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-Skeets: Andy would never do that. Never. ²»£¬Andy²»»áÄÇÑù×öµÄ£¬ÓÀÔ¶²»»á¡£
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-Red: I've had some long nights in stir. Alone in the dark with nothing but your thoughts, time can draw out like a blade.
stir: ÈÅÂÒ nothing but: Ö»ÓÐ thought: ˼Ïë draw out: °Î³ö blade: µ¶Æ¬ ÄÇÊǸöշתÄÑÃߵij¤Ò¹£¬¹Â¶ÀµÄºÚ°µÖÐÖ»ÓÐ˼Ï룬ʱ¼äÏñ°Ñ¿ìµ¶¡£ That was the longest night of my life. ÄÇÊÇÎÒÒ»ÉúÖÐ×îÂþ³¤µÄÒ¹Íí¡£
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Damn it, you're putting me behind! I got a schedule to keep.
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You'd better be sick or dead in there. I shit you not! You hear me? Oh, my Holy God. holy: ÉñÊ¥µÄ
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Dufresne. He was in his cell at lights out. Reasonable he'd be here in the morning. reasonable: ºÏÀíµÄ ¡°Dufresne¡±£¬ËûϨµÆµÄʱºò£¬»¹ÔÚÇôÊÒÀïµÄ¡£Òò´Ë½ñÔçËûÒ²Ó¦¸ÃÔÚ¡£ I want him found. Not tomorrow, not after breakfast. Now! ÎÒÒªÕÒµ½Ëû£¬²»ÊÇÃ÷Ì죬²»ÊÇÔç·¹ºó£¬ÊÇÏÖÔÚ£¡ -Haig: Yes, sir. Let's go. Move your butts.
butt: ¡´¿ÚÓƨ¹É¡¾Òƶ¯ÄãµÄƨ¹É£¬¿ÉÀí½âΪ¡°×ß¡±¡¿ Êǵģ¬³¤¹Ù¡£¿ì×ß¡£ -Hadley: Stand.
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miracle: Ææ¼£ vanish: Ïûʧ fart: ¡´ÙµÓƨ windowsill: ´°Ì¨
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This is a conspiracy. That's what this is. One big, damn conspiracy! conspiracy: 񛀱
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-Red: ¡°In 1966, Andy Dufresne escaped from Shawshank Prison.¡± ¡°ÔÚ1966Ä꣬Andy Dufresne´ÓФÉê¿Ë¼àÓüÌÓÁ˳öÈ¥¡£¡±
¡°All they found was a muddy set of prison clothes, a bar of soap, muddy: °¹ÔàµÄ soap: ·ÊÔí
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and an old rock hammer damn near worn down to the nub.¡± hammer: ÀÆÍ· wear down: £¨Ê¹£©Ä¥Ëð nub: С¿é ºÍÒ»¸öºÜ¾ÉµÄÊÖé³£¬¼¸ºõ¿ì±»Ï÷³ÉһС¿é¡£¡°
¡°I had thought it'd take a man 600 years to tunnel through the wall with it.¡± tunnel: ÍÚËíµÀ
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¡°Old Andy did it in less than 20. Oh, Andy loved geology.¡± geology: µØÖÊѧ
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¡°An ice age here million years of mountain building there.¡±
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¡°Seems Andy's favorite hobby was toting his wall out into the exercise yard, a handful at a time.¡± tote: °áÔË at a time: ÿ´Î£¬Ò»´Î
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-Red: ¡°Andy did like he was told. Buffed those shoes to a high mirror-shine. ¡° buff: ²ÁÁÁ
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