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什么是快乐 What Is Happiness -- :3: 来源: Manypeople ask what happiness is. I don’t know why there are many people askingthis question, because I think happiness is simple. As me, I feel happywhen I do a good job in my study. Teachers praise me and my parents are happy.Or, when I help others I feel happy. I am proud of myself. Besides, playingwith my classmates or friends is happy, too. We always have a great timetogether. From above, they are all happiness.很多人问什么是快乐,我不知道为什么会有这么多人问这个问题,因为我觉得快乐是件很简单的事情就我来说,当我学习取得好成绩时,我感到很快乐,老师表扬我,爸爸妈妈也为我高兴或者,当我帮助其他人时,我很快乐我为自己感到自豪此外,和同学、朋友们一起玩耍,我也感到很快乐,我们在一起总有很快乐的时光上面所说的,都是快乐《甜心先生经典台词 -- 3::18 来源:kekenet Jerry- That’s GREat, I’m very happy. 太好了, 我真高兴 Rod- Are you listening, that''s what I''m gonna do you. God bless you Jerry. But this is what you''re gonna do me. 你在听吗?这是我要为你做的愿神保佑你但你要为我做件事 Jerry- What can I do you? Just tell me. What can I do you? 我能为你做什么,你尽管说有什么能效劳的? Rod- It''s a very personal, very important thing. It''s a family motto. Are you y Jerry? 这是非常私人的,非常重要的,是我们家的座右铭 Jerry- I''m y. 我准备好了 Rod- Just wanna make sure you''re y. Here it is, show me the money. 只是想确认一下你是不是准备好了. 就是, 让我赚大钱 Show … Me… the… Money… 让我赚大钱 Rod- Doesn''t it make you feel good just to say that? Say it with me one time. 你感觉是不是很好呢?跟我说一次 Jerry- Show you the money. 让你赚大钱 Rod- Oh no no you can do better than that. Say it with meaning, brother. I got Bob Sugar on the other line. I better hear you say it. 噢,不,不你可以说得再动听一点带点感情的说Bob Sugar 在另一条电话线上等着, 你最好能让我听到你说. Jerry- Show you the money. 让你赚大钱 Rod- No, not show “you.” Show “me” the money. 不, 不是让你, 是让我赚大钱 Jerry- Show me the money. 让我赚大钱 Rod- Yeah! Louder! 是的, 大声一点! Rod- That''s it brother, but you got to yell that shit! 是的兄弟, 但你要喊出来 Jerry- Show me the money! 让我赚大钱! Rod- I need to feel you Jerry! 再加点感觉Jerry! Jerry- Show me the money! 让我赚大钱! Rod- Jerry, you better yell. Jerry, 你要喊出来 Jerry- Show me the money! 让我赚大钱! Rod- Do you love this black man? 你爱这个黑人吗? Jerry- I love this black man! Show me the money! 你爱这个黑人! 让我赚大钱! Rod- I love black people. 我爱黑人! Jerry- I love black people! 我爱黑人! Rod- What you gonna do Jerry? 那你要做什么呢Jerry? Jerry- Show me the money! 让我赚大钱! Rod- Congratulations, you’re still my agent. 祝贺你, 你仍然是我的经纪人 甜心 经典台词口语对话:接受邀请-- :6:3 Accepting an Invitation 接受邀请You must have had the experience of giving and receiving invitations. Do you remember the last invitation from a friend? How did you settle the visit with your friend?一般说来,你确定接受某个邀请之后,需要跟邀请人确认date,time和place三项,并且表达你的pleasure or gratitude在上面的flash对话中,Liu接受了去Chris家里做客的邀请下面展示了Liu和Chris之间两个版本的对话比较一下这两个对话有何不同版本一:CHRIS: Hi, Liu! How's it going?LIU: Fine, thanks. You?CHRIS: Can't complain. Listen Liu, I wonder if you would like to come round and have a meal sometime?LIU: Yeah, thanks a lot, that would be great!CHRIS: What about Saturday evening?LIU: Sure, Saturday evening would be fine. What time?CHRIS: Let's make it around six. That okay?LIU: Great!CHRIS: You know where I live, don't you?LIU: Yeah. No problem. Thanks very much. I really look ward to that.版本二:Chris: Hi, Liu! How are you?Liu: Fine, thanks. You?Chris: Not bad. Listen Liu, I wonder if you would like to come to my home and have a meal sometime?Liu: Yeah, thanks a lot, that would be great!Chris: Would Saturday evening be fine you?Liu: Sure, Saturday evening would be fine. What time shall we meet then?Chris: Let's meet at about six o'clock. Is that okay?Liu: Great!Chris: You know where I live, don't you?Liu: Yeah. No problem. Thanks very much. I really look ward to that.看出不同了吗?版本一适用于相熟的朋友之间,而版本二则适用于正式场合除此之外,我们还应该了解西方做客的一个小礼仪:如果你和主人约好一个时间见面,那么你最好准时或者推迟5-7分钟到达It is polite in the West to arrive at the time specified or within five or seven minutes after that time. 不要提前到达哦主人们正在抓紧最后的时间准备一切,所以给他们多一些准备时间吧由此可见,上面对话中when Chris says "Let's make it around six", he actually means "not bee six"邀请典型例句:I wonder if you would like to come around and have a meal sometime? 不知可否请您来家里吃顿便饭? What about Saturday evening? 星期六怎么样? Let's make it around six. 咱们约在六点左右吧家规 Family Rules -- ::53 来源: In order to helpme grow healthily, my parents make some family rules. First, we must honest toothers. Honesty is the basic character of a person. Second, we should take ourresponsibilities. My duty is study now, so I must work hard it. Third, weshould be thankful to the life. It will help us to love ourselves and others. Myparents always tell me to remember these rules. And I will remember themalways.为了使我健康成长,我父母制定了一些家规首先,我们必须诚实相待诚实是一个人最基本的性格其次,我们应该承担我们的责任我现在的责任就是学习,所以我必须为之努力再次,我们应该感激生活它能够使我们爱自己爱他人我父母经常告诉我要牢记这些规则我会一直记住它们我自己(My self) -- :01:01 来源: 我自己(My self)hello! my chinese name is jin jia nuo and english name is jim.i'm a happy girl. i'm years old. march 18th is my birthday.our school is very nice.i'm in class 3 ,grade .i'm go to school on foot. i have many teachers. i love them.i have many habbies.i like swimming,ing and listening to music.my favourite food is rice, my favourite fruit is apple and my favourite colour is blue. the dog is my favourite animal.why? because dog are very lovely!this is me! a happy and lovely girl!

糟糕的一天(A Bad Day) -- :57:6 来源: 糟糕的一天(A Bad Day)  The time i woke up this morning was aly 7 o'clock. I immediately wased my face and rushed to the school without taking my breakfast.  The time I reached school, I realized that I did not bring my homework. At that moment, I felt very anxious and be ced to go back home. Just at the time I walked back home, I saw a big black dog and it made me felt very fear.  Hence, I ran it. But, after that, I fell down and I hurted my knee. Finally, I was sent to the hospital.  今天早上,我醒来的时候已经是7:00我匆匆忙忙地洗了脸,没吃早餐就冲向学校  到了学校门口发现没带功课,我十分着急,只好又往回走,回家的路上,我看见一条黑色的大,我十分害怕.  于是跑起来,然后我跌到了,我的膝盖受伤了,最后我去了医院

:死亡诗社 Dead Poets Society -- :00: 来源: :死亡诗社 Dead Poets SocietyDead Poets Society scriptNow remember, keep your shoulders back. Okay. Put your arm around your brother. That's it. That's it, right there. Okay, one more. Now, just to review. You're going to follow along with the procession... until you get to the headmaster. At that point, he will indicate to you to light the candles of the boys. All right, boys, let's settle down. Banners up! Ladies and gentlemen, boys, the light of knowledge. One hundred years ago, in 1859... 1 boys sat in this room... and were asked the same question... that now greets you at the start of each semester. Gentlemen, what are the four pillars? Tradition, honor... discipline, excellence. ln her first year... Welton Academy graduated five students. Last year, we graduated 51... and more than 75% of those... went on to the lvy League. This, this kind of accomplishment... is the result... of fervent dedication to the principles taught here. This is why you parents have been sending us your sons. This is why we are the best preparatory school in the ed States. As you know... our beloved Mr. Portius of the English Department retired last term. You will have the opporty later to meet his replacement Mr. John Keating... himself an honors graduate of this school. And who, the past several years... has been teaching at the highly regarded Chester School in London. - Richard, you got your bag. - Hi, Johnny. Hey, how you doin'? Glad you could come by. -Thrilling ceremony as usual, Dr. Nolan. -You've been away too long. - Hello, Dr. Nolan. - Good to have you. - This is our youngest, Todd. Mr. Anderson, you have some big shoes to fill, young man. - Your brother was one of our finest. - Thank you. - Lovely ceremony. - Thank you. l'm so glad you liked it. - Gale. - Tom. - Good to see you again. - Hello, Mr. Nolan. - Neil, we expect great things from you this year. - Thank you, sir. - Well, he won't disappoint us. Right, Neil? - l'll do my best, sir. - Come on, son. - Chin up. - Okay. - Chin up. - No tears now. - l don't want to go here. - Honey, l love you. - l'll walk you over. - There, there. Do your lessons. Hey. l hear we're gonna be roommates. - l'm Neil Perry. - l'm Todd Anderson. - Why'd you leave Balincrest? - My brother went here. Oh, so you're that Anderson! This is his sinuses. And, oh, if he, if he can't, uh, swallow, you give him one of these. - And if he has trouble breathing, you give him-- - All right, fine. And, oh, did you remember your vaporizer? And the vapor-- - Hey, how's it going, Neil? - Come down here. - Neil? Study group tonight? - Yeah, sure. Business as usual, huh? Hey, l heard you got the new kid. Looks like a stiff! Oops. Listen. Don't mind Cameron. He's, uh, born with his foot in his mouth. Know what l mean? Rumor has it, you did summer school. Yep. Chemistry. My father thought l should get