词汇：eighty

n. 八十；八十岁；八十年代

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WILL:
Come on, that's what you do. You handle more than eighty percent of the intelligence workload. You're seven times the size of the C.I.A.
>> Good Will Hunting (1997)Movie Script
EXECUTIVE:
Will, our offer starts you at eighty- four thousand a year, plus benefits.
>> Good Will Hunting (1997)Movie Script
LAMBEAU:
Was I exaggerating in nineteen eighty- four when I told you I'd win the Field's medal within two years?
>> Good Will Hunting (1997)Movie Script
HE WAS EIGHTY-EIGHT YEARS OLD.
>> 钢琴家 The Pianist Movie Script
Meanwhile, we out-fitted the vehicle with this big pole and hook which runs directly into the flux-capacitor. At the calculated moment, you start off from down the street driving toward the cable execrating to eighty-eight miles per hour. According to the flyer,
>> Back to the Future 回到未来 1985 Movie Script
Doc:
Watch this. Not me, the car, the car. My calculations are correct, when this baby hits eighty-eight miles per hour, your gonna see some serious sh*t. Watch this, watch this. Ha, what did I tell you, eighty-eight miles per hour. The temporal displacement occurred at exactly
>> Back to the Future 回到未来 1985 Movie Script
Eighty is great, no eighty is great, thank you, thank you so much!
>> The Big Short大空头（2015） Movie Script
Eighty million, eigthy million, that's good right?
>> The Big Short大空头（2015） Movie Script
Ok, so eighty million!
>> The Big Short大空头（2015） Movie Script
No, eighty million!
>> The Big Short大空头（2015） Movie Script
Eighty-five seventy-eight eightyfour!
>> The Big Short大空头（2015） Movie Script
But eighty percent of our swaps is bear we lose everything!
>> The Big Short大空头（2015） Movie Script
Good odds, in fact her chances of winning this hand are eighty-seven percent so, my odds are good I'm on a winning streak everybody in this place wants to get in on the action how could I lose right?
>> The Big Short大空头（2015） Movie Script
We want eighty units.
>> 新少林寺 Shaolin (2011)Movie Script
HOLD ON THE LIGHTNING SAND -- THEN -- An odd panting sound is heard now. The panting sound is suddenly very loud. And then a giant R.0.U.S. darts into view. The R.0.U.S. -- a Rodent of Unusual Size -- is probably no more than eighty pounds of bone and power. It sniffs around a bit then, as quickly as it has come, it goes.
>> The Princess Bride Movie Script
“Hugh Auld,” the visitor said. “Down Miles City they call me Old Hugh, although I doubt I’m eighty yet.” “Was you meaning to stab me with that knife?” Augustus asked. “I’d rather not shoot you unnecessarily.” Old Hugh grinned and spat again. “I was about to have a go at cutting off that rotten leg of yours,” he said. “Before you come to, I was. That leg’s ruint, but I might have a hell of a time cutting through the bone without no saw. Besides, you might have woke up and give me trouble.” “’Spect I would have,” Augustus said, looking at the leg. It was no longer black-striped—just black.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
Allen O’Brien looked at him angrily. “I need to cry, but I’ve got no tears,” he said. “This goddamn country has burned up my tears.” Call had been awake for over three days, and he began to feel confused himself. He knew water couldn’t be much farther, but, all the same, fatigue made him doubtful. Perhaps it had been a hundred miles rather than eighty. They would never make it, if so. He tried to remember, searching his mind for details that would suggest how far the river might be, butthere were precious few landmarks on the dry plain, and the harder he concentrated the more his mind seemed to slip.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“It looks like sandy times ahead,” he said. “Call, you got too much of the prophet in you. You’re always trying to lead us into the deserts.” “Well, there’s water there,” Call said. “I seen it. If we can get them close enough that they can smell it, they’ll go. How far do you think a cow can smell water?” “Not no eighty miles,” Augustus said.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
By midafternoon Call came back from his walk and decided they would go ahead. It was go ahead or go back, and he didn’t mean to go back. It wasn’t rational to think of driving cattle over eighty waterless miles, but he had learned in his years of tracking Indians that things which seemed impossible often weren’t. They only became so if one thought about them too much so that fear took over. The thing to do was go. Some of the cattle might not make it, but then, he had never expected to reach Montana with every head.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“I found it, ’bout eighty miles away,” Call said.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“Oh, we could,” Augustus said. “We could have stopped pretty much anywhere along the way. It’s only your stubbornness kept us going this long. I guess it’ll be interesting to see if it can get us the next eighty miles.” Call got a plate and ate a big meal. He expected Po Campo to say something about their predicament, but the old cook merely dished out the food and said nothing. Deets was helping Pea Eye trim one of his horse’s feet, a task Pea Eye had never been good at.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“About eighty miles,” Call said. “What do you think?” “I ain’t give it no thought at all, so far,” Augustus said.“We can’t just sit here,” Call said.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
All day he rode west, and the country around him grew more bleak. Not fit for sheep, Call thought. Not hardly fit for lizards—in fact, a small gray lizard was the only life he saw all day. That night he made a dry camp in sandy country where the dirt was light-colored, almost white. He supposed he had come some sixty miles and could not imagine that the herd would make it that far, although the Hell Bitch seemed unaffected. He slept for a few hours and went on, arriving just after sunup on the banks of Salt Creek. It was not running, but there was adequate water in scattered shallow pools. The water was not good, but it was water. The trouble was, the herd was nearly eighty miles back—a four-day drive under normal conditions; and in this case the miles were entirely waterless, which wouldn’t make for normal conditions.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“Bad men would have a better team,” Clara said. “Find any colts?” Cholo shook his head. His hair was white—Clara had never been able to get his age out of him, but she imagined he was seventy-five at least, perhaps eighty. At night by the fire, with the work done, Cholo wove horsehair lariats. Clara loved to watch the way his fingers worked. When a horse died or had to be killed, Cholo always saved its mane and tail for his ropes. He could weave them of rawhide too, and once had made one for her of buckskin, although she didn’t rope. Bob had been puzzled by the gift—“Clara couldn’t rope a post,” he said—but Clara was not puzzled at all. She had been very pleased. It was a beautiful gift; Cholo had the finest manners. She knew he appreciated her as she appreciated him. That was the year she bought him the coat. Sometimes, reading her magazines, she would look up and see Cholo weaving a rope and imagine that if she ever did try to write a story she would write it about him. It would be very different from any of the stories she read in the English magazines.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“Well, July, I guess you’re between a rock and a hard place,” Roscoe said. “You either got to go off and fight them Texas Rangers or else stay here and fight Peach.” “I could send you after him,” July said. “You’re the one that let him get away.”Of course he was only teasing. Roscoe could hardly handle old man Darton, who was nearly eighty. He wouldn’t stand much of a chance against Jake Spoon and his friends.
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