词汇：write
vi. 写，写字；写作，作曲；写信
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- DON CORLEONE:
- On a day like this. Consiglero, do you also have in your notes the the Turk made his living from Prostitution before the war, like the Tattaglias do now. Write that down before you forget it. The Turk will wait.>> The Godfather教父 1972 Movie Script
- Just, I want you to go there one day and write something.>> 成人世界 Adult World (2013) Movie Script
- What's there to write?>> 1900 Movie Script
- -Write to us. Send us word.>> 1900 Movie Script
- She has to learn how to read and write.>> 1900 Movie Script
- She smokes, she drives, she writes poetry.>> 1900 Movie Script
- l read and write, you know.>> 1900 Movie Script
- You will learn to read, you will learn to write, but you will still remain Dalco, Olmo, son of peasants.>> 1900 Movie Script
- Ottavio... Why don't you have anything to write with?>> 1900 Movie Script
- Write as l say.>> 1900 Movie Script
- Write to that playboy brother of yours.>> 1900 Movie Script
- I write.>> 战争机器 War Machine (2017) Movie Script
- No offense, book could kinda write itself.>> 战争机器 War Machine (2017) Movie Script
- Yeah, he writes about encryption and secrecy whisper-funds, all that kind of spy sh*t.>> 公正裁决 Equity (2016) Movie Script
- "Cock insurance. " "You make me a policy that when it don't work, I get a payment... " "... I'll write out a check now. " He thinks, and he says, "I don't know if the actuality gauges govern this but we can make a policy. " "But you gotta guarantee you're in good health now. " "That's simple", I says, "Look, leave her with me, come back and see if it stands up.>> 美国往事Once Upon a Time in America Movie Script
- Count Rugen watches the tears, then starts to write.>> The Princess Bride Movie Script
- HUMPERDINCK: I suggest a deal. You write four copies of a letter. I'll send my four fastest ships. One in each direction. The Dread Pirate Roberts is always close to Florin this time of year. We'll run up the white flag and deliver your message. If Westley wants you, bless you both. If not ... please consider me as an alternative to suicide. Are we agreed?>> The Princess Bride Movie Script
- We'll give you a write-up of what happened, a full write-up of everything.
我们会给你一篇关于发生了什么的报道，一篇关于一切的完整报道。>> 火星救援 The Martian (2015) Movie Script- “Captain Call?” he asked. “I write for the Denver paper. They pointed you out to me. Can I speak to you for a minute?” Call mounted the dun and caught the mule’s lead rope. “I have to ride,” he said. “It’s still a ways to Texas.” He started to go, but the boy would not give up. He strode beside the dun, talking, much as Clara had, except that the boy was merely excited. Call thought it strange that two people on one trip would follow him off.
“呼叫船长？”他问。“我是为丹佛报纸写的。他们把你指给我看。我能和你谈谈吗。“我必须骑马，”他说。“这仍然是去德克萨斯州的路。”他开始走，但男孩不会放弃。他大步走在那辆黄褐色的车旁，说话的样子和克拉拉一样，只是男孩只是很兴奋。Call觉得奇怪的是，一次旅行中有两个人会跟着他走。>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇- “I’ll write him,” she said. “I’ll see he gets your name if I have to carry the letter to Montana myself. And I’ll tell you another thing: I’m sorry you and Gus McCrae ever met. All you two done was ruin one another, not to mention those close to you. Another reason I didn’t marry him was because I didn’t want to fight you for him every day of my life. You men and your promises: they’re just excuses to do what you plan to do anyway, which is leave. You think you’ve always done right—that’s your ugly pride, Mr. Call. But you never did right and it would be a sad woman that needed anything from you. You’re a vain coward, for all your fighting. I despised you then, for what you were, and I despise you now, for what you’re doing.” Clara could not check her bitterness—even now, she knew, the man thought he was doing the right thing. She strode beside the horse, pouring out her contempt, until Call put the mule and the dun into a trot, the buggy, with the coffin on it, squeaking as it bounced over the rough plain.SO CAPTAIN CALL TURNED back down the rivers, cut by the quirt of Clara’s contempt and seared with the burn of his own regret. For a week, down from the Platte and across the Republican, he could not forget what she said: that he had never done right, that he and Gus had ruined one another, that he was a coward, that she would take a letter to the boy. He had gone through life feeling that he had known what should be done, and now a woman flung it at him that he hadn’t.
