词汇：leather

n. 皮革；皮革制品

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Example:
leather coat and fur coat.
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There are cut crystals bud vases on the walls back there, each containing a rose. Jack jumps into the driver's seat, enjoying hte feel of the leather and wood.
后面的墙上挂着切割过的水晶花蕾花瓶，每个花瓶里都有一朵玫瑰。杰克跳上驾驶座，享受着皮革和木头的感觉。
>> 泰坦尼克号 Titanic (1997) Movie Script
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60 EXT. POOP DECK / AFTER DECKS - DAY Jack sits on a bench in the sun. Titanic's wake spreads out behind him to the horizon. He has his knees pulled up, supporting a leather bound sketching pad, his only valuable possession. With conte crayon he draws rapidly, using sure strokes. An emigrant from Manchester named CARTMELL has his 3 year old daughter CORA standing on the lower rung of the rail. She is leaned back against his beer barrel of a stomach, watching the seagulls.
60 EXT.泳池甲板/甲板后-杰克坐在阳光下的长凳上。泰坦尼克号的尾迹在他身后一直延伸到地平线。他抬起膝盖，支撑着一个皮革装订的素描本，这是他唯一珍贵的财产。他用蜡笔快速地画画，笔触准确。一位来自曼彻斯特的移民名叫CARTMELL，他3岁的女儿CORA站在铁轨的下层。她靠在他肚子里的啤酒桶上，看着海鸥。
>> 泰坦尼克号 Titanic (1997) Movie Script
I can't chew the leather anymore.
>> 闻香识女人Scent of a Woman 1992 Movie Script
Sixty feet below, a LEATHER BUCKET envelopes a gallon of water, and as the bungee is pulled, the leathercinches itself closed, trapping any leaking water.
>> A Quiet Place 寂静之地 Movie Script 2018
SUBLIMINAL FLASHBACK...RAFE LANDS IN THE WATER, and the shock of its coldness travels up his body faster than his body sinks into the water. He's cloaked in the fog; his parachute, pushed by the wind, is pulling him along face down. He fights with the straps, flips himself over, and pulls the release... But he's still in desperate trouble; in his flying clothes, his heavy leather jacket soaking with sea-water, he's going down; his body sinks beneath the surface... EVELYN'S VOICE ...Every sunset... IN THE PRESENT, Rafe's chest trembles... Is it from the memory of the frozen water, from the emotion of seeing Evelyn again -- or both?
>> Pearl Harbor 珍珠港（2001） Movie Script
As the nurses laugh -- EXT. NEW YORK TRAIN STATION - NIGHT Our pilots -- indeed leather-jacketed and handsome -- are waiting on the platform. Among then is Rafe, holding something behind his back, as the train pulls in and shudders to a stop, clouds of steam jetting onto the platform and giving the moment a dream-like haze.
>> Pearl Harbor 珍珠港（2001） Movie Script
BARBARA:
I tell you. Any one of those arrogant, leather-jacketed, slick-lookin' flyboys tries that line on me...he's gonna get anything he wants.
>> Pearl Harbor 珍珠港（2001） Movie Script
Hi. Where's your leather?
>> The Godfather: Part III 教父 3 1990 Movie Script
Sometimes the joyous Cubans will let a family through, but again, taking away the suitcases, rich leather, filled with money and valuables. Money seems to be stuffed everywhere.
>> The Godfather: Part II 教父2 1974 Movie Script
Do you have any of those leather masks that are flame-retardant?
>> 成人世界 Adult World (2013) Movie Script
I'd like to buy the black leather one.
>> 2024-01-the grilled cheese sandwich
Which jacket, the wool one or the leather one?
>> 2024-01-the grilled cheese sandwich
This leather chair comes in brown and black.
>> 2024-01-the grilled cheese sandwich
A PICNIC SPREAD is laid out. A tablecloth, two goblets and between them, a small leather wine container. And some cheese and a couple of apples. The picnic is set on a lovely spot, high on the edge of a mountain path with a view all the way back to the sea.
