Dead Poets Society
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:06:00
Listen. Don't mind Cameron. He's, uh,
born with his foot in his mouth.

:06:04
Know what I mean?
:06:09
Rumour has it,
you did summer school.

:06:12
Yep. Chemistry.
My father thought I should get ahead.

:06:16
- How was your summer, Slick?
- Keen.

:06:21
- Meeks, door, closed.
- Yes, sir!

:06:25
Gentlemen, what are the four pillars?
:06:27
Travesty, horror, decadence, excrement.
:06:33
Okay, study group.
:06:34
Meeks aced Latin.
I didn't quite flunk English.

:06:37
So, if you want,
we got our study group.

:06:39
Sure. Cameron asked me too.
Anyone mind including him?

:06:43
What's his specialty? Bootlicking?
:06:44
- Um, he's your roommate.
- That's not my fault!

:06:49
Uh, I'm sorry.
My name is Stephen Meeks.

:06:51
- Oh, this is Todd Anderson.
- Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.

:06:55
Charlie Dalton.
:06:58
Knox Overstreet.
:07:00
Todd's brother was Jeffrey Anderson.
:07:01
- Oh, yeah, sure!
- Ooh, wow.

:07:04
- Valedictorian, National Merit Scholar.
- Oh, well!

:07:08
Welcome to Hell-ton!
:07:10
It's every bit as tough as they say
unless you're a genius like Meeks.

:07:14
He flatters me.
That's why I help him with Latin.

:07:16
And English, and trig.
:07:22
It's open.
:07:25
Father, I thought you'd gone.
:07:27
- Mr Perry, sir.
- Keep your seats, fellas.
Keep your seats.

:07:31
Neil, I've just spoken to Mr Nolan.
:07:34
I think that you're taking
too many extracurricular activities
this semester.

:07:37
And I've decided
that you should drop school annual.

:07:40
- But I'm the assistant editor this year.
- Well, I'm, I'm sorry, Neil.

:07:43
- But, Father, I can't.
It wouldn't be fair.
- Fellas?

:07:47
Would you excuse us for a moment?

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