词汇：difference
n. 差异；不同；争执
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- The difference is, that they are always gonna win.>> 美国往事Once Upon a Time in America Movie Script
- That's the difference between us and them!>> 美国往事Once Upon a Time in America Movie Script
- Here or in the synagogue, to God it's the same difference.>> 美国往事Once Upon a Time in America Movie Script
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- (absolutely unfazed) What's the difference?>> The Princess Bride Movie Script
- MIRACLE MAX: Look who knows so much. Well, it just so happens that your friend here is only mostly dead. There's a big difference between mostly dead and all dead. Please open his mouth.>> The Princess Bride Movie Script
- MAN IN BLACK: Why should that make such a difference?>> The Princess Bride Movie Script
- “I sit there alone,” she said. “I don’t want the girls to be there because I don’t want them to get death too much in their minds. I sit there and I think, I’m alone, and I can’t help this child. If it wants to die I can’t stop it. I can love it until I bleed and it won’t stop it. I hope it won’t die. I hope it can grow up and have its time. I know how I’ll feel if it does die, how long it’ll take me to care if I draw breath, much less about cooking and the girls and all the things you have to do if you’re alive.” Clara paused. In the lots a sorrel stallion whinnied. He was her favorite, but this day she appeared not to hear him.“I know if I lose one more child I’ll never care again,” she said. “I won’t. Nothing will make any difference to me again if I lose one more. It’ll ruin me, and that’ll ruin my girls. I’ll never buy another horse, or cook another meal, or take another man. I’ll starve, or else I’ll go crazy and welcome it. Or I’ll kill the doctor for not coming, or you for not sitting with me, or something. If you want to marry me, why don’t you come and sit?” July realized then that he had managed to do a terrible thing, though all he had done was go to his room in the ordinary way. It startled him to hear Clara say she could kill him over such a thing as that, but he knew from her look that it wasn’t just talk.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- When the Captain returned a week later with an order for three hundred beeves to be delivered to Fort Benton by Christmas, Newt was in the little sapling corral they had built, working with a hammer-headed bay. He looked nervously at the Captain, expecting to be reprimanded for changing jobs, but Call merely sat on the Hell Bitch and watched. Newt tried to ignore the fact that he was there—he didn’t want to get nervous and upset the bay. He had discovered that if he talked a lot and was soothing in what he said it had a good effect on the horse he was working with. He murmured to the bay while the Captain watched. Finally Call dismounted and unsaddled. It pleased him to see the quiet way the boy worked. He had never been one for talk when there was work to be done—it was his big point of difference with Gus, who could do nothing without talking. He was glad the boy was inclined to his way. When they drove the beeves to Fort Benton he took Newt and two other men with him.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- All the way north everyone had been trying to convince Jasper that it didn’t really make any difference how deep a river was, once it got deep enough to swim a horse, but Jasper felt the argument violated common sense. The deeper the river, the more dangerous—that was axiomatic to him. He had heard about something called undercurrents, which could suck you down. The deeper the river, the farther down you could be sucked, and Jasper had a profound fear of being sucked down. Particularly he didn’t want to be sucked down in the Yellowstone, and had made himself a pair of rude floats from some empty lard buckets, just in case the Yellowstone really did turn out to be as deep as the Mississippi.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “Well, it was tame, that’s why,” Augustus said. “I didn’t want to be a doctor or a lawyer, and there wasn’t nothing else to do in those parts. I’d rather go outlaw than be a doctor or a lawyer.” The next day, as they were trailing along a little stream that branched off Crazy Woman Creek, Dish Boggett’s horse suddenly threw up its head and bolted. Dish was surprised and embarrassed. It had been a peaceful morning, and he was half asleep when he discovered he was in a runaway, headed back for the wagon. He sawed on the reins with all his might but the bit seemed to make no difference to the horse.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- At night, alone, he grew bitter at himself for indulging in such pointless thoughts. It was like the business with Maggie that Gus harped on so. His mind tried to change it, have it different, but those too were pointless thoughts. Things thought and things said didn’t make much difference and with Gus spending all his time with the woman there was very little said anyway. Sometimes Gus would come over and ride with him for a few miles, but they didn’t discuss Jake Spoon. As such things went, it had been simple. He could remember hangings that had been harder: once they had to hang a boy for something his father had made him do.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- She looked down at Bob and saw that the baby had made no difference. He lay as he had, nothing left to him but need.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- She picked the baby up and held it to her bosom—the thought was in her head that if he saw her with a child it might make a difference. Bob might see it, think it was theirs. It might startle him into life again.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “I guess we got us a boy, Bob,” she said. The doctors had told her to talk to him—they thought it might make a difference, but Clara found that the only difference was that she got depressed. The depressing aspect of it was that it reminded her too clearly of their years together, for she had liked to chatter, and Bob never talked. She had talked at him for years and got no answers. He only spoke if money was concerned. She would talk for two hours and he would never utter a sentence. So far as conversation went, the marriage was no different than it had ever been—it was just easier for her to have her way about money, something that also struck her as sad.