词汇：dig

vt. 挖，掘；探究

相关场景

Then bury you, dig you up, clone you and kill your clones.
>> Madagascar (2005)Movie Script
Don't tell her that you dig her.
>> 为人师表 Stand and Deliver (1988) Movie Script
You ever dig a hole?
>> 为人师表 Stand and Deliver (1988) Movie Script
You help him dig the well, he'll help me with the panels, and l'll fix your car.
>> 不一样的本能 Phenomenon （1996）Movie Script
Now dig all this.
>> Spider-Man 3 蜘蛛侠 3 Movie Script
You are really gonna dig this joint.
>> Spider-Man 3 蜘蛛侠 3 Movie Script
She stands before a CALENDAR on the wall, charting each day of her pregnancy. She crosses off another day and hands the crayon back to - Will, who colors in a NEW DRAWING. His hands dig loudlythrough a tin of crayons.
>> A Quiet Place 寂静之地 Movie Script 2018
Well, now to dig up some breakfast.
>> Lady and the Tramp 小姐与流氓 1955 Movie Script
The P-40's dig in again, swooping down on the line of Zeros.
>> Pearl Harbor 珍珠港（2001） Movie Script
But I found out you don't really dig me.
>> 成人世界 Adult World (2013) Movie Script
Took a long time to dig it.
>> 成人世界 Adult World (2013) Movie Script
Never dig anymore.
>> 1900 Movie Script
DREW (CONT'D) I came halfway around the world to dig latrines? I could have just joined the army... DISSOLVE TO: LATRINE WORK AREA – MONTAGE MONTAGE SEQUENCE OF WORK DETAIL.
>> 花旗小和尚 American Shaolin (1992) Movie Script
I guess you can dig them out but that's not easy either.
>> 新少林寺 Shaolin (2011)Movie Script
Now, if I remember my training correctly, one of the lessons was titled... "Don't Dig Up the Big Box of Plutonium, Mark."
>> 火星救援 The Martian (2015) Movie Script
“Let’s dig,” Augustus said, and began to work with his knife to create a shallow cave under the bank. They worked furiously for half an hour until both were drenched with sweat and covered with dirt. Augustus used the stock of the Indian boy’s carbine as a rude shovel and tried to shape the dirt they raked out into low breastworks on either side of the cave. They watched as best they could, but saw no Indians.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
The other hands were somber. Soupy Jones and Bert Borum, who didn’t feel it appropriate for white men to talk much to niggers, exchanged the view that nevertheless this one had been uncommonly decent. Needle Nelson offered to help dig the grave, for Deets had been the man who finally turned the Texas bull the day the bull got after him. Dish Boggett hadn’t said much to Deets, either, but he had often been cheered, from his position on the point, to see Deets come riding back through the heat waves. It meant he was on course, and that water was somewhere near. Dish wished he had said more to the man at some point.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“Montana better not be nothing like this,” he said. “If it is, I’m going back and dig up that goddamn Jake Spoon and scatter his bones.” They rode all night, all the next day and into the following night. Augustus just rode, his mind mostly blank, but Call was sick with self-reproach. All his talk of being ready, all his preparation—and then he had just walked up to an Indian camp and let Josh Deets get killed. He had known better. They all knew better. He had known men killed by Indian boys no older than ten, and by old Indian women who looked as if they could barely walk. Any Indian might kill you: that was the first law of the Rangers. And yet they had just walked in, and now Josh Deets was gone. He had never called the man by his first name, but now he remembered Gus’s foolish sign and how Deets had been troubled by it. Deets had finally concluded that his first name was Josh—that was the way he would think of him from then on, Call decided. He had been Josh Deets. It deepened his sense of reproach that, only a few days before, Josh Deets had been so thoughtful as to lead his horse through the sandstorm, recognizing that he himself was played out.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
Then the next winter both boys had died of pneumonia within a month of one another. It was a terrible winter, the ground frozen so deep there was no way to dig a grave. They had had to put the boys in the little kindling shed, wrapped tightly in wagon sheets, until winter let up enough that they could be buried. Many days Bob would come home from delivering horses to the Army—his main customer—to find Clara sitting in the icy shed by the two small bodies, tears frozen on her cheeks so hard that he would have to heat water and bathe the ice from her face. He tried to point out to her that she mustn’t do it—the weather was below zero, and the wind swept endlessly along the Platte. She could freeze to death, sitting in the kindling shed. If only I would, Clara thought—I’d be with my boys.
第二年冬天，两个男孩在一个月内相继死于肺炎。那是一个可怕的冬天，地面冻得太深，无法挖坟墓。他们不得不把男孩们放在小火棚里，用马车布紧紧包裹着，直到冬天足够暖和，他们才能被埋葬。很多天，鲍勃把马送到军队——他的主要客户——回家后，会发现克拉拉坐在两具小尸体旁的冰棚里，脸颊上的泪水冻得如此之硬，以至于他不得不加热水，把她脸上的冰洗掉。他试图向她指出，她不能这样做——天气在零度以下，风沿着普拉特河无休止地吹着。她坐在火棚里会冻死的。要是我愿意就好了，克拉拉想——我会和我的孩子们在一起。
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“I swear,” Pea Eye said. “He didn’t wait for you, Gus.” “Nope, he died fine,” Augustus said. “Go dig him a grave, will you, Pea?” They buried Jake Spoon by moonlight on the slope above the creek and, after some discussion, cut down Roy Suggs and little Eddie, plus the old man Dan Suggs had killed, a drummer named Collins with a wagonful of patent medicines. There was a good lantern in the wagon, which, besides the medicines, contained four white rabbits in a cage. The old man had run a medicine show, evidently, and did a little magic. The wagon contained a lot of cheaply printed circulars which advertised the show.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“Hell, gravediggers could make a fortune in these parts,” Augustus said. “Pea, you ought to buy you a bigger spade and go in business.” “No, I’ll pass, Gus,” Pea Eye said mildly. “I’d rather dig wells.” Call was thinking of Jake—that a man who had ridden with them so long could let such a thing happen. Of course he was outnumbered, but it was no excuse. He could have fought or run, once he saw the caliber of his companions.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“It’s all right, though,” Augustus said. “It’s mostly bones we’re riding over, anyway. Why, think of all the buffalo that have died on these plains. Buffalo and other critters too. And the Indians have been here forever; their bones are down there in the earth. I’m told that over in the Old Country you can’t dig six feet without uncovering skulls and leg bones and such.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
Jake laughed. “The consequences of that would be that somebody would have to dig your grave,” he said. “If Call didn’t shoot you, Gus would. They ain’t used to taking orders from you regulators.” “By God, then they’ll learn,” Roy Suggs said.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
The strange girl who could catch rabbits would catch no more rabbits.After a time, July took his knife and began to dig graves. He climbed out of the canyon and dug them on the plain. Digging with a knife was slow work, but it was the only digging tool he had. The loose dirt he threw out with his hands. He was still digging at sunup, yet the graves were pitifully shallow affairs. He would have to do better than that, or the coyotes would get the corpses. Once in a while he looked down at the bodies. Joe lay apart from the other two, sprawled on his blanket as if asleep.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
That was an inconvenient development. Augustus had to hastily dig himself a shallow hole on the other side of the horse, where the blood and the blowflies were worse. They were not worse, though, than the impact of a fifty-caliber bullet, several of which hit the horse in the next hour. Augustus kept digging. Fortunately the man was not a particularly good shot—many of the bullets sang overhead, though one or two hit his saddle and ricocheted.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