ahead. - How was your summer, Slick? - Keen. - Meeks, door, closed. - Yes, sir! Gentlemen, what are the four pillars? Travesty, horror, decadence, excrement. Okay, study group. Meeks aced Latin. l didn't quite flunk English. So, if you want, we got our study group. Sure. Cameron asked me too. Anyone mind including him? What's his specialty? Bootlicking? - Um, he's your roommate. - That's not my fault! Uh, l'm sorry. My name is Stephen Meeks. - Oh, this is Todd Anderson. - Nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you. Charlie Dalton. Knox Overstreet. Todd's brother was Jeffrey Anderson. - Oh, yeah, sure! - Ooh, wow. - Valedictorian, National Merit Scholar. - Oh, well! Welcome to Hell-ton! lt's every bit as tough as they say unless you're a genius like Meeks. He flatters me. That's why l help him with Latin. And English, and trig. lt's open. Father, l thought you'd gone. - Mr. Perry, sir. - Keep your seats, fellas. Keep your seats. Neil, l've just spoken to Mr. Nolan. l think that you're taking too many extracurricular activities this semester. And l've decided that you should drop school annual. -But l'm the assistant editor this year. -Well, l'm, l'm sorry, Neil. - But, Father, l can't. lt wouldn't be fair. - Fellas? Would you excuse us a moment? - Don't you ever dispute me in public! Do you understand? - Father, l wasn't disputing you-- After you've finished medical school and you're on your own, then you can do as you damn well please. But until then, you do as l tell you. ls that clear? Yes, sir. l'm sorry. You know how much this means to your mother, don't you? Yes, sir. You know me. l'm always taking on too much. Well, that's my boy. Now, listen. You need anything, you let us know, huh? Yes, sir. Why doesn't he let you do what you want? Yeah, Neil, tell him off. lt couldn't get any worse. Oh, that's rich! Like you guys tell your parents off, Mr. Future Lawyer and Mr. Future Banker? Okay, so l don't like it any more than you do. Well, just don't tell me how to talk to my father. You guys are the same way. All right, all right. Jesus. So what are you gonna do then? What l have to do. Drop the annual. Well, l wouldn't lose too much sleep over it. lt's just a bunch of jerks trying to impress Nolan. l don't care. l don't give a damn about any of it. Well, uh, Latin, 8:00 in my room? - Yes. - l guess so. - Todd, you're welcome to join us. - Yeah, come along, pal. Thanks. Slow down, boys! Slow down, you horrible phalanx of pubescence! Pick three laboratory experiments from the project list... and report on them every five weeks. The first questions at the end of chapter one are due tomorrow. - Agricolam. - Agricolam. - Agricola. - Agricola. - Agricolae. - Agricolae. - Agricolarum. - Agricolarum. - Agricolis. - Agricolis. - Agricolas. - Agricolas. - Agricolis. - Agricolis. - Again, please. Agricola. - Agricola. Your study of trigonometry... requires absolute precision. Anyone failing to turn in any homework assignment... will be penalized one point off their final grade. Let me urge you now not to test me on this point. Hey, Spaz! Spaz! Brain damage! Well, come on! - Let's go. - Let's go, guys. O Captain! My captain! Who knows where that comes from? Anybody. Not a clue? lt's from a poem by Walt Whitman about Mr. Abraham Lincoln. Now, in this class, you can either call me Mr. Keating... or if you're slightly more daring O Captain, my Captain. Now let me dispel a few rumors, so they don't fester into facts. Yes, l, too, attended Hell-ton and have survived. And, no, at that time l was not the mental giant you see bee you. l was the intellectual equivalent of a 98-pound weakling. l would go to the beach, and people would kick copies of Byron in my face. Now... Mr. Pitts. That's a rather untunate name. Mr. Pitts, where are you? Mr. Pitts, will you open your hymnal to page 5? Read the first stanza of the poem you find there. - To The Virgins to Make Much of Time? - Yes. That's the one. Somewhat appropriate, isn't it? Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, old time is still a-flying... and this same flower that smiles today, tomorrow will be dying.'' Thank you, Mr. Pitts. Gather ye rosebuds while ye may. The Latin term that sentiment is carpe diem. Now who knows what that means? Carpe diem. That's seize the day. - Very good, Mr.-- - Meeks. Meeks. Another unusual name. Seize the day. Gather ye rosebuds while ye may. - Why does the writer use these lines? - Because he's in a hurry. No! Ding! Thank you playing anyway. Because we are food worms, lads. Because, believe it or not, each and every one of us in this room... is one day going to stop breathing... turn cold, and die. l would like you to step ward over here... and peruse some of the faces from the past. You've walked past them many times, but l don't think you've really looked at them. They're not that different from you, are they? Same haircuts... full of hormones just like you. lnvincible just like you feel. The world is their oyster. They believe they're destined great things just like many of you. Their eyes are full of hope just like you. Did they wait until it was too late to make from their lives... even one iota of what they were capable? Because you see, gentlemen, these boys are now fertilizing daffodils. But if you listen real close... you can hear them whisper their legacy to you. Go on, lean in. Listen. Do you hear it? Carpe. Hear it? Carpe. Carpe diem. Seize the day, boys. Make your lives extraordinary. - That was weird. - But different. Spooky, if you ask me. Think he'll test us on that stuff? Oh, come on, Cameron, don't you get anything? What? What? Let's go, boys. Hustle up in here. That means you, Dalton. All right, who's up our trig study group tonight, guys? - Sure. - Me. - Me, me, me. Well, l can't make it, guys. l have to have dinner at the Danburrys' house tonight. - Ooh, not the Danburrys. - Who are the Danburrys? Big alums! How'd you swing that? Friends of my dad's. They're probably in their 90s or something. - Hey. - Sounds great, doesn't it? - Anything's better than Hell-ton hash. - Knox. - l'll second that. - Yeah, well, we'll see. Hey! Want to come to the study group tonight? Wha-- Uh, no. No. l've, l-l've got some history l want to do. Suit yourself. Ready, Overstreet? Ready to go, sir. - Chet, can you get that? - l can't, Mom. - l'll get it. Can l help you? Hi. K-Knox Overstreet. Uh, Dr. Hager. Hi. - This is the Danburrys', right? - Are, are you here to see Chet? - Mrs. Danburry? - No. l'm sorry. Thank you, Chris. l'm Mrs. Danburry. - You must be Knox. - Yes. Back by 9:00? Please, come on in. - Chris, come on. What are you doing? - Chet, l'm coming. - Knox! How are you? Joe Danburry. - Nice to meet you, sir. Well, he's the splitting image of his father, isn't he? - How is he? Come on in. - He's great. He just did a big case G.M. Yeah, l know where you're headed. Like father, like son, huh? - Ooh, is that close! - Yes! - Bishop to queen six. - Another game? - What do you mean? - Boo! Replace, uh, these numbers here with X-- X and Y. - Of course. - Of course. So what's the problem? Do you think l can get in there? You've been hogging it all day. Look, l didn't take my hand off of it, okay? - How was dinner? - Huh? How was dinner? Terrible. - Awful. - What? What happened? Tonight... l met the most beautiful girl l have ever seen in my entire life. - Are you crazy? What's wrong with that? - She's practically engaged. To Chet Danburry. - The guy could eat a football. - Too bad. Too bad? lt's worse than too bad, Pitts. lt's a tragedy. A girl this beautiful in love with such a jerk? All the good ones go jerks. You know that. Yeah, get her. Open your trig book and try and figure out problem five. l can't just get her, Cameron. And l certainly can't think about trig! We got it! All right, gentlemen, five minutes. Let's go. - Did you see her naked? - Very funny, Dalton. That wouldn't be a, uh, radio in your lap, would it, Mr. Pitts? No, sir. A science experiment. Radar. Gentlemen, open your texts to page 1 of the introduction. Mr. Perry, will you the opening paragraph of the preface... entitled Understanding Poetry? Understanding Poetry by Dr. J. Evans Pritchard, Ph.D. To fully understand poetry, we must first be fluent... with its meter, rhyme and figures of speech. Then ask two questions: One, how artfully has the objective of the poem been rendered? And two, how important is that objective? Question one rates the poem's perfection. Question two rates its importance. And once these questions have been answered... determining the poem's greatness becomes a relatively