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “They’re both white,” Needle said. “The difference is, hail is harder.” Within a few minutes, Newt was to find out just how hard. The sky began to rain balls of ice—small at first, but then not so small.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “I don’t see what difference it makes,” Needle said. “It can get just so wet, and if you’re swimming you’re bound to be wet.” “It oughta quit raining, it’s rained enough,” Pea Eye said, but the heavens ignored him.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “They’re both white,” Needle said. “The difference is, hail is harder.” Within a few minutes, Newt was to find out just how hard. The sky began to rain balls of ice—small at first, but then not so small.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “I don’t see what difference it makes,” Needle said. “It can get just so wet, and if you’re swimming you’re bound to be wet.” “It oughta quit raining, it’s rained enough,” Pea Eye said, but the heavens ignored him.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “Kill him tomorrow,” Blue Duck said, looking at Ermoke. “Take some of the horses and go find some help.” Ermoke was drunk and angry. “We do it,” he said. “Then we take the woman.” “The hell you will,” Dog Face said. “We’re in on this and she’s half ours, and you ain’t taking her nowhere.” “You shut up, or I’ll kill you like I killed that chigger,” Blue Duck said.“You get some help,” he said again, looking at Ermoke. “I doubt you five can kill that old man.” “Hell, what is he?” Monkey John said. “Five against one’s nice odds.” “These five can’t shoot,” Blue Duck said. “They can whoop and holler, but they can’t shoot. That old man can.” “That makes a difference,” Dog Face agreed. “I can shoot. If he gets past Ermoke, I’ll finish him.” “Somebody better settle him,” Blue Duck said. “Otherwise you’ll all be dead.” The Kiowas stood up and drug the dead boy away. Lorena heard them arguing in the darkness. Blue Duck sat where he was, his rifle across his lap; he seemed half asleep.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “You claim it but you ain’t,” Lorena said. “You’re going all the way to Nebraska for a woman. I’m a woman, and I’m right here. You could have the pokes, if that’s all it is.” “By God, I got you talking anyway,” Augustus said. “I never thought I’d be that lucky.” Lorena felt her little anger die, the old discouragement take its place. Once again she found herself alone in a hot place, dependent on men who had other things on their mind. It seemed life would never change. The discouragement went so deep in her that she began to cry. It softened Gus. He put an arm around her and wiped the tears off her cheeks with his finger.“Well, I guess you do want to get to California,” he said. “I’ll strike a deal. If we both make it to Denver I’ll buy you a train ticket.” “I’ll never make no Denver,” Lorena said. “I’ll never make it out of this Texas.” “Why, we’re half out already,” Augustus said. “Texas don’t last much north of Fort Worth. You’re young, besides. That’s the big difference in us. You’re young and I ain’t.” He got up and put on his clothes.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “Why’d he do it?” she asked. “What difference does it make to him what happens to me?” “He fancies you,” Fowler said. “Wants to marry you, he says.” “Marry me?” Elmira said. “He can’t marry me.” Fowler chuckled. “He don’t know that,” he said. “Big Zwey ain’t quite normal.” None of you are quite normal, Elmira thought, and I must not be either, or I wouldn’t be here.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- Sometimes he wondered if all men only made their wives look hostile and sullen. If it wasn’t the case, then he wondered what made the difference.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “No, I ain’t got around to that task,” Augustus said. “Maybe I will if you tell me what difference it makes.” “It would be useful to know how many we’re starting out with,” Call said, “If we get there with ninety percent we’ll be lucky.” “Yes, lucky if we get there with ninety percent of ourselves,” Augustus said. “It’s your show, Call. Myself, I’m just along to see the country.” Dish Boggett had been dozing under the wagon. He sat up so abruptly that he bumped his head on the bottom of the wagon. He had had a terrible dream in which he had fallen off a cliff. The dream had started nice, with him riding along on the point of a herd of cattle. The cattle had become buffalo and the buffalo had started running. Soon they began to pour over a cutbank of some kind. Dish saw it in plenty of time to stop his horse, but his horse wouldn’t stop, and before he knew it he went off the bank, too. The ground was so far below, he could barely see it. He fell and fell, and to make matters worse his horse turned over in the air, so that Dish was upside down and on the bottom. Just as he was about to be mashed, he woke up, lathered in sweat.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “Honey, you look like you’ve caught a fever,” Jake said, not realizing it was a fever of impatience to be done with Lonesome Dove and everything in it. “If you’re set on it, I reckon we’ll go, but I don’t fancy living in no cow camp. Call wouldn’t have it anyway. We can ride with them during the day and make our own camp.” Lorena was satisfied. Where they camped made no difference to her. Then Jake started talking about Denver, and how when they got there it would be easy to make their way across to San Francisco. She only half listened. Jake washed off as best he could in the little washbasin. She had only one spare sheet, so she put it on the bed while he was washing.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- Lorena felt sorely at a loss. She had never expected Gus to commit such a blunder, for it was well known that he and Jake were good friends. Gus must know that Jake was living with her; and yet he walked in and asked, as if it made no difference.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