词汇：foot

n. 脚；英尺；末尾；步调

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l'll never set foot here again.
>> 1900 Movie Script
Oh, your foot. l'm sorry.
>> 1900 Movie Script
We can get to the market on foot.
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ANGLE ON DREW'S FOOT As it presses down on one of the stones of the floor.
>> 花旗小和尚 American Shaolin (1992) Movie Script
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PRINCE HUMPERDINCK as he slips his boot into a foot print in the sand.
>> The Princess Bride Movie Script
And he nimbly scoops up his sword with his foot, catches it and as he dashes off up along the mountain path --
>> The Princess Bride Movie Script
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THE MAN IN BLACK and so he is. Very slowly, he is picking his way upwards, sometimes a foot at a time, sometimes an inch.
>> The Princess Bride Movie Script
When Bolivar looked up and saw the Captain riding out of the sunset, he dropped the piece of crowbar, narrowly missing his foot. His return to Mexico had been a trial and a disappointment. His girls were married and gone, his wife unrelenting in her anger at his years of neglect. Her tongue was like a saw and the look in her eyes made him feel bad. So he had left her one day forever, and walked to Lonesome Dove, living in the house the gringos had abandoned. He sharpened knives to earn a living, which for himself was merely coffee and frijoles. He slept on the cookstove; rats had chewed up the old beds. He grew lonely, and could not remember who he had been. Still, every evening, he took the broken crowbar and beat the bell—the sound rang through the town and across the Rio Grande.
当玻利瓦尔抬头看到船长骑马走出日落时，他掉下了一根撬棍，险些撞到脚。他回到墨西哥是一次考验，也是一次失望。他的女儿们都结婚了，走了，他的妻子对他多年的忽视感到愤怒。她的舌头像锯子，眼睛里的表情让他感觉不舒服。于是，有一天，他永远地离开了她，走到孤独的鸽子那里，住在外国佬遗弃的房子里。他磨刀子谋生，对他自己来说，这不过是咖啡和油炸食品。他睡在炉灶上；老鼠把旧床吃光了。他变得孤独，不记得自己是谁了。尽管如此，每天晚上，他都会拿起折断的撬棍敲钟——铃声响彻全城，穿过格兰德河。
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“I can’t forget no promise to a friend,” Call said. “Though I do agree it’s foolish and told him so myself.” “People lose their minds over things like this,” Clara said. “Gus was all to that girl. Who’ll help me, if she loses hers?” Dish wanted to say that he would, but couldn’t get the words out. The sight of Lorie, standing in grief, made him so unhappy that he wished he’d never set foot in the town of Lonesome Dove. Yet he loved her, though he could not approach her.
“我不能忘记对朋友的承诺，”Call说。“虽然我确实同意这很愚蠢，我自己也告诉过他。”“人们对这样的事情会失去理智，”克拉拉说。“格斯就是那个女孩的全部。如果她输了，谁来帮我？”Dish想说他会的，但说不出来。看到洛里悲伤地站着，他非常不高兴，真希望自己从来没有踏足过孤独的鸽子镇。然而，他爱她，虽然他不能接近她。
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
The roundup took ten days. The cattle had spread themselves wide over the range between the Milk and the Missouri in their foraging during the winter. Then the branding took a week. At first the men enjoyed the activity, competing with one another to see who could throw the largest animals the quickest. There was also much disagreement over who should get to rope and who should work on foot. Newt improved so rapidly as a roper that he was soon sharing that task with Needle Nelson, the only one of the original crew skilled with a lariat.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“Well, no, I ain’t,” Soupy said. “He’s a fair hand, but it don’t seem right a fair hand should be put over a top hand unless there’s a reason.” “He’s young and needs the training—you don’t. That’s the reason,” Call said. “If I tell you to take orders from him you will, or else leave. They’ll be my orders, at second hand.” Soupy reddened at the disgusting thought of taking orders from a boy. He stuffed his wages in his pocket, planning to leave, but an hour’s contemplation caused him to mellow and he gave Call back the wages. That night, though, he suddenly stuck out a foot and tripped Newt, when Newt walked past with a plateful of food. Newt fell on his face but he rose and flung himself on Soupy in a second, so angry at the insult that he even held his own for a few licks, until Soupy could bring his weight and experience into play—after which Newt got thoroughly pounded, so thoroughly that he was not aware when the fight stopped. He was sitting on the ground spitting blood, and Soupy had walked away. Call had expected the fight and watched impassively, pleased that the boy had fought so hard. Winning would have been beyond his powers.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
He was not used to the crutch and he made poor time. When occasionally he forgot and set his bad foot to the ground, the pain was almost enough to make him pass out. He was weak, and had to stop every hour or so to rest. In the hot sun, sweat poured out of him, though he felt cold and feared a chill. Two or three miles from where he started, he crossed the tracks of a sizable herd of buffalo—they were probably the reason the Indians had left. With winter coming, buffalo were more important to the warriors than two white men, though probably they meant to return and finish off the whites once the hunt was over.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“Go after him on what?” Augustus asked. “Have you gone daft, Soupy? You want to chase a grizzly bear on foot, after what you’ve seen? You wouldn’t even make one good bite for that bear.” The bear had crossed the stream and was ambling along lazily across the open plain.Despite Augustus’s cautions, as soon as the men could catch their horses, five of them, including Dish Boggett, Soupy, Bert, the Irishman and Needle Nelson, raced after the bear, still visible though a mile or more away. They began to fire long before they were in range, and the bear loped toward the mountains. An hour later the men returned, their horses run down, but with no bear trophies.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