simple matter. lf the poem's score perfection is plotted on the horizontal of a graph... and its importance is plotted on the vertical... then calculating the total area of the poem... yields the measure of its greatness. A sonnet by Byron might score high... on the vertical, but only average on the horizontal. A Shakespearean sonnet on the, on the other hand would... score high both horizontally and vertically... yielding a massive total area... thereby revealing the poem to be truly great. As you proceed through the poetry in this book, practice this rating method. As your ability to evaluate poems in this manner grows... so will, so will your enjoyment and understanding of poetry.'' Excrement. That's what l think of Mr. J. Evans Pritchard. We're not laying pipe. We're talking about poetry. How can you describe poetry like American Bandstand? Oh, l like Byron. l give him a , but l can't dance to it. Now, l want you to rip out that page. Go on. Rip out the entire page. You heard me. Rip it out. Rip it out! Go on. Rip it out! Thank you, Mr. Dalton. Gentlemen, tell you what. Don't just tear out that page, tear out the entire introduction. l want it gone. History. Leave nothing of it. Rip it out! Rip! Be gone, J. Evans Pritchard, Ph.D. Rip. Shred. Tear. Rip it out! l want to hear nothing but ripping of Mr. Pritchard. We'll perate it, put it on a roll. lt's not the Bible. You're not gonna go to hell this. Go on. Make a clean tear. l want nothing left of it. - We shouldn't be doing this. - Rip! Rip! Rip! Rip it out! Rip! Rip it out! What the hell is going on here? - l don't hear enough rips! - Mr. Keating. Mr. McAllister. l'm sorry. l, l didn't know you were here. l am. Ah. So you are. Excuse me. Keep ripping, gentlemen! This is a battle, a war. And the casualties could be your hearts and souls. Thank you, Mr. Dalton. Armies of academics going ward measuring poetry. No! We'll not have that here. No more Mr. J. Evans Pritchard. Now, my class, you will learn to think yourselves again. You will learn to savor words and language. No matter what anybody tells you... words and ideas can change the world. Now l see that look in Mr. Pitts' eye, like 19th century literature... has nothing to do with going to business school or medical school. Right? Maybe. Mr. Hopkins, you may agree with him, thinking... Yes, we should simply study our Mr. Pritchard and learn our rhyme and meter... and go quietly about the business of achieving other ambitions.'' l've a little secret you. Huddle up. Huddle up! We don't and write poetry because it's cute. We and write poetry because we are members of the human race... and the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering... these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty... romance, love... these are what we stay alive . To e from Whitman... O me, O life of the questions of these recurring... of the endless trains of the faithless... of cities filled with the foolish. What good amid these O me, O life?'' Answer: that you are here. That life exists, and identity. That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play goes on... and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be? what we are about to receive... may the Lord make us truly grateful. Amen. -Quite an interesting class you gave today, Mr. Keating. -Sorry if l shocked you, Mr. McAllister. Oh, there's no need to apologize. lt was very fascinating, misguided though it was. You think so? You take a big risk by encouraging them to become artists, John. When they realize that they're not Rembrandts, Shakespeares or Mozarts, they'll hate you it. We're not talking artists, George, we're talking freethinkers. Freethinkers at ? Funny. l never pegged you as a cynic. Not a cynic. A realist. Show me the heart unfettered by foolish dreams... and l'll show you a happy man. But only in their dreams can men be truly free. 'Twas always thus, and always thus will be. Tennyson? No. Keating. Hey, l found his senior annual in the library. Listen to this. Captain of the soccer team, editor of the school annual, Cambridge bound... thigh man, and the Dead Poets Society. Man most likely to do anything. Thigh man! Mr. K was a hell-raiser. - What's the Dead Poets Society? - l don't know. - ls there a picture in the annual? - No. - Nothing. No other mention of it. That boy there, see me after lunch. Mr. Keating? Mr. Keating! - Sir? - Say something. O Captain, my Captain? Gentlemen. We were just looking in your old annual. Oh, my God. No, that's not me. Stanley The Tool Wilson. - God. - What was the Dead Poets Society? l doubt the present administration would look too favorably upon that. Why? What was it? Gentlemen, can you keep a secret? Sure, yeah. The Dead Poets were dedicated to sucking the marrow out of life. That's a phrase from Thoreau we would invoke at the beginning of every meeting. You see, we would gather at the old lndian cave... and take turns ing from Thoreau, Whitman, Shelley. The biggies! Even some of our own verse. And in the enchantment of the moment, we'd let poetry work its magic. You mean, it was a bunch of guys sitting around ing poetry? No, Mr. Overstreet, it wasn't just guys. We weren't a Greek organization. We were Romantics. We didn't just poetry, we let it drip from our tongues like honey. Spirits soared, women swooned... and gods were created, gentlemen. Not a bad way to spend an evening, eh? Thank you, Mr. Perry, this stroll down Amnesia Lane. Burn that, especially my picture. Dead Poets Society. What? - l say we go tonight. - Tonight? - Now wait a minute. Everybody in? - Where's this cave he's talking about? - lt's beyond the stream. l know where it is. That's miles! - Sounds boring to me. - Don't come. - Do you know how many demerits we're talking, Dalton? - So don't come. Please. Look, all l'm saying is that we have to be careful. - We can't get caught. - No shit, Sherlock. You boys there, hurry up! All right. Who's in? - Oh, come on, Neil, Hager's the-- - get Hager! No. Who's in? l'm in. - l'm warning you! Move! - Me, too. - l don't know, Neil. - What? Pitts! - Pittsie, come on! - His grades are hurting, Charlie. - You can help him, Meeks. - What is this? A midnight study group? get it, Pitts, you're coming. Meeks, your grades hurting, too? - l'll try anything once. - Except sex. l'm in as long as we're careful. - What about you, Knox? - l don't know, Charlie. Come on, Knox, it'll help you get Chris. Yeah? How? Women swoon! But why do they swoon? Charlie, tell me why they swoon. Charlie! You're not listening. Any questions? Look, you follow the stream to the waterfall. lt's right there. lt's gotta be like that-- l don't know. lt's starting to sound dangerous. - Oh. Why don't you just stay home? - Hey, you're crazy. God's sake, stop chattering and sit down! - Todd, are you coming tonight? - No. Why not? God, you were there. You heard Keating. Don't you want to do something about-- Y-Yes. But-- But, but what? Keating said that everybody took turns ing and... l don't want to do that. Gosh. You really have a problem with that, don't you? N-No, l, l don't have a problem. Neil, l just-- l don't want to do it, okay? All right. What if you didn't have to ? What if you just came and listened? - T-That's not how it works. - get how it works! What if-- What if they said it was okay? What? What, are you gonna go up and ask 'em if-- - No, no. - l'll be right back. Neil? Neil? Oh, shut up, will you? lt's my stuff my asthma, okay? Could you give that back, please? - Could you give that back? - What's the matter? Don't you like snakes? - You're in. - Get away from me, okay? Spaz, why don't you check your pockets? - Come on, Spaz, l have to brush my teeth. - Hurry up. Get off. Cut out that racket in there. - Come on. Let's get out. - Go! Go! l'm a dead poet! - Charlie. - Guys, over here! You're funny. You're real funny. lt's too wet. God, you trying to smoke us out of here? No, no, the smoke's going right up this opening. You okay? Oh, God. Clods. - All right, all right, get the fire. - get it, get it. - Let's go, gentlemen. - Can't light a swamp. l hereby reconvene the Dead Poets Society. Welton Chapter. The, uh, meetings will be conducted by myself and the other new initiates now present. Uh, Todd Anderson, because he prefers not to , will keep the minutes of the meetings. l'll now the traditional opening message... by society member Henry David Thoreau. l went to the woods because l wanted to live deliberately. l wanted to live deep, and suck out all the marrow of life.'' l'll second that. To put to rout all that was not life... and not, when l had