词汇:belt

n. 地带;带;腰带

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SEAN:
Gotta go with the belt there...
>> Good Will Hunting (1997)Movie Script
WILL:
He used to just put a belt, a stick and a wrench on the kitchen table and say "choose."
>> Good Will Hunting (1997)Movie Script
On the stairs, in silhouette, gazing down at him, the figure of a GERMAN CAPTAIN, the thumb of one hand caught in his belt above his pistol.
>> 钢琴家 The Pianist Movie Script
Szpilman tries to untie the string, but he's too terrified and can't manage it. The SS Lieutenant shoves him out of the way, then takes from his belt a dagger and cuts the string.
>> 钢琴家 The Pianist Movie Script
He runs back, slogging against the curretn. He pulls a key ring from his belt and struggles to unlock the padlock as the water fountains up around them.
>> 泰坦尼克号 Titanic (1997) Movie Script
Rose takes a mighty belt and hands it to Jack. He grins and follows suit.
>> 泰坦尼克号 Titanic (1997) Movie Script
HOWARD STARK:
My old man, he never met a problem he couldn't solve with a belt.
>> Avengers: Endgame 复仇者联盟4:终局之战 Movie Script
The Zeros that followed them sweep down, strafing. One mechanic, running across the field with a belt of ammo, goes down. Coma, running behind him, picks up the fallen man's ammo and his own, bringing both to the planes behind the hut.
>> Pearl Harbor 珍珠港(2001) Movie Script
EARL AND THE P-40'S The planes here have received loving care from Earl -- which means lots of cursing; as he's wrestling to load an ammo belt, he yells.
>> Pearl Harbor 珍珠港(2001) Movie Script
The gun already has a belt of ammo in it -- apparently loaded by the gunner who lies beside it with his chest shot open.
>> Pearl Harbor 珍珠港(2001) Movie Script
FREDO:
Deanna, I'm going to belt you right in the mouth!
>> The Godfather: Part II 教父2 1974 Movie Script
He swings the belt against her heavy hips. She moves back into the kitchen, and gets a kitchen knife, and holds it ready.
>> The Godfather教父 1972 Movie Script
She stands there, solid, ready to punch him again. Slowly, he slides his belt out of his trousers, and doubles it in his hand.
>> The Godfather教父 1972 Movie Script
They're in the middle of an IED belt.
>> 战争机器 War Machine (2017) Movie Script
TREVOR:
I was never worried. He's no match for me. I just hope the 2nd place trophy is a belt!
>> 花旗小和尚 American Shaolin (1992) Movie Script
“That girl plays beautifully,” the doctor said. “They say she studied music in Philadelphia when she was younger.” “How old is she now?” Augustus asked. “Maybe I’ll send her a bouquet.” The doctor smiled. “It’s plain you’re a man of spirit,” he said. “That’s good. I’m afraid you’ve a few fractuosities yet to endure.” “A few what?” Augustus asked. “You better introduce yourself before you start talking Latin.” “Dr. Mobley,” the man said. “Joseph C. Mobley, to be precise. The C stands for Cincinnatus.” “More Latin, I guess,” Augustus said. “Explain that first bunch of Latin you talked.” “I mean we’ve got to take off that other leg,” Dr. Mobley said. “I should have done it while you were out, but frankly, getting the left leg off exhausted me.” “It’s a good thing,” Augustus said. “If you’d hacked off my right leg, you’d be the one who was out. I need that right leg.” His gun belt was hanging over a chair nearby, and he reached out and took his pistol from the holster.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
When he got his eyes open the sun was white, not red, and directly above him. He heard a spitting sound, such as ahuman would make, and his hand went to the pistol at his belt, thinking the Indians had come. But when he turned his head, it was a white man he saw: a very old, small white man in patched buckskins. The old man had a tobacco-stained beard and a bowie knife in his hand. A spotted horse grazed nearby. The old man was just squatting there, watching.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
As soon as the sun was well up he eased out of the cave and stood up. The bad leg throbbed. Even to touch his toes to the ground hurt. The waters were rapidly receding. Fifty yards to the east, a game trail led up the creek bank. Augustus decided to use the carbine he had taken off the Indian boy as a crutch. He cut the stirrups off the saddle and lashed one over each end of the rifle, then padded one end of his rude crutch with a piece of saddle leather. He stuffed one pistol under his belt, holstered the other, took his rifle and a pocketful of jerky, and hobbled across along the bank to the animal trail.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