Call looked and saw that the mules were dashing off back toward the Powder, Lippy sawing futilely on the reins and bouncing a foot off the wagon seat from time to time.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
For the next few days everyone was tense, expecting Indian attack. Several men took alarm at the sight of what turned out to be sagebrush or low bushes. No one could sleep at night, and even those hands who were not on guard spent much of the night checking and rechecking their ammunition. The Irishman was afraid to sing on night duty for fear of leading the Indians straight to them. In fact, night herding became highly unpopular with everyone, and instead of gambling for money men began to gamble over who took what watch. The midnight watch was the most unpopular. No one wanted to leave the campfire: the men who came in from the watches did so with profound relief, and the men who went out assumed they were going to their deaths. Some almost cried. Needle Nelson trembled so that he could barely get his foot in his stirrup. Jasper Fant sometimes even got off and walked when he was on the far side of the herd, reasoning that the Indians would be less likely to spot him if he was on foot.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“Can’t you give that squalling baby to the women?” he asked. “Just set it down over there and maybe they’ll come and get it.” Call took a few steps toward the huddled Indians, holding out the baby. None of the Indians moved. He went a few more steps and set the baby on the ground. When he turned back he saw Augustus put a foot against Deets’s side and try to remove the lance, which did not budge.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
Call and Augustus shot almost at the same time—the boy died with his hands still on the lance. They ran down to Deets, who still had the baby in his hands, although he had over a foot of lance inside him.
>> 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
“They came on foot, Captain,” he said. He had found their tracks, at least.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
There was nothing for it but for them to walk to camp on foot, their pistols ready—too ready, really, for Ben almost shot his brother when Jimmy finally came back to see about them.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“I’ll go get Jimmy,” he said. When he opened the door, Jimmy was not more than a foot away. Probably he had been listening, which Newt resented, but in the dim hall Jimmy looked too sick to be mad at.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“Flop over here, you ain’t gonna do no good down there at the foot of the bed,” she said. “You spent ten dollars, you oughta at least try. Some girls would charge you ten just to soap you up, but Mary and me, we’re fair.” Newt allowed himself to be directed and made entrance, but then to his embarrassment he slipped out. He tried to reinsert himself but couldn’t find the spot. Buf’s belly was huge and slippery. Newt got dizzy again and felt himself slidingoff it. Again he had the sensation that he might fall off the earth, and he grasped her arms to stop himself.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“We went east,” Weaver said. “Where do you think we’ve been for the last week?” “Maybe they went farther and faster,” Augustus said. “Indians usually do. From the looks of those nags you’re riding they could probably outrun you on foot.” “You’re a damn impertinent man,” Weaver said. “Those Indians killed a buffalo hunter and a woman, two days ago. Three weeks ago they wiped out a family southeast of here. If you see them you’ll wish you’d kept your damn beeves in Texas.” “Let’s go,” Call said, abruptly turning his horse.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
July felt that his head would burst. He didn’t care what she called him. It hurt so that he could hardly walk straight on the stairs. He bumped into the door at the foot of the stairs. Above them, the baby was squalling.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
That afternoon he stood up, but he couldn’t touch his right foot to the ground. He managed to belly over the horse and get down to the river. It was three days before he had the strength to go back and get the saddle. The effort of getting to the river had exhausted him so much he could barely undo a button. Early one morning he shot a large crane with his pistol, and the meat put a little strength in him. His leg had not returned to normal, but it had not fallen off either. Hecould put a little weight on it, but not much.
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