come to die, discover that l had not lived.'' And, uh, Keating's marked a bunch of other pages. All right, intermission. Dig deep. Right here, right here, lay it down. On the mud? We're gonna put our food on the mud? Meeks, put your coat down. Picnic blanket. - Yes, sir! - Excuse me. - Use Meeks' coat. Don't keep anything back, either. You guys are always bumming my smokes. - Raisins? - Yeah. Wait a minute. Who gave us half a roll? - l'm eating the other half. - Come on! What? You want me to put it back? lt was a dark and rainy night. And this old lady, who had a passion jigsaw puzzles... sat by herself in her house at her table to complete the new jigsaw puzzle. As she pieced the puzzle together... she realized to her astonishment... that the image that was med was her very own room... and the figure in the center of the puzzle as she completed it was herself. And with trembling hands, she placed the last four pieces... and stared in horror at the face of a demented madman at the window. The last thing that this old lady ever heard was the sound of breaking glass. - No shit. - Yes. This is true. This is true. l've got one that's even better than that. l do. There's a young married couple and they're driving through the est at night from a long trip. And they run out of gas, and there's a madman on the loose. - Oh, that thing with the hand? - This is the madman on the roof? - l love that story. - l told you that one. - You did not. l got that in, uh, camp in sixth grade. - Yeah. Were you six last year? ln a mean abode in the Shankill Road lived a man named William Bloat. Now he had a wife, the plague of his life... who continually got his goat. And one day at dawn with her night shift on... he slit her bloody throat.'' - Oh, and it gets worse. - Do you wanna hear a real poem? - Want this? - All right? No, l don't need it. You take it. - What, did you bring one? - You memorized a poem? l didn't memorize a poem. Move up. - An original piece by Charlie Dalton. - An original piece. - Take center stage. - You know this is history. Right? This is history. - Oh, wow. - Where did you get that? - Where did you get that? - Whoa. Teach me to love? Go teach thyself more wit. l, chief professor, am of it. The god of love, if such a thing there be... may learn to love from me.'' Wow! Did you write that? Abraham Cowley. Okay, who's next? Alfred Lord Tennyson. Come, my friends. 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world. my purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset. And though we are not now that strength which in old days... moved earth and heaven... that which we are, we are. One equal temper of heroic hearts... made weak by time and fate, but strong in will. To strive, to seek, to find... and not to yield.'' Then l had religion. Then l had a vision. l could not turn from their revel in derision. Then l saw the Congo creeping through the black... cutting through the est with a golden track.'' - Then l saw the Congo creeping through the black... - Meeks. Meeks. cutting through the est with a golden track. Then l saw the Congo creeping through the black... cutting through the est with a golden track. Then l saw the Congo creeping through the black... cutting through the est with a golden track. Then l saw the Congo creeping through the black... cutting through the est with a golden track. Then l saw the Congo creeping through the black... cutting through the est with a golden track. Then l saw the Congo creeping through the black... cutting through the est with a golden track. Then l saw the Congo creeping through the black... cutting through the est with a golden track. Then l saw the Congo creeping through the black... cutting through the est with a golden track. Then l saw the Congo creeping through the black-- A man is not very tired. He is exhausted! And don't use, very sad. Use-- Come on, Mr. Overstreet, you twerp. - Morose? - Exactly! Morose. Now, language was developed one endeavor, and that is? Mr. Anderson? Come on! Are you a man or an amoeba? Mr. Perry? Uh, to communicate. No! To woo women. Today we're going to be talking about William Shakespeare. Oh, God! l know. A lot of you look ward to this about as much as you look ward to root canal work. We're gonna talk about Shakespeare as someone who writes something very interesting. Now, many of you have seen Shakespeare done very much like this. O Titus, bring your friend hither. But if any of you have seen Mr. Marlon Brando... you know Shakespeare can be different. Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears. You can also imagine, maybe, John Wayne as Macbeth going... Well, is this a dagger l see bee me? Dogs, sir? Oh, not just now. l do enjoy a good dog once in a while, sir. You can have yourself a three-course meal from one dog. Start with your canine crudites... go to your Fido flambe main course... and dessert, a Pekingese parfait. And you can pick your teeth with a little paw.'' Why do l stand up here? Anybody? - To feel taller. - No! Thank you playing, Mr. Dalton. l stand upon my desk to remind myself... that we must constantly look at things in a different way. You see, the world looks very different from up here. You don't believe me? Come see yourselves. Come on. Come on! Just when you think you know something, you have to look at it in another way. Even though it may seem silly or wrong, you must try! Now, when you , don't just consider what the author thinks... consider what you think. Boys, you must strive to find your own voice. Because the longer you wait to begin, the less likely you are to find it at all. Thoreau said, Most men lead lives of quiet desperation. Don't be resigned to that. Break out! Don't just walk off the edge like lemmings. Look around you. There! There you go, Mr. Priske. Thank you! Yes! Dare to strike out and find new ground. Now, in addition to your essays, l would like you to compose a poem of your own, an original work. That's right! You have to deliver it aloud in front of the class on Monday. Bon chance, gentlemen. Mr. Anderson? Don't think that l don't know that this assignment scares the hell out of you, you mole. Take a power train in two! - Three! - Stroke, stroke. - Keep your eyes in the boat! We got it, Pittsie, we got it! Radio Free America! Some people like to rock Some people like to roll But movin' and a-groovin's gonna satisfy my soul Let's have a party Ooh Let's have a party Let's send it to the soul Let's rock and roll Let's have a party tonight l never kissed a bear l never kissed a goose But l can shake a chicken in the middle of the room Let's have a party - l found it! - You found what? What l want to do right now. What's really, really inside of me. - A Midsummer Night's Dream? - This is it. - What is that? - lt's a play, dummy. - l know that. l-- Wh-Wh--What does it have to do with you? Right. They're putting it on at Henley Hall. Open tryouts. Open tryouts! - Yes, so? - So... l'm gonna act. Yes, yes! l'm gonna be an actor! Ever since l can remember, l've wanted to try this. l even tried to go to summer stock auditions last year... but, of course, my father wouldn't let me. the first time in my whole life, l know what l want to do. And, the first time, l'm gonna do it whether my father wants me to or not! Carpe diem! Neil, Neil, hold on a minute. How are you gonna be in a play if your father won't let you? First l gotta get the part. Then l can worry about that. Yeah, but won't he kill you if he finds out you went to an audition and didn't even tell him? No, no, no, no. As far as l'm concerned, he won't have to know about any of this. - Well, that's impossible. - Bullshit! Nothing's impossible. Well, why don't you just call him and ask him? And m-maybe he'll say yes. That's a laugh! lf l don't ask him, at least l won't be disobeying him. - Yeah, but if he said-- - Jesus, Todd! Whose side are you on? l mean, l haven't even gotten the part yet. Can't l even en-enjoy the idea a little while? You're coming to the meeting this afternoon? l don't know. Maybe. Nothing Mr. Keating has to say means shit to you, does it, Todd? - W-What is that supposed to mean? - You're in the club! Being in the club means being stirred up by things. - You look about as stirred up as a cesspool. - S-- You want me out? No! l want you in! But being in means you gotta do something, not just say you're in. Well, listen, Neil, l, l appreciate this concern, but l-l'm not like you. All right? You, you-- You say things and people listen. - Uh, l'm, l'm not like that. - Don't you think you could be? No! l-- l, l don't know, but that's not the