>> The Princess Bride Movie Script
The Man In Black sits to rest on the boulder that once held the rope. He tugs off his leather boots and is amazed to see several large rocks tumble out. The Man In Black wears gloves. Inigo stares at them.
>> The Princess Bride Movie Script
Who also had copies of Zork II... and Leather Goddesses of Phobos on her personal laptop.
>> 火星救援 The Martian (2015) Movie Script
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
“Why, this ain’t but four dollars,” Dan said. “Did you look good?” “Yeah, we tore up the chimney and opened all the trunks,” Roy said. “That purse was under the pallet they sleep on. They don’t have a dern thing worth taking besides that.” “Four dollars to see ’em through,” Dan said. “That won’t help ’em much, we might as well take it.” He took the two gold pieces and tossed the worn leather purse back at the man’s feet.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“Go with him and see what you can find, boys,” Dan said. “Me and Jake can ride herd on the family, I guess. They don’t look too violent.” Ten minutes later the boy came racing back, crying again, and Frog Lip and the two younger Suggses followed. They had an old leather wallet with them, which Roy Suggs threw to Dan. It had two small gold pieces in it.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“No, I’ve shot many a sassy bandit with this pistol,” he said. “I’m glad to have my hat, though. It don’t do to go into a scrape bareheaded.” The rider was close enough by then that she too could see the occasional flash of sun on the saddle. A few minutes later he rode into camp. He was a big man, riding a bay stallion. Gus had been right: he was an Indian. He had long, tangled black hair and wore no hat—just a bandana tied around his head. His leather leggings were greasy and his boots old, though he wore a pair of silver spurs with big rowels. He had a large knife strapped to one leg and carried a rifle lightly across the pommel of his saddle.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
Now she was content to ignore her own failure, but he had no doubt that if she judged the time to be right she would try again. He decided to find some braided horsehair reins when he got to Austin—the thin leather rein he was using could easily have snapped. Braided horsehair would give him an advantage if he got thrown again, and he had never been exceptional at riding bucking horses.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“The older the violin, the sweeter the music,” Augustus said. “Us old folks appreciate whetting just as much as the young, or maybe more. You ought to bring her up here to live, Bol. Think of the money you’d save on whetstones.” “That knife would cut through a man’s naik like it was butter,” Pea Eye said. He had an appreciation of such things, being the owner of a fine Bowie knife himself. It had a fourteen-inch blade and he had bought it from a soldier who had personally commissioned it from Bowie. He didn’t sharpen it every night like Bol did his, but he took it out of its big sheath once in a while to make sure it hadn’t lost its edge. It was his Sunday knife and he didn’t use it for ordinary work like butchering or cutting leather. Bolivar never used his for ordinary work either, though once in a while, if he was in a good mood, he would throw it and stick it in the side of a wagon, or maybe shave off a few fine curls of rawhide with it.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“Git from here, shoat,” Augustus said. “If you’re that hungry go hunt up another snake.” It occurred to him that a leather belt couldn’t be much tougher or less palatable than the fried goat Bolivar served up three or four times a week. The old man had been a competent Mexican bandit before he ran out of steam and crossed the river. Since then he had led a quiet life, but it was a fact that goat kept turning up on the table. The Hat Creek Cattle Company didn’t trade in them, and it was unlikely that Bolivar was buying them out of his own pocket—stealing goats was probably his way of keeping up his old skills. His old skills did not include cooking. The goat meat tasted like it had been fried in tar, but Augustus was the only member of the establishment sensitive enough to raise a complaint. “Bol, where’d you get the tar you fried this goat in?” he asked regularly, his quiet attempt at wit falling as usual on deaf ears. Bolivar ignored all queries, direct or indirect.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
He had these big angel wings, the perfect colour of white leather.
>> 倾城佳话 It Could Happen to You (1994) Movie Script