Worse than that, he almost immediately lost the little bundle of boots and pants, shirt, all his provisions and part of his ammunition. He had reached down with one hand to try and move the rifle a little higher up on his leg, and the water sucked the bundle away and swept it far ahead of him. Pea Eye began to realize he was going to drown unless he did better than he was doing. The water pushed him under several times. He wanted badly to climb up the bank but was by no means sure he was past the Indians. Gus said to go down at least a mile, and he wasn’t sure he had gone that far. The water had a suck to it that he had constantly to fight against; to his horror he felt it sucking his pants off. He had been so disconsolate when he walked into the river that he had not buckled his belt tightly. He had nothing much in the way of hips, and the water sucked his pants down past them. The rifle sight was gouging him in the leg. He grabbed the rifle, but then went under. The dragging pants, with the rifle in one leg, were drowning him. He began to try frantically to get them off, so as to have the free use of his legs. He wanted to cuss Gus for having suggested sticking the rifle in his pants leg. He could never get it out in time to shoot an Indian, if one appeared, and it was causing him terrible aggravation. He fought to the surface again, went under, and when he came up wanted to yell for help, and then remembered there would be no one around to hear him but Indians. Then his leg was almost jerked off—he had been swept close to the bank and the dragging gun had caught in some underbrush. The bank was only a few feet away and he tried to claw over to it, but that didn’t work. While he was struggling, the pants came off and he was swept down the river backwards. One minute he could see the south bank of the river, and the next minute all he could see was water. Twice he opened his mouth to suck in air and sucked in water instead, some of which came back out his nose. His legs and feet were so numb from the cold water that he couldn’t feel them.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“Stick it through your belt and down your pants leg,” Augustus said. “You can float downstream, you won’t actually have to swim much.” Pea Eye took off his boots and his shirt and made a bundle of them. Then he did as Gus ordered and stuck his rifle through his belt. He stuffed some jerky in one boot for provisions. All he needed to do was leave, but it was hard.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“My lord, Gus, you’re shot too,” Pea Eye said. When Augustus bent over to twist the arrow, Pea noticed that the back of his shirt, down low near his belt, was caked with blood. The dirt from their diggings had covered it, but there was no doubt that it was blood.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
Backing out of the weeds, he stepped on the pistol that had misfired, an old cap-and-ball gun. He stuck it in his belt and hurried back to Pea, who looked white. He had sense enough to realize he had just almost been shot. Augustus glanced at the other dead Indian, a fat boy of maybe seventeen. His rifle was an old Sharps carbine, which Augustus threw to Pea.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“You can express it and I can knock your dern teeth down your throat for you,” Dish said. “Lorie didn’t make Jake Spoon into no criminal.” Bert had always considered that Dish had been awarded the top-hand position unfairly, and he was not about to put up with such insolence from him. He took his gun belt off, and Dish did the same. They squared off, but didn’t immediately proceed to fisticuffs. Each walked cautiously around the other, watching for an opening—their cautiousness provoked much jocularity in the onlookers.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
Deets, with a downcast look, picked up Jake’s gun belt.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“I guess we’ll just leave him for the buzzards then, if you’re so squeamish,” Dan said. He removed the rifle from the Negro’s hand and took the big pistol out of his belt.
“如果你这么娇气,我想我们就把他留给秃鹰吧,”丹说。他从黑人手中接过步枪,从腰带上掏出那把大手枪。
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