point. The, the point is that there's nothing you can do about it, so you can just butt out. l can take care of myself just fine. All right? No. What do you mean no? No. - Give me-- Neil. Neil, give that back. - We are dreaming of a-- Poetry! l'm being chased by Walt Whitman! Okay, okay. What are you guys doing? l'm sure-- You see this chemistry-- Hey, give me-- Neil, give me-- Don't be immature. Come on. l need my-- - Give it to me! Give it to me! - Charlie, help me. Okay, everybody on the bus. Let's go, boys. Come on, let's go. On the bus, boys. Now! Now, devotees may argue that one sport or game is inherently better than another. me, sport is actually a chance us to have other human beings push us to excel. l want you all to come over here and take a slip of paper... and line up single file. Mr. Meeks, time to inherit the earth. Mr. Pitts, rise above your name. l want you to hand these out to the boys, one apiece. You know what to do, Pitts. Oh, to struggle against great odds. To meet enemies undaunted. Sounds to me like you're daunted. Say it again like you're undaunted. Oh, to struggle against great odds. To meet enemies undaunted. Now go on. Yes! Next. To be a sailor of the world, bound all ports. Next. Louder! Oh, l live to be the ruler of life, not a slave. To mount the scaffolds. To advance to the muzzles of guns with perfect nonchalance. Come on, Meeks! Listen to the music. To dance, clap hands... exalt, shout, skip, roll on, float on.'' Yes! Oh, to have life henceth the poem of new joys. Oh! Boo! Come on, Charlie, let it fill your soul! To indeed be a god! Charlie! l got the part! l'm gonna play Puck! l'm gonna play Puck! - What did he say? - Puck? Yes. - That's the main part. - Great, Neil. - Charlie, l got it! - Congratulations. - Good you, Neil. Good you. Okay, okay, okay, okay. Neil, how are you gonna do this? They need a letter of permission from my father and Mr. Nolan. - You're not gonna write it. - Oh, yes, l am. Oh, Neil-- Neil, you're crazy. Okay. l am writing to you... on behalf of... my son... Neil Perry.'' This is great. To Chris. - Who's Chris? - Mmm, Chris. l see a sweetness in her smile. Bright light shines from her eyes. But life is complete, contentment is mine... just knowing that--'' Just knowing that... she's alive.'' - Sorry, Captain. lt's stupid. - No, no, it's not stupid. lt's a good eft. lt touched on one of the major themes: love. A major theme not only in poetry, but life. Mr. Hopkins, you were laughing. You're up. The cat sat on the mat. Congratulations, Mr. Hopkins. Yours is the first poem... to ever have a negative score on the Pritchard scale. We're not laughing at you, we're laughing near you. l don't mind that your poem had a simple theme. Sometimes the most beautiful poetry... can be about simple things, like a cat, or a flower or rain. You see, poetry can come from anything with the stuff of revelation in it. Just don't let your poems be ordinary. Now, who's next? Mr. Anderson, l see you sitting there in agony. Come on, Todd, step up. Let's put you out of your misery. l, l didn't do it. l didn't write a poem. Mr. Anderson thinks that everything inside of him is worthless... and embarrassing. lsn't that right, Todd? lsn't that your worst fear? Well, l think you're wrong. l think you have something inside of you... that is worth a great deal. l sound... my barbaric... yawp... over the rooftops... of the world.'' W.W. Uncle Walt again. Now, those of you who don't know, a yawp is a loud cry or yell. Now, Todd, l would like you to give us a demonstration of a barbaric yawp. Come on. You can't yawp sitting down. Let's go. Come on. Up. You gotta get in yawping stance. - A, a yawp. - No, not just a yawp. A barbaric yawp. - Yawp. - Come on, louder. - Yawp. - No, that's a mouse. Come on. Louder. - Yawp. - Oh, good God, boy, yell like a man! - Yawp! There it is. You see, you have a barbarian in you after all. Now, you don't get away that easy. That picture of Uncle Walt up there. What does he remind you of? Don't think. Answer. Go on. - A m-m-madman. - What kind of madman? - Don't think about it. Just answer again. - A c-crazy madman. No, you can do better than that. Free up your mind. Use your imagination. Say the first thing that pops into your head, even if it's total gibberish. - Go on, go on. - Uh, uh, a sweaty-toothed madman. Good God, boy, there's a poet in you after all. There, close your eyes. Close your eyes. Close 'em. Now, describe what you see. - Uh, l, l close my eyes. - Yes? - Uh, and this image floats beside me. - A sweaty-toothed madman? A sweaty-toothed madman with a stare that pounds my brain. Oh, that's excellent. Now, give him action. Make him do something. - H-His hands reach out and choke me. - That's it. Wonderful. Wonderful. - And, and all the time he's mumbling. - What's he mumbling? M-Mumbling, Truth. Truth, like, like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. get them, get them. Stay with the blanket. Tell me about that blanket. Y-Y-Y-- Y-You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough. You kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying, to the moment we leave dying... it will cover your face as you wail and cry and scream. Don't you get this. Attaboy, Pittsie, inhale deeply. - My dad collects a lot of pipes. - Really? Mine's got 30. Your parents collect pipes? Oh, that's really interesting. Come on, Knox. Join in. - Yeah, Knox, we're from the government. We're here to help, man. - What's wrong? - lt's Chris. - Here's a picture of Chris you. - Smoke that. Put that in your pipe and smoke it. - That's not funny. Knock it off. Smoke your pipes. - Neil! - Friends, scholars, Welton men. - What is that, Neil? - Duh. lt's a lamp, Meeks. - No. This is the god of the cave. - The god of the cave. - Charlie, what are you doing? - What do you say we start this meeting? - Y-Yeah, just-- l need a light. l just gotta-- - Got any earplugs? Gentlemen, Poetrusic by Charles Dalton. Oh, boy. He's gonna play. Oh, no. Laughing, crying, tumbling, mumbling. Gotta do more. Gotta be more. Chaos screaming, chaos dreaming. Gotta do more. Gotta be more! - Wow! - That was nice. That was great. Where did you learn to play like that? My parents made me take the clarinet years. - l love the clarinet. - l hated it. The saxophone. The saxophone is more sonorous. - Ohh. Sonorous. - Vocabulary words. l can't take it anymore. lf l don't have Chris, l'm gonna kill myself. - Knoxious, you've gotta calm down. - No, Charlie! That's just my problem. l've been calm all my life. - l'm gonna do something about that. - Where are you goin'? - What are you gonna do? - l'm gonna call her. Yes! Hello? She's gonna hate me. The Danburrys will hate me. My parents will kill me. All right, goddamn it. You're right. Carpe diem. Even if it kills me. - Hello? - Hello, Chris? - Yes. - Hi. This is Knox Overstreet. - Oh, yes. Knox. Glad you called. - She's glad l called. Listen, Chet's parents are going out of town this weekend so he's having a party. - Would you like to come? - Would l like to come to a party? - Yes. Say yes. - Friday? Um-- - Well, sure. - About 7:00? - Okay, great. l-l'll be there, Chris. - Okay. - Friday night at the Danburrys'. - O-Okay. Thank you. - Okay. Bye. - Thank you. l'll see you. Bye. Yawp! Can you believe it? She was gonna call me. She invited me to a party with her. - At Chet Danburry's house. - Yeah. - Well? - So? So, you don't really think she means you're going with her? Well, of course not, Charlie. But that's not the point. - That's not the point at all. - What is the point? The point, Charlie... is, uh-- - Yeah? - That she was thinking about me. l've only met her once, and aly she's thinkin' about me. Damn it, it-- lt's gonna happen, guys. l feel it. She is going to be mine. Carpe. Carpe! No grades at stake, gentlemen. Just take a stroll. There it is. - l don't know but l've been told - l don't know but l've been told - Doin' poetry is old - Doin' poetry is old Left, left, left-right-left. Left, left, left-right-left. Left, halt! Thank you, gentlemen. lf you noticed, everyone started off with their own stride, their own pace. Mr. Pitts, taking his time. He knew he'll get there one day. Mr. Cameron. You could see him thinking, ls this right? lt might be right. lt might be right. l know that-- Maybe not. l don't know.'' Mr. Overstreet, driven by a deeper ce. Yes. We know that. All right. Now, l didn't bring them up here to ridicule them. l brought them up here to illustrate the point of conmity: the difficulty in maintaining your own beliefs in the face of others. Now, those of you-- l see the