“我会给他写信的，”她说。“如果我必须亲自把这封信带到蒙大拿州，我会看到他得到你的名字。我还要告诉你另一件事：我很抱歉你和格斯·麦克雷见过面。你们俩所做的只是互相毁灭，更不用说那些亲近的人了。我没有嫁给他的另一个原因是，我不想在我生命中的每一天都为他和你战斗。你们这些男人和你们的承诺：不管怎样，它们只是做你计划做的事情的借口，那就是离开。你认为你一直做得对——这是你丑陋的骄傲，Call先生。但你从来没有做过对的事，一个需要你做任何事情的悲伤女人。你是一个徒劳的懦夫，尽管你战斗了这么久。那时我鄙视你，因为你是什么样的人，现在我也鄙视你，也因为你在做什么。”克拉拉无法控制自己的痛苦——即使现在，她知道，那个男人认为他做的是对的。她大步走在马旁边，倾诉着她的蔑视，直到Call把骡子和驴子放进小跑中，马车上的棺材在崎岖的平原上颠簸时吱吱作响。于是，船长CALL转身顺流而下，被克拉拉的轻蔑所打断，又被自己的悔恨所灼烧。一个星期以来，从普拉特到整个共和党人，他都忘不了她说的话：他从来没有做过正确的事，他和格斯互相毁了对方，他是个懦夫，她会给那个男孩写信。他一生都觉得自己知道该做什么，现在一个女人向他扔来，说他没有。>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇- “Dangerous to write to two women at the same time,” he said. “Especially when I’m this lightheaded. I might not be as particular in my sentiments as women expect a fellow to be.” But he wrote on. Then Call saw his hand drop and thought he was dead. He wasn’t, but he was too weak to fold the second note. Call folded it for him.“Woodrow, quite a party,” Augustus said.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “Take the sign back and stick it over my grave.” “Have you wrote them notes for the women yet?” Call asked. “I won’t know what to say to them, you see.” “Dern, I forgot, and my two favorite women, too,” Augustus said. “Get me some paper.” The doctor had brought in a tablet for Augustus to write his will on. Augustus drew himself up and slowly wrote two notes.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “I might write books,” Clara said. “I’ve a hankering to try it. But then it’ll come a pretty morning and I see the horses grazing and think how I’d miss them. So I doubt I’ll get off to Richmond.” Just then the baby began to cry, squirming in his hands. July looked at Clara, but she made no effort to take the baby. July didn’t know what to do. He was afraid he might drop the child, who twisted in his hands like a rabbit and yelled so loud he turned red as a beet.>> 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
- She longed, sometimes, to talk to a person who actually wrote stories and had them printed in magazines. It interested her to speculate how it was done: whether they used people they knew, or just made people up. Once she had even ordered some big writing tablets, thinking she might try it anyway, even if she didn’t know how, but that was in the hopeful years before her boys died. With all the work that had to be done she never actually sat down and tried to write anything—and then the boys died and her feeling changed. Once the sight of the writing tablets had made her hopeful, but after those deaths it ceased to matter. The tablets were just another reproach to her, something willful she had wanted. She burned the tablets one day, trembling with anger and pain, as if the paper and not the weather had been somehow responsible for the deaths of her boys. And, for a time, she stopped reading the magazines. The stories in them seemed hateful to her: how could people talk that way and spend their time going to balls and parties, when children died and had to be buried?>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