词汇：bob
n. 短发；浮子；摆动；轻敲；悬挂的饰品
相关场景
- How the hell can l get home, Bob?>> 不一样的本能 Phenomenon （1996）Movie Script
- - Energy, Bob.>> 不一样的本能 Phenomenon （1996）Movie Script
- - Well, let's get specific, Bob.>> 不一样的本能 Phenomenon （1996）Movie Script
- - Specifics, Bob.>> 不一样的本能 Phenomenon （1996）Movie Script
- But you weren't being very specific now, were you, Bob?>> 不一样的本能 Phenomenon （1996）Movie Script
- - Shoot, Bob.>> 不一样的本能 Phenomenon （1996）Movie Script
- Uh, my first name is Bob.>> 不一样的本能 Phenomenon （1996）Movie Script
- I understand perfectly Bob!>> The Big Short大空头（2015） Movie Script
- This is Bob Board returning your call.>> Spare Parts 拼凑梦想 (2015) Movie Script
- And that other guy... was Bob.>> 战争机器 War Machine (2017) Movie Script
- You're gonna get on the phone to Bob Gates and- Hang on, Dick. You're cutting out.>> 战争机器 War Machine (2017) Movie Script
- - Somebody gave it to Bob Woodward.>> 战争机器 War Machine (2017) Movie Script
- He starts to walk out, but Bob follows him.>> 花旗小和尚 American Shaolin (1992) Movie Script
- Kwan looks at Bob, who towers over him, and smiles sheepishly.>> 花旗小和尚 American Shaolin (1992) Movie Script
- He spins and kicks one of the hanging bags, then walks out of the workout room, leaving Bob and Kwan standing alone.>> 花旗小和尚 American Shaolin (1992) Movie Script
- DREW:
- Just leave me alone, Bob, OK? I NEVER asked for anything from you.>> 花旗小和尚 American Shaolin (1992) Movie Script
- It is a threat, one that Bob almost takes up. Kwan feels the tension in the room, and starts to say something.>> 花旗小和尚 American Shaolin (1992) Movie Script
- DREW:
- I'm not your son, Bob. Lay off.>> 花旗小和尚 American Shaolin (1992) Movie Script
- DREW:
- Look, Bob, I'm not bothering you, am I?>> 花旗小和尚 American Shaolin (1992) Movie Script
- Drew holds out his hand for the tape, and Kwan slaps it into his hand. Drew smiles a defeated smile and turns toward the VCR, when Drew's stepfather, BOB, walks in. He is a big, overweight man, and he is very angry.>> 花旗小和尚 American Shaolin (1992) Movie Script
- “It is so,” Clara said. “You’re more beautiful and less bossy. When I told Gus I was marrying Bob, all those years ago, he looked relieved. He tried to act disappointed, but he was relieved. I’ve never forgot it. And he had proposed to me thirty times at least. But he saw it would be a struggle if he won me, and he didn’t want it.” Clara was silent for a moment, looking into the other woman’s eyes.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- It amused her that he was so jealous of Dish, who, though friendly, companionable and an excellent hand, was not interested in her at all. His love for Lorena leaped out of every look he cast in her direction, although not one of them penetrated Lorena’s iron grief. Clara herself didn’t try to touch or change Lorena’s grief—it was like Martin’s fever: either it would kill her or it wouldn’t. Clara would not have been surprised by a gunshot if it had come from Lorena’s room. She knew the girl felt what she had felt when her boys died: unrelievable grief. In those times, the well-meaning efforts of Bob or the neighbors to cheer her up had merely affronted her. She hadn’t wanted to live, particularly not cheerfully. Kindly people told her that the living must live. I don’t, if my boys can’t, she wanted to say to them. Yet the kindly people were right; she came slowly back to enjoyment and one day would even find herself making a cake again and eating it with relish.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- Now there was July Johnson, a man whose love was nearly mute. Not only was he inept where feelings were concerned, he was also a dolt with horses. Loving horses as she did, Clara was hard put to know why she could even consider settling in with a man who was no better with them than Bob had been. Of course, the settling-in process was hardly complete, and Clara was in no hurry that it should be. Closer relations would probably only increase her impatience with him.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “Do you want me to carry him out?” July asked, hoping to feel useful. “He could sleep in a wagon just as well.” “Let him lie,” Clara said, thinking it had been an odd day. “I doubt it’s the first time he’s slept on a floor, and anyway he isn’t your lookout.” She knew July was in love with her and was irritated that he was so awkward about it. He was as innocent as Bob, but she didn’t feel moved to patience, in July’s case. She would save her patience for his son, who slept at her breast, whimpering now and then. Soon she got up with the baby and went to her room, leaving July sitting silently in a chair while the drunken minister snored on the floor.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- July and Cholo carried out the mattress Bob had died on—it needed a good airing. Betsey cried a long time that night and Lorena went up to be with her. It was better than listening to a minister go on about prophecy.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