroom.>>完整场景

INT. TENEMENT ROOM - NIGHT Vito and Carmella enter the darkened bedroom, and approach a metal crib. Vito reaches down and takes the small hand of the baby between his thick peasant fingers. Carmella waits a respectful distance behind him.>>完整场景

Sandra stands in her bedroom, looking at the door. We SEE a photograph of SONNY, and also one of their wedding.>>完整场景

INT NITE:

FLAMINGO SUITE BEDROOM (1955) MICHAEL is alone in the bedroom. He is just finishing dressing; he puts on his jacket. From the window, with the lights blinking, we can tell it's late at night. MICHAEL passes into the other room.>>完整场景

MICHAEL gives a look to HAGEN, and continues into the bedroom.>>完整场景

EXT DAY:

VILLA COURTYARD Morning. MICHAEL leans out of the bedroom window.>>完整场景

Then he pushes her away, and walks out of the room, leaving her in tears. She is crying; she pulls herself to the bedroom phone, and in a whisper:>>完整场景

She breaks away from him, and rushes into the bedroom.>>完整场景

He pushes her aside, and moves into the bedroom to continue dressing.>>完整场景

What world leader doesn't have a phone in his bedroom?>>完整场景

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BUTTERCUP: coming out of her nightmare, alone in her castle bedroom. As she frantically grabs a robe and starts to run.>>完整场景

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.>>完整场景

After supper Clara went to her bedroom. Gus’s letter lay on her bureau, unread. She lit her lamp and picked it up, scratching at the dried blood that stained one corner of the folded sheet. “I ought not to read this,” she said, aloud. “I don’t like the notion of words from the dead.” “What, Momma?” Betsey asked. She had come upstairs with Martin and had overheard.>>完整场景

Where were you?” July had been thinking that he probably should have offered to sit with her. Of course, now it was too late. He wanted to explain that he was too shy just to come into a room where she was, particularly a bedroom, unless she asked him. Even coming into the kitchen, if she was alone, was not something he did casually. But he didn’t know how to explain all the cautions she prompted in him.>>完整场景

Clara handed him a lantern and they went inside. She left the baby with the girls for a minute. Clara stopped at the door of her bedroom and listened before going in.>>完整场景

“Is that woman real sick?” Betsey asked. “Why does she yell so much?” “She’s working at a hard task,” Clara said. “You better not burn that porridge, because I want some.” She carried the bucket up to the bedroom, pulled the smelly sheets out from under Bob, and washed him. Bob stared straight up, as he always did. Usually she warmed the water but this morning she hadn’t taken the time. It was cold and raised goosebumps on his legs. His big ribs seemed to stick out more every day. She had forgotten to bring fresh sheets—it was a constant problem, keeping fresh sheets—so she covered him with a blanket and walked out on her porch for a minute. She heard Elmira begin to moan, again and again. She ought to go relieve Cholo, she knew, but she didn’t rush. The birth might take another day. Everything took longer than it should, or else went too quick. Her sons’ lives had been whipped away like a breath, while her husband had lain motionless for two months and still wasn’t dead. It was wearying, trying to adjust to all the paces life required.>>完整场景

“In these parts what your business is all about is woman’s company anyway,” he said. “Now in a cold clime it might be different. A cold clime will perk a boy up and make him want to wiggle his bean. But down here in this heat it’s mostly company they’re after.” There was something to that. Men looked at her sometimes like they wished she would be their sweetheart—the young ones particularly, but some of the old ones too. One or two had even wanted her to let them keep her, though where they meant to do the keeping she didn’t know. She was already living in the only spare bedroom in Lonesome Dove. Little marriages were what they wanted—just something that would last until they started up the trail. Some girls did it that way—hitched up with one cowboy for a month or six weeks and got presents and played at being respectable. She had known girls who did it that way in San Antonio. The thing that struck her was that the girls seemed to believe it as much as the cowboys did. They would act just as silly as respectable girls, getting jealous of one another and pouting all day if their boys didn’t act to suit them. Lorena had no interest in conducting things that way. The men who came to see her would have to realize that she was not interested in playacting.>>完整场景

One bedroom is fine. If we had kids, it would be another story.>>完整场景

One bedroom in Queens is not my idea of living.>>完整场景

Our daughters' bedroom is clean.>>完整场景

She does; it’s called “Naomi”. As she squeals, hugs him- JORDAN (V.O.) For three weeks we sailed the Naomi through the Caribbean- INT. YACHT NAOMI - DAY (DEC ‘92) 113 The camera PUSHES IN past a white-jacketed STEWARD, who opens the door to the yacht’s main salon; next we seethe living room, with its full bar and leather couches; then the bedroom, with a king bed and monogrammed sheets.>>完整场景