look in your eyes like l would've walked differently. Well, ask yourselves why you were clapping. Now, we all have a great need acceptance. But you must trust that your beliefs are unique, your own... even though others may think them odd or unpopular. Even though the herd may go, That's bad. Robert Frost said, Two roads diverged in a wood... and l, l took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.'' Now, l want you to find your own walk right now. Your own way of striding, pacing. Any direction. Anything you want. Whether it's proud, whether it's silly, anything. Gentlemen, the courtyard is yours. You don't have to perm. Just make it yourself. Mr. Dalton? You be joining us? Exercising the right not to walk. Thank you, Mr. Dalton. You just illustrated the point. Swim against the stream. Todd? - Hey. - Hey. - What's going on? - Nothing. - Today's my birthday. - ls today your birthday? - Happy birthday. - Thanks. - What'd you get? - My parents gave me this. - lsn't this the same desk set-- - Yeah. Yeah. They gave me the same thing as last year. - Oh. - Oh. Maybe they thought you needed another one. Maybe they weren't thinkin' about anything at all. Uh, the funny thing is about this is l, l didn't even like it the first time. Todd, l think you're underestimating the value of this desk set. l mean, who would want a football... or a baseball, or-- - Or a car. - Or a car... if they could have a desk set as wonderful as this one? l mean, if, if l were ever going to buy a, a desk set twice... l would probably buy this one both times. ln fact, its, its shape is... it's rather aerodynamic, isn't it? l can feel it. This desk set wants to fly. Todd? The world's first unmanned flying desk set. Oh, my! Well, l wouldn't worry. You'll get another one next year. To live deep and suck out all the marrow of life. To put to rout all that was not life.'' Oh, my God! - ls this it? - Yeah, this is it. Go ahead, go on in. lt's my cave. - Watch your step. - We're not gonna slip, are we? Uh-oh. Hi. - Hello. - Hello. Hi, you guys. Meet, uh, Gloria and-- - Tina. - Tina. This is the pledge class of the Dead Poets Society. - Hello. How do you do? - Hello. - Hi. Hi. Guys, move. Move! Come on, folks. lt's Friday night. Let's get on with the meeting. - Sorry. Excuse-- Excuse me. - Guys, l have an announcement to make. ln keeping with the spirit of passionate experimentation of the Dead Poets... l'm giving up the name Charles Dalton. - From now on, call me Nuwanda. - Nuwanda? Nuwanda? Okay. Hello? Hello, Chris? l crashed at the jungle while trying to keep a date With my little girl who was, uh, back in the States - l was stranded in the jungle-- - Knox! - Hi. - You made it. Great! Bring anybody? - No. - No. Ginny Danburry's here. Wait. l have to go find Chet. Why don't you go downstairs where everybody is? - Yes, but Chris, l-- - Make yourself at home. - But l-- - Meanwhile, back in the States Baby, baby Let's make romance You know your old-time lover Hasn't got a chance Hi, guys. Hey, you Mutt Sanders' brother? Bubba, this guy look like Mutt Sanders to you or what? You're his brother? No relation. Never heard of him. Sorry, guys. Where's your manners? Mutt Sanders' brother, we don't even offer him a drink. - Here. Go have some whiskey, pal. - Yeah. Whoa. l, uh-- l don't really drink-- - To Mutt. - To Mutt. To Mutt. - Now, how the hell is old Mutt, anyway? - Yeah. What's ol' Mutter been up to, huh? Actually l don't really know Mutt. - To mighty Mutt. - To mighty Mutt. To mighty Mutt. Well, listen, l gotta go find Patsy. - Say hello to Mutt me, okay? - Will do. Yeah. Hell of a guy, your brother Mutt. We gonna have a meeting or what? Yeah. lf you guys don't have a meeting, how do we know if we want to join? Join? Shall l compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate.'' That's so sweet. - l made that up just you. - You did? l'll write one you, too, Gloria. She walks in beauty like the night. She walks in beauty like the night. Of cloudless climes and starry skies. All that's best, dark and bright... meet in her aspect and her eyes.'' That's beautiful. There's plenty more where that came from. God help me. Hey, little girl How's about a date - Carpe diem. - Hey, little girl How's about a date You know l'll come get you early, baby Won't keep you out too late Say, little girl Now how's 'bout a kiss Hey, hey, little girl How's about a kiss - But you don't remember? - Well, if you don't kiss your baby - What? Are you kiddin'? - Chet. Chet! - Look. - What? - lt's Mutt Sanders' brother. - Huh? - Knox, what-- - And he's feeling up your girl! What are you doing? - What the hell are you doing? - Chet! Chet, don't. Now, Chet, l know this looks bad, but you've gotta-- Chet, no! You'll hurt him! No! No! Stop it! - Leave him alone. - Goddamn! - Chet, stop it. - Bastard! - Knox, are you all right? - Chris, get the hell away from him! - Chet, you hurt him! - Good! - l'm sorry. l'm so sorry. - lt's okay. l-lt's okay. Next time l see you, you die. Go ahead, pass it around. Me and Pitts are workin' on a hi-fi system. - lt shouldn't be that hard to, uh, to put together. - Yeah. Yeah. Uh, l might be going to Yale. Uh, ah, but l, l might not. - Don't you guys miss having girls around here? - Yeah. That's part of what this club is about. ln fact, l'd like to announce... l published an in the school paper in the name of the Dead Poets. - What? - Demanding girls be admitted to Welton. - You didn't. - So we can all stop beating off. - How did you do that? - l'm one of the proofers. l slipped the in. - Look, uh, it's, it's over now. - Why? Nobody knows who we are. Well, don't you think they're gonna figure out who wrote it? They're gonna come to you and ask to know what the Dead Poets Society is. Charlie, you had no right to do something like that. lt's Nuwanda, Cameron. That's right. lt's Nuwanda. Are we just playin' around out here, or do we mean what we say? lf all we do is come together and a bunch of poems to each other, what the hell are we doin'? All right, but you still shouldn't have done it, Charlie. This could mean trouble. You don't speak the club. Hey, would you not worry about your precious little neck? lf they catch me, l'll tell them l made it up. Fine. Sit. ln this week of Welton's Honor there appeared a profane... and unauthorized . Rather than spend my valuable time ferreting out the guilty persons... and let me assure you l will find them... l'm asking any and all students who know anything about this ... to make themselves known here and now. Whoever the guilty persons are... this is your only chance to avoid expulsion from this school. Welton Academy. Hello. Yes, he is. Just a moment. Mr. Nolan, it's you. lt's God. He says we should have girls at Welton. Wipe that smirk off your face. lf you think, Mr. Dalton, that you're the first... to try to get thrown out of this school, think again. Others have had similar notions, and have failed... just as surely as you will fail. Assume the position. Count aloud, Mr. Dalton. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. What is this Dead Poets Society? l want names. - You kicked out? - No. So what happened? l'm to turn everybody in, apologize to the school... and all will be given. So, what are you gonna do? Charlie! Damn it, Neil, the name is Nuwanda. Excuse me. May we have a word, Mr. Keating? Certainly. This was my first classroom, John. Did you know that? My first desk. Didn't know you taught, Mr. Nolan. English. Oh, long bee your time. lt was hard giving it up, l can tell you. l'm hearing rumors, John... about some unorthodox teaching methods in your classroom. l'm not saying they've anything to do with the Dalton boy's outburst. But l don't think l have to warn you, boys his age are very impressionable. Well, your reprimand made quite an impression, l'm sure. What was going on in the courtyard the other day? - Courtyard? - Yeah. Boys marching. - Clapping in unison. - Oh, that. That was an exercise to prove a point. Dangers of conmity. Well, John, the curriculum here is set. lt's proven it works. lf you question it, what's to prevent them from doing the same? l always thought the idea of education was to learn to think yourself. At these boys' age, not on your life. Tradition, John. Discipline. Prepare them college and the rest will take care of itself. Creak. He starts walkin' around towards my left. Creak. Creak. Assume the position, Mr. Dalton. lt's all right, gentlemen. - Mr. Keating. - Mr. Dalton. That was a pretty lame stunt you pulled today. You're siding with Mr. Nolan? What about carpe diem and sucking all the marrow out of life and all that? Sucking the marrow out of life doesn't mean choking on the bone. Sure there's a time daring, and there's a time caution. And a wise man understands which is called . - But l thought you'd like that. - No. You being expelled from school is not daring to me. lt's stupid... 