词汇：drinking

n. 喝酒；喝，饮

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You know, I stopped drinking coffee 'cause my adrenal glands are totally shot.
>> 成人世界 Adult World (2013) Movie Script
The moment of truth arrives and it demands that everyone must get sober, and put your head and heart under the faucet and stop drinking.
>> 1900 Movie Script
Are we drinking or not?
>> 1900 Movie Script
Did you know that in America every cow has its own drinking trough?
>> 1900 Movie Script
Basically, a f***ing drinking tour.
>> 战争机器 War Machine (2017) Movie Script
Tell me we're f***ing drinking.
>> 战争机器 War Machine (2017) Movie Script
Then what's the plan? We're drinking.
>> 战争机器 War Machine (2017) Movie Script
[CHUCKLES] What are you drinking?
>> 公正裁决 Equity (2016) Movie Script
A bunch of tea bowls are scattered in front of Drew, as if he's been drinking heavily. He points to his teacup, and Ashema shakes her head.
>> 花旗小和尚 American Shaolin (1992) Movie Script
And you've been drinking like a fish.
>> 美国往事Once Upon a Time in America Movie Script
I'm drinking with the boys one night, he comes in with his wife pretty brunette with a nice ass who works for a jeweler.
>> 美国往事Once Upon a Time in America Movie Script
When he got back to the livery stable he found old man Gill drinking from a jug. It reminded him of Gus, for the old man would hook one finger through the loop of the jug and throw back his head and drink. He was sitting in the wheelbarrow, his pitchfork across his lap, glaring at the Hell Bitch.
当他回到马厩时，他发现吉尔老人正在用水罐喝水。这让他想起了格斯，因为老人会用一根手指钩住罐子的环，然后仰起头喝水。他坐在独轮车里，腿上放着干草叉，怒视着那个该死的婊子。
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
The little fat man jerked as if poked with a fork, and opened his eyes. His cheeks were red-streaked—from excessive drinking, Augustus supposed. He put both hands on his head as if surprised that it was still there.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
A day and a half later the two scouts rode over a grassy bluff and saw the Yellowstone River, a few miles away. Fifty or sixty buffalo were watering when they rode up. At the sight of the horsemen the buffalo scattered. The cloud bank had blown away and the blue sky was clear for as far as one could see. The river was swift but not deep—Augustus paused in his crossing and leaned down, drinking from his cupped hands. The water was cold.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“Nope,” Clara said. “He didn’t know mares.” They sat quietly for a while, drinking coffee. Watching Clara, Cholo felt sad. He did not believe she had ever been happy.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“I ain’t planning on drinking my own piss or anybody else’s, either,” Jasper said.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
The day remained fair, and the picnic was a great success for everyone except Captain Call and July Johnson, both of whom felt awkward and merely waited for it to be over. The girls tried to get July to wade in the Platte, but he resisted solemnly. Newt waded, and then Lorena, rolling up her pants, and Lorena and Betsey walked far downstream, out of sight of the party. The baby dozed in the shade, while Clara and Augustus bantered. The sixteen-year gap in their communications proved no hindrance at all. Then Augustus rolled up his pants and waded with the girls, while Clara and Lorena watched. All the food was consumed, Call drinking about half the buttermilk himself. He had always loved buttermilk and had not had any for a long time.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“Yes, for sixteen years,” Clara said. “Although I never liked his drinking.” “I wish he’d get well,” Sally said. She had been her father’s favorite and grieved over him the most.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
Young Jimmy Rainey turned out to have no stomach for liquor at all. He started vomiting almost as soon as he started drinking. Pete Spettle drank freely, but only looked darker and more depressed, whereas Ben Rainey enjoyed the liquor hugely and guzzled considerably more than his share.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“Hell, will a frog hop?” Lippy said. “I can get you plenty of beer and a bottle of whiskey to chase it.” Lippy was as good as his word. In ten minutes he was back with plenty of beer and a quart of whiskey. He had a twinkle in his eyes, but the boys were all so excited by the prospect of drinking that they didn’t notice. Lippy gave them the liquor and immediately started up the street.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
They shook out the small change and handed it to Lippy. They knew that drinking was something required of all real cowboys, and they were hot to try it.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
Then, in a flash of inspiration, it occurred to him that the best way out of that tight spot was to get the boys drunk. They were young and not used to drinking. Get them drunk enough and they might forget Ogallala entirely, or even Nebraska.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
The town abounded in saloons, of course, but at first the boys were too spooked to go in one. Probably they would be looked at, because of their age, and anyway they didn’t have funds for drinking. What little they had must be saved for whores—at least that was their intention. But the fourth or fifth time they passed the big general store their intentions wavered, and they all slipped in for a look at the merchandise. They stared at the guns: buffalo rifles and pistols with long blue barrels, and far beyond their means. All they came out with was a sack of horehound candy. Since it was the first candy any of them had had in months, it tasted wonderful. They sat down in the shade and promptly ate the whole sack.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“It will get dry,” Po Campo insisted. “We will be drinking horses’ blood if we’re not lucky.” “I think I must have drunk some last night,” Jasper said. “I never got sick enough to puke on my horse before.” Newt and the other boys raced to town, leaving Pea Eye far behind, but once they got there they felt somewhat at a loss as to what to do first. For an hour or two they merely walked up and down the one long street, looking at the people.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
He went into one that had a huge rack of elk horns over the door and a clientele consisting mostly of mule skinners who hauled freight for the Army. None of the Hat Creek outfit was there, though he had seen a couple of their horses tied outside. They had probably gone straight to the whorehouse next door, he concluded. He ordered a bottle and a glass, but the boisterous mule skinners made so much racket he couldn’t enjoy his drinking. A middle-aged gambler with a thin mustache and a greasy cravat soon spotted him and came over.
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