词汇：downstairs
adv. 在楼下
相关场景
- Upstairs, downstairs.>> Madagascar (2005)Movie Script
- (Scarlett can not fall asleep, so many things happen, she sneaks downstairs and wants to have a drink. And she finds Rhett is already there, half- drunk.)>> 飘 Gone with the Wind Movie Script
- (Downstairs.)>> 飘 Gone with the Wind Movie Script
- Chapter 2 Scarlett Meeting Butler (Noon time, the gentlemen are gathering in the downstairs hall, talking about the war.) Mr. O'HARA We've borne enough insults from the "meddling Yankees. It's time we made them understand we keep our slaves with or without their approval. Who's to stop them right from the state of Georgia to secede from the Union.>> 飘 Gone with the Wind Movie Script
- You won't be able to get 'em at the newsstand downstairs.>> 闻香识女人Scent of a Woman 1992 Movie Script
- [ Sigh ] Why don't you go downstairs, get me some Aspirin, Charlie ?>> 闻香识女人Scent of a Woman 1992 Movie Script
- INT. FARMHOUSE, UPSTAIRS - AFTERNOON The creature retreats downstairs, pursuing the loud noises outside.>> A Quiet Place 寂静之地 Movie Script 2018
- AND THAT’S WHEN THEY HEAR THE FLOORBOARDS CREAKING DOWNSTAIRS. SOMETHING IS INSIDE THE HOUSE WITH THEM.>> A Quiet Place 寂静之地 Movie Script 2018
- INT DAY:
- DON'S DINING ROOM (SPRING 1946) The mood is quite happy downstairs, as the WOMEN prepare the Sunday dinner, and set the table.>> The Godfather教父 1972 Movie Script
- Uh, Lisa from downstairs.>> 公正裁决 Equity (2016) Movie Script
- The dark heavens gave no answer, and after a while she got up and went downstairs and out to Lorena, who still stood by the buggy, where she had been from the time Call arrived.
黑暗的天空没有回答，过了一会儿，她站起来，下楼去找洛蕾娜，洛蕾娜仍然站在马车旁，从Call到达时起，她就一直在那里。>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇- “No, thanks, I know my way to the kitchen well enough,” she said, standing up. This time she neither hugged him nor took his hand; she walked past him without a look. All he could do was follow her downstairs. Lorena and the girls had already made breakfast and Cholo came in to eat. July didn’t feel hungry. The fact that Clara was displeased took his appetite away. He tried to think why she might be displeased, but could come up with no reasons. He sat numbly through breakfast and went out the door feeling that it would be hard to get his mind on work. He needed to repair the wheel of the big wagon, which had cracked somehow.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- Call felt bad for having dozed. He saw that one of Gus’s notes to the women was still on the bed. There was blood on it, but not much. Call wiped the note carefully on his pants leg before going downstairs.
打了个盹，打电话感觉很不舒服。他看到格斯给女人们写的一封信还在床上。上面有血迹，但不多。下楼前，Call小心地擦了擦裤腿上的纸条。>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇- They put the coffin in the front room, and July carried the frail corpse downstairs and put him in the coffin. Then, on Clara’s instructions, he rode off to inform the few neighbors and to find a preacher. Clara and Lorena and the girls sat with the body all night, while Cholo dug a grave on the ridge above the barn where the boys were buried. Betsey slept most of the night in Lorena’s arms—Clara thought it nice that she had taken to the young woman so.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- She covered Bob with a clean sheet and went downstairs. Lorena was teaching the girls to play cards. They were playing poker for buttons. Clara stood in the shadows, wishing she didn’t have to interrupt their fun. Why interrupt it for a death that couldn’t be helped? And yet death was not something you could ignore. It had its weight. It was a dead man lying upstairs, not a man who was sick. It seemed to her she had better not form the practice of ignoring death. If she tried it, death would find a way to answer back—it would take another of her loved ones, to remind her to respect it.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- Clara closed Bob’s eyes and sat with her memories for an hour. The girls were downstairs now, pestering Lorena and eating. Now and then she could hear their laughter.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “No, I’m going as soon as I can saddle up,” Augustus said. “It takes willpower to leave a houseful of ladies just to ride along with some scraggly cowhands. I better do it now, if I’m going to.” Clara came downstairs to see him off; she held the baby, who was colicky and wakeful. They went outside with Augustus, Lorena feeling trembly, not sure of what she was doing. Cholo was going with him to Ogallala to bring back all the clothes he had bought her.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- So when Clara came downstairs and asked her to stay, it felt like being given back something—something that had been lost so long that she had ceased to think about it. Just before Clara and Gus came in, the girls had been nagging her to teach them how to sew. Lorena could sew fairly well. The girls complained that their mother never took the time to teach them. Their mother, about whom they were full of gripes, was more interested in horses than in sewing.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “That’s right,” she said, and led him on downstairs.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- Clara laughed and took his arm to lead him downstairs.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “Where men like you are concerned it’s ninety-nine percent,” she said. “You ain’t had time to look at me close. I ain’t the prettiest anymore. The prettiest is downstairs.” “I’d still like a kiss,” he said.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “Have you had a good walk?” he asked, offering Newt a piece of cold meat. Newt took it but discovered once he sat down that he was too tired to eat. He went to sleep with a hunk of beef still in his hand.CLARA WAS UPSTAIRS when she saw the four riders. She had just cleaned her husband—the baby was downstairs with the girls. She happened to glance out a window and see them, but they were still far away, on the north side of the Platte.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- Elmira didn’t answer. She had no breath to answer with, she was so tired. Walking downstairs and out to the wagon had taken all her strength. Zwey had to lift her into the wagon, at that, and she sat propped against the buffalo skins, too tired even to care about the smell. She was so tired that she felt like she wasn’t there. She couldn’t even tell Zwey to start—Luke had to do it.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “I wish we had a goat,” Clara said. “I’ve heard goat’s milk is better for babies than cow’s milk. If you see any goats next time you go to town, let’s buy a couple.” Then she grew a little embarrassed. Sometimes she talked to Cholo as if he were her husband, and not Bob. She went downstairs, made a fire in the cookstove and began to boil some milk. When it was boiled, she took it up and gave the baby a little, dipping a cotton rag in the milk and letting the baby suck it. It was a slow method and took patience. The child was too weak to work at it, but she knew if she didn’t persist the baby would only get weaker and die. So she kept on, dribbling milk into its mouth even when it grew too tired to suck on the rag.“I know this is slow,” she whispered to it. When the baby had taken all it would, she got up to walk it. It was a nice moonlight night and she went out on her porch for a while. The baby was asleep, tucked against her breast. You could be worse off, she thought, looking at it. Your mother had pretty good sense—she waited to have you until she got to where there were people who’ll look after you.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- Clara took the baby downstairs and had the girls watch him while she went outside and killed a pullet. Big Zwey watched silently from the wagon as she quickly wrung the chicken’s neck and plucked and cleaned it.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