'cause you'll miss some golden opporties. - Yeah. Like what? - Like, if nothing else... the opporty to attend my classes. Got it, Ace? Aye, aye, Captain. Keep your head about you. - That goes the lot of you. - Yes, Captain. - Yes, Captain. - Captain. Phone call from God. lf it had been collect, it would've been daring. All right. Go on, play. We're trying to rehearse, okay? Start. A good persuasion, theree hear me-- Wait, please. Excitement. l don't hear any excitement about this play. And take her hand. Bring her down the stage and stop. And bear gent to her. Okay? Try again. - What's dinner? - Spaghetti and meatballs! Save some me. But, room, Fairy! Here comes Oberon. - Father. - Neil. - Wait a minute. Bee you say anything, please let me ex-- - Don't you dare talk back to me. lt's bad enough that you've wasted your time... with this, this absurd acting business. But you deliberately deceived me! How, how, how did you expect to get away with this? Answer me. Who put you up to it? Was it this new man? This, uh, Mr. Keating? No. Nobody-- l thought l'd surprise you. - l've gotten all A's in every class. - Did you think l wasn't going to find out? Oh, my niece is in a play with your son, says Mrs. Marks. No, no, no, l say. You must be mistaken. My son's not in a play. You made a liar out of me, Neil! Now, tomorrow, you go to them... and you tell them that you're quitting. No, l can't. l have the main part. The permance is tomorrow night. l don't care if the world comes to an end tomorrow night. You are through with that play. ls that clear? ls that clear? Yes, sir. l made a great many sacrifices to get you here, Neil... and you will not let me down. No, sir. lt's open. - Neil, what's up? - Can l speak to you a minute? Certainly. Sit down. Oh. - l'm sorry. Here. - Excuse me. - Get you some tea? - Tea. Sure. - Like some milk or sugar in that? - No, thanks. Gosh, they don't give you much room around here. No. lt's part of the monastic oath. They don't want worldly things distracting me from my teaching. - She's pretty. - She's also in London. Makes it a little difficult. - How do you stand it? - Stand what? You can go anywhere. You can do anything. How can you stand being here? 'Cause l love teaching. l don't want to be anywhere else. What's up? l just talked to my father. He's making me quit the play at Henley Hall. Acting's everything to me. l re-- But he doesn't know. He-- l can see his point. We're not a rich family like Charlie's, and we-- But he's planning the rest of my life me, and l-- H-He's never asked me what l want. Have you ever told your father what you just told me? About your passion acting. You ever show him that? - l can't. - Why not? l can't talk to him this way. Then you're acting him, too. You're playing the part of the dutiful son. l know this sounds impossible, but you have to talk to him. You have to show him who you are, what your heart is. l know what he'll say. He'll tell me that acting's a whim, and l should get it. That they're counting on me. He'll just tell me to put it out of my mind my own good. You are not an indentured servant. lf it's not a whim you... you prove it to him by your conviction and your passion. You show him that, and if he still doesn't believe you... well, by then you'll be out of school and you can do anything you want. No. What about the play? The show's tomorrow night. Well, you have to talk to him bee tomorrow night. l-- - lsn't there an easier way? - No. l'm trapped. No, you're not. Chris! Chris. Chris Noel. Do you know where she is? - Um, l think she's in room 1. - Thanks. l know. - Excuse me. Chris. - Knox, what are you doing here? l came to apologize the other night. l brought you these and a poem l wrote you. Knox, don't you know that if Chet finds you here he'll kill you? - l don't care. l love you, Chris. - Knox, you're crazy. - Look, l acted like a jerk and l know it. - Hey, Tony! - Please accept these. Please? - No. N-- l, l can't. Just get it. - Knox, l don't believe this. - All l'm asking you to do is listen. The heavens made a girl named Chris... with hair and skin of gold. To touch her would be paradise.'' Get out of here. Cameron, you fool. Hey, how'd it go? Did you it to her? Yeah. - What'd she say? - Nothin'. Nothin'. What do you mean, nothin'? Nothin'. But l did it. What did she say? l know she had to say something. - Come here, Knox. - Seize the day! Did you talk to your father? Uh, he didn't like it one bit. But at least he's letting me stay in the play. He won't be able to make, make it. He's in Chicago. But, uh, l think he's gonna let me stay with acting. Really? You told him what you told me? Yeah. He wasn't happy. But he'll be gone at least four days. l don't think he'll make the show, but... l think he'll let me stay with it. Keep up the school work. Thanks. - Beautiful baby. - Beautiful baby. - Henley Hall, here l come. - Excuse me just a moment. Yes. You're so cute. Come on, Todd. l'm trying to fix this. Come on, Nuwanda. You're gonna miss Neil's entrance. He said something about getting red bee we left. Getting red? What does that mean? l, uh-- Well, you know Charlie. So, Charlie, what's this getting red bit? W-What is that? lt's an lndian warrior symbol virility. Makes me feel potent, like it can drive girls crazy. Oh, come on, Charlie. The girls are waitin'. Chris. - What are you doing here? - Gentlemen, let's go. - Go ahead, guys. l'll catch up. - Yeah, come on, guys. Chris, you can't be in here. l-lf they catch you, we're both gonna be in big trouble. - Come on. - Oh, but it's fine-- lt's fine you to come barging into my school and make a complete fool out of me? l didn't mean to make a fool out of you. Well, you did. Chet found out. And it took everything l could do to keep him from coming here and killing you. Knox, you have got to stop this stuff. l can't, Chris. l love you. Knox, you say that over and over. You don't, you don't even know me. -Will you be joining us, Mr. Overstreet? -Go ahead, Captain. l'll walk. Knox, Knox, it just so happens that l could care less about you. Then you wouldn't be here warning me about Chet. l have to go. l'm gonna be late the play. - Are you going with him? - Chet? To a play? Are you kidding? - Then come with me. - Knox, you are so infuriating. Come on, Chris. Just give me one chance. lf you don't like me after tonight, l'll stay away ever. - Uh-huh. - l promise. Dead Poets' honor. You come with me tonight... and then if you don't want to see me again, l swear l'll bow out. You know what would happen if Chet found out? He won't know anything. We'll sit in the back and sneak away as soon as it's over. And l suppose you would promise that this would be the end of it. - Dead Poets' honor. - What is that? My word. You are so infuriating. - Hey, there he is. - Hey, hey. Shh, boys. Either l mistake your shape or making quite... or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite called Robin Goodfellow. Thou speak'st aright. l am that merry wanderer of the night. l jest to Oberon and make him smile. When l, a fat and bean-fed horse, beguile... neighing in likeness of a filly foal. Sometime lurk l in a gossip's bowl... in very likeness of a roasted crab. And when she drink, against her lips l bob... and on her withered dewlap pour the ale. He's good. He's really good. Sometimes the three-foot stool mistaketh me. Then slip l from her bum, down topples she and tailor cries... and falls into a cough. And then the whole choir hold their hips and laugh. And waxen in their mirth and neeze and swear... a merrier hour was never wasted there. But, room, Fairy. Here comes Oberon. And here my mistress. Would that he were gone. And by your side, no bedroom me deny. lying so, Hermia, l do not lie. Lysander riddles very prettily. Now much beshrew my manners and my pride... if Hermia meant to say Lysander lied. But, gentle friend, love and courtesy, lie further off. ln human modesty such separation... as may well be said becomes a virtuous bachelor and a maid. And good night, sweet friend. Thy love ne'er alter till thy sweet life end. Amen. Amen to that fair prayer, say l. Neil. That's your cue, Neil. Come on, Neil. Here's your crown. Let's go. lf we shadows have offended... think but this and all is mended. That you have but slumbered here while