Dead Poets Society
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:55:01
- H-His hands reach out and choke me.
- That's it. Wonderful. Wonderful.

:55:04
- And, and all the time he's mumbling.
- What's he mumbling?

:55:06
M-Mumbling, "Truth. Truth, like,
like a blanket that always
leaves your feet cold."

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Forget them, forget them. Stay with the
blanket. Tell me about that blanket.

:55:14
Y-Y-Y... Y-You push it, stretch it,
it'll never be enough.

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You kick at it, beat it,
it'll never cover any of us.

:55:19
From the moment we enter crying,
to the moment we leave dying...

:55:23
it will cover your face
as you wail and cry and scream.

:55:36
Don't you forget this.
:56:39
Attaboy, Pittsie, inhale deeply.
:56:41
- My dad collects a lot of pipes.
- Really? Mine's got 30.

:56:43
Your parents collect pipes?
Oh, that's really interesting.

:56:47
Come on, Knox. Join in.
:56:50
- Yeah, Knox, we're from the government.
We're here to help, man.
- What's wrong?

:56:53
- It's Chris.
- Here's a picture of Chris for you.

:56:56
- Smoke that. Put that in your pipe
and smoke it.
- That's not funny.

:56:58
Knock it off.
Smoke your pipes.


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