词汇：whoever

pron. 无论谁；任何人

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LAMBEAU:
Well, whoever You are, I'm sure you'll find this one challenging enough to merit coming forward with your identity. That is, if you can do it.
>> Good Will Hunting (1997)Movie Script
SMITH:
That's right. The distress call. CQD. Tell whoever responds that we are going down by the head and need immediate assistance.
>> 泰坦尼克号 Titanic (1997) Movie Script
William Howard Taft, William Jennings Bryant, William Tell, whoever.
>> 闻香识女人Scent of a Woman 1992 Movie Script
- Yeah, whoever he was.
>> 闻香识女人Scent of a Woman 1992 Movie Script
And whoever possesses that chest possesses the leverage to command Jones to do whatever it is he or she wants, including saving brave William from his grim fate.
>> Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest 加勒比海盗2：聚魂棺Movie Script
Oooh, I'm under no obligation to share that information with you, whoever you might be.
>> The Big Short大空头（2015） Movie Script
EXT. NEW YORK ALLEYWAY - MED. VIEW - NIGHT A young man, one of those who had tried to kill Fanucci, runs down an alleyway, breathlessly. Then he stops, and looks behind himself. Whoever was following him is gone.
>> The Godfather: Part II 教父2 1974 Movie Script
And then you have an election anyway, and people vote for whoever the local leaders tell them to vote for.
>> 战争机器 War Machine (2017) Movie Script
- Whoever said what, a troop surge and an election don't sit well together, so this is the way it's gotta be.
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Actually, it's the same whoever captures you.
>> 新少林寺 Shaolin (2011)Movie Script
Piece of sh*t whoever you are! What the f*** you you're saying? How shall I find my son!
>> 美国往事Once Upon a Time in America Movie Script
MIRACLE MAX: Look, I'm retired. And besides, why would you want someone the King's stinking son fired? I might kill whoever you wanted me to miracle.
>> The Princess Bride Movie Script
In his weariness, he even forgot for a time that Gus had been left in the little cave. Several times he spoke to Gus as he stumbled along—mainly asking directions. For a time he felt Gus was just ahead, leading the way. Or was it Deets? Pea Eye felt confused. Whoever it was wouldn’t speak to him, and yet he continued to ask questions. He took comfort in thinking Gus or Deets was there. They were the best scouts. They would lead him in.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
But the rush never came. Whoever was above them left. The creek bank on their side was already in shadow. Augustus uncocked his pistol and stretched his leg out again. He knew better than to put off anything to do with wounds, so he grasped the arrow and began to push it on through his leg. The pain was severe and caused a cold sweat to break out but at least the arrow moved.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“That was bold,” Call said. “But they ain’t on foot now.” He decided to take only Augustus and Deets, though that left the camp without a really competent Indian fighter, in case the raid was a feint. On the other hand, whoever took the horses might have a good deal of help nearby. If it became necessary to take on an Indian camp, three men were about the minimum that could expect to succeed.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
Augustus trotted the few steps to the blacksmith shop and dropped a loop over Call’s shoulders. Then he turned the horse away, took a wrap around the saddle horn, and began to ride up the street. Call wouldn’t turn loose of Dixon at first. He hung on and dragged him a few feet from the anvil. But Augustus kept the rope tight and held the horse in a walk. Finally Call let the man drop, though he turned with a black, wild look and started for whoever had roped him, not realizing who the man was. The skin was torn completely off his knuckles from the blows he had dealt Dixon, but he was lost in his anger and his only thought was to get the next assailant. It was in him to kill—he didn’t know if Dixon was dead, but he would make sure of the next man.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
Now he penned the mares and loped over to be sure she wasn’t threatened by whoever was coming in the wagon. They kept a shotgun in the saddle shed, but Clara only used it to kill snakes, and she only killed snakes because they were always stealing her eggs. At times the hens seemed to her almost more trouble than they were worth, for they had to be protected constantly from coyotes, skunks, badgers, even hawks and eagles.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“Those boys are bad ones, whoever they are,” Augustus said. “Hung those poor bastards and burned them too.” Call had ridden in for a closer look. “No,” he said. “Shot ’em, then hung ’em, then burned them.” They cut the men down and buried them in one grave.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“They didn’t get Deets, whoever they are,” Augustus said.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“They ain’t supposed to fight us no more,” he said. “Gus claims the government paid ’em to stop.” “Yes, but whoever heard of an Indian doing what he was supposed to do?” Lippy said. “Maybe some of them consider that they wasn’t paid enough.” “What would you know?” Jasper inquired. “When did you ever see an Indian?” “I seen plenty,” Lippy informed him. “What do you think made this hole in my stomach? An Apache Indian made that hole.” “Apache?” Dish said. “Where did you find an Apache?” “West of Santa Fe,” Lippy said. “I traded in them parts, you know. That’s where I learned to play the piano.” “I wouldn’t be surprised if you forget how before we come to a place that’s got one,” Pea Eye said. He found himself more and more depressed by the prospect of endless plains. Normally, in his traveling days, he had ridden through one kind of country for a while and then come to another kind of country. It had even been true on the trail drive: first there had been brush, then the limestone hills, then some different brush, and then the plains. But after that there had just been more and more plains, and no end in sight that he could see. Once or twice he asked Deets how soon they could expect to come to the end of them, for Deets was the acknowledged expert on distances, but this time Deets had to admit he was stumped. He didn’t know how long the plains went on. “Over a thousand, I guess,” he said.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
CALL EXPECTED GUS to be back in a day or two. Maybe he’d have the girl and maybe he wouldn’t, but it was not likely he’d be gone long. Gus was a hard traveler and usually overtook whoever he was after promptly, arrested them or dispatched them, and got back.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
But probably he wasn’t there. Probably he had sold the woman and left, sending a few Kiowas down the trail to take care of whoever came along. It would likely just be a matter of shooting down two or three renegade buffalo hunters who had been too lazy to find honest work once the herds petered out.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“This is a free country we live in,” Augustus reminded them. “Anyone who don’t like this coffee can spit it out and make their own.” No one cared to do anything that extreme. Since Call didn’t believe in stopping for a meal at noon, breakfast was a necessity, whoever cooked it.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
Call felt depressed by the morning’s events. He did not particularly lament the loss of the wagon—an old wired-together wreck at best—but he did lament the loss of Bol. Once he formed a unit of men he didn’t like to lose one of them, for any reason. Someone would have to assume extra work, which seldom sat well with whoever had to do it. Bolivar had been with them ten years and it was trying to lose him suddenly, although Call had not really expected him to come when he first announced the trip. Bolivar was a Mexican, If he didn’t miss his family, he’d miss his country, as the Irishman did.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
Then, coming over a little rise in the ground, he saw something that gave him heart: a thin silver ribbon to the northwest that could only be the river. The fading moon hung just above it. Across it, Texas was in sight, no less dark than Mexico, but there. The deep relief Newt felt at the sight of it washed away most of his fear. He even recognized the curve of the river—it was the old Comanche crossing, only a mile above Lonesome Dove. Whoever he was with had brought him home.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