:11:01
Hey, Spaz! Spaz!
:11:05
Brain damage!
:11:26
Well, come on!
:11:36
- Let's go.
- Let's go, guys.
:12:03
"O Captain! My captain!"
:12:06
Who knows where that comes from?
:12:09
Anybody.
:12:14
Not a clue?
:12:17
It's from a poem by Walt Whitman
about Mr Abraham Lincoln.
:12:21
Now, in this class,
you can either call me Mr Keating...
:12:24
or if you're slightly more daring
O Captain, my Captain.
:12:31
Now let me dispel a few rumours,
so they don't fester into facts.
:12:34
Yes, l, too, attended Hell-ton
and have survived.
:12:38
And, no, at that time I was not
the mental giant you see before you.
:12:42
I was the intellectual equivalent
of a 98-pound weakling.
:12:46
I would go to the beach, and people
would kick copies of Byron in my face.
:12:53
Now...
:12:55
Mr Pitts.
:12:59
That's a rather unfortunate name.
Mr Pitts, where are you?