these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, no more yielding, but a dream. Gentles, do no reprehend. lf you pardon, we will mend. And as l am an honest Puck, if we have unearned luck... now to 'scape the serpent's tongue... we will make amends ere long, else the Puck a liar call. So good night unto you all. Give me your hands if we be friends... and Robin shall restore amends. - Yawp! - Yeah, Neil! Excuse me. l'm Neil's father. l need to see him. Your father. He's-- - What did you think? - Really... l thought you were all just wonderful! Excuse me. Excuse me. - Excuse me, please. - Neil! - Neil, Neil, you were great. - Good night, Neil. - l can't, guys. - Neil! Neil! Neil. Neil. You have the gift. What a permance. You left even me speechless. - You have to stay with-- - Get in the car. Keating, you stay away from my son. - Good luck, Neil. - Neil! Neil! Mr. Perry, come on. Don't make it any worse than it is. ls it okay if we walk back? Captain? Knox. We'll be home about :30 still. We're trying very hard... to understand why it is that you insist on defying us. Whatever the reason... we're not gonna let you ruin your life. Tomorrow l'm withdrawing you from Welton... and enrolling you in Braden Military School. You're going to Harvard, and you're gonna be a doctor. But that's ten more years. Father, that's a lifetime! Oh, stop it. Don't be so dramatic. You make it sound like a prison term. You don't understand, Neil. You have opporties... that l never even dreamt of and l am not going to let you waste them. - l've got to tell you what l feel. - We've been so worried about-- - What? What? Tell me what you feel. What is it? ls it more of this, this acting business? Because you can get that. What? Nothing. Nothing. Well, then, let's go to bed. l was good. l was really good. Go on, get some sleep. lt's all right. lt's going to be all right. - What was that? - What? - That sound. - What sound? Tom? What is it? What's wrong? Neil? Tom, what is it? What's wrong? Neil! - Neil? - l'll look outside. Neil! No! - Oh, Neil! Oh, my God! - Oh! No! - Oh, my son! - He's all right. - My son! My poor son! He's all right! He's all right! He's all right! He's all right! - He's all right! He's all right! - Stop it. Stop it! Stop it. Todd? Todd. Oh, Charlie. What is it? Neil's dead. lt's so beautiful. - Todd. lt's okay, Todd. - Calm down. - lt's all right, Todd. - Todd, it's okay. lt's okay, Todd. -lt's all right. Now, listen. -He wouldn't-- He wouldn't have done it. - You can't explain it, Todd. - lt was his father! - No! He wouldn't have left us. lf he knew-- He wouldn't have. - His dad was-- His, his father did it. - Todd. - His father killed him. - You can't explain it, Todd. - Todd! - Leave him be. Neil! All my life Thy light shall Surely follow me And in God's house evermore My dwelling place Shall be Amen The death of Neil Perry is a tragedy. He was a fine student. One of Welton's best. And he will be missed. We've contacted each of your parents to explain the situation. Naturally, they're all quite concerned. At the request of Neil's family... l intend to conduct a thorough inquiry into this matter. Your complete cooperation is expected. - You told him about this meeting? - Twice. That's it, guys. We're all fried. - How do you mean? - Cameron's a fink. - He's in Nolan's office right now finking. - About what? The club, Pittsie. Think about it. The board of directors, the trustees and Mr. Nolan. Do you think one moment they're gonna let this thing just blow over? Schools go down because of things like this. They need a scapegoat. What's goin' on, guys? You finked, didn't you, Cameron? Finked? l don't know what the hell you're talking about. You told Nolan everything about the club is what l'm talking about. Look, in case you hadn't heard, Dalton, there's something called an honor code at this school, all right? lf a teacher asks you a question, you tell the truth or you're expelled. - You little punk! - Charlie! - He's a rat! He's in it up to his eyes, so he ratted to save himself. Don't touch him, Charlie. You do and you're out. - l'm out anyway! - You don't know that, not yet. He's right there, Charlie. And if you guys are smart, you will do exactly what l did and cooperate. They're not after us. We're the victims. Us and Neil. What's that mean? Who are they after? Why, Mr. Keating, of course. The captain himself. l mean, you guys didn't really think he could avoid responsibility, did you? Mr. Keating responsible Neil? ls that what they're saying? Well, who else do you think, dumb ass? The administration? Mr. Perry? Mr. Keating put us up to all this crap, didn't he? lf it wasn't Mr. Keating, Neil would be cozied up in his room right now... studying his chemistry and dreaming of being called doctor. That is not true, Cameron. You know that. He didn't put us up to anything. Neil loved acting. Believe what you want, but l say let Keating fry. l mean, why ruin our lives? - Charlie. - Charlie. Charlie. Charlie! You just signed your expulsion papers, Nuwanda. And if the rest of you are smart, you'll do exactly what l did. They know everything anyway. You can't save Keating... but you can save yourselves. Knox Overstreet. - Meeks? - Go away. l have to study. What happened to Nuwanda? Expelled. What'd you tell 'em? Nothing they didn't aly know. Todd Anderson. - Hello, son. - Hello, darling. Mom. Have a seat, Mr. Anderson. Mr. Anderson, l think we've pretty well put together what's happened here. You do admit to being a part of this Dead Poets Society? Answer him, Todd. Yes, sir. l have here... a detailed description of what occurred at your meetings. lt describes how your teacher, Mr. Keating... encouraged you boys to organize this club... and to use it as a source of inspiration... reckless and self-indulgent behavior. lt describes how Mr. Keating, both in and out of the classroom... encouraged Neil Perry to follow his obsession with acting... when he knew all along it was against the explicit orders of Neil's parents. lt was Mr. Keating's blatant abuse of his position as teacher... that led directly to Neil Perry's death. Read that document carefully, Todd. Very carefully. lf you've nothing to add or amend, sign it. What's gonna happen to Mr. Keating? l've had enough. Sign the paper, Todd. Grass is gramen or herba. Lapis is stone. The entire building is aedificium Sit. l'll be teaching this class through exams. We'll find a permanent English teacher during the break. Who will tell me where you are in the Pritchard textbook? Mr. Anderson. - Uh, in the, in the Pr-- - l can't hear you, Mr. Anderson. ln the, in the, in the Pritchard? Kindly inm me, Mr. Cameron. We skipped around a lot, sir. We covered the Romantics and some of the chapters on Post Civil War literature. What about the Realists? l believe we skipped most of that, sir. All right then, we'll start over. What is poetry? Come. Excuse me. l came my personals. Should l come back after class? Get them now, Mr. Keating. Gentlemen, turn to page 1 of the introduction. Mr. Cameron... aloud the excellent essay by Dr. Pritchard... on Understanding Poetry. That page has been ripped out, sir. Well, borrow somebody else's book. - They're all ripped out, sir. - What do you mean, they're all ripped out? - Sir, we, uh-- - Never mind. Read! Understanding Poetry by Dr. J. Evans Pritchard, Ph.D. To fully understand poetry, we must first be fluent with its meter, rhyme and figures of speech. Then ask two questions: One, how artfully has the objective of the poem been rendered? And two... how important is that objective? Question one rates the poem's perfection. Question two rates its importance. And once these questions have been answered, determining the poem's greatness... becomes a relatively simple matter. lf the poem's score perfection is plotted on the horizontal of a graph--'' - Mr. Keating! They made everybody sign it. - Quiet, Mr. Anderson. - You gotta believe me. lt's true. - l do believe you, Todd. - Leave, Mr. Keating. - But it wasn't his fault! Sit down, Mr. Anderson! One more outburst from you or anyone else... and you're out of this school! Leave, Mr. Keating. l said leave, Mr. Keating. O Captain, my Captain! Sit down, Mr. Anderson! Do you hear me? Sit down! Sit down! This is your final warning, Anderson. How dare you? Do you hear me? O Captain, my Captain. Mr. Overstreet, l warn you! Sit down! Sit down! Sit down. All of you. l want you seated. Sit down. Leave, Mr. Keating. All of you, down. l want you seated. Do you hear me? Sit down! Thank you, boys. Thank you. 英语 话剧 剧本

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