Dead Poets Society
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:22:00
Now, I want you to rip out that page.
:22:04
Go on. Rip out the entire page.
:22:09
You heard me. Rip it out.
:22:12
Rip it out!
:22:14
Go on. Rip it out!
:22:18
Thank you, Mr Dalton.
:22:20
Gentlemen, tell you what.
Don't just tear out that page,
tear out the entire introduction.

:22:24
I want it gone. History.
Leave nothing of it.

:22:27
Rip it out! Rip!
Be gone,J. Evans Pritchard, PhD.

:22:31
Rip. Shred. Tear.
Rip it out!

:22:34
I want to hear nothing but ripping
of Mr Pritchard.

:22:37
We'll perforate it,
put it on a roll.

:22:39
It's not the Bible.
You're not gonna go to hell for this.

:22:43
Go on. Make a clean tear.
I want nothing left of it.

:22:48
- We shouldn't be doing this.
- Rip! Rip! Rip!

:22:52
Rip it out! Rip!
:23:01
Rip it out!
:23:06
What the hell is going on here?
:23:09
- I don't hear enough rips!
- Mr Keating.

:23:13
Mr McAllister.
:23:17
I'm sorry.
l, I didn't know you were here.

:23:21
I am. Ah.
:23:23
So you are.
:23:26
Excuse me.
:23:29
Keep ripping, gentlemen!
:23:31
This is a battle, a war.
:23:34
And the casualties could be
your hearts and souls.

:23:36
Thank you, Mr Dalton.
:23:38
Armies of academics going forward
measuring poetry.

:23:41
No! We'll not have that here.
No more Mr J. Evans Pritchard.

:23:45
Now, my class, you will learn
to think for yourselves again.

:23:48
You will learn to savour
words and language.

:23:52
No matter what anybody tells you...
:23:54
words and ideas can change the world.
:23:58
Now I see that look in Mr Pitt's eye,
like 19th century literature...


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