:28:01
I doubt the present administration
would look too favourably upon that.
:28:04
Why? What was it?
:28:10
Gentlemen, can you keep a secret?
:28:12
Sure, yeah.
:28:16
The Dead Poets were dedicated
to "sucking the marrow out of life."
:28:21
That's a phrase from Thoreau
we would invoke
at the beginning of every meeting.
:28:25
You see, we would gather
at the old Indian cave...
:28:27
and take turns reading from Thoreau,
Whitman, Shelley.
:28:31
The biggies!
Even some of our own verse.
:28:33
And in the enchantment of the moment,
we'd let poetry work its magic.
:28:37
You mean, it was a bunch of guys
sitting around reading poetry?
:28:40
No, Mr Overstreet,
it wasn't just guys.
:28:43
We weren't a Greek organization.
We were Romantics.
:28:46
We didn't just read poetry, we let it
drip from our tongues like honey.
:28:51
Spirits soared,
women swooned...
:28:54
and gods were created, gentlemen.
:28:56
Not a bad way to spend an evening, eh?
:28:59
Thank you, Mr Perry,
for this stroll down Amnesia Lane.
:29:02
Burn that, especially my picture.
:29:10
Dead Poets Society.
:29:12
What?
:29:18
- I say we go tonight.
- Tonight?
- Now wait a minute.
:29:21
Everybody in?
:29:23
- Where's this cave he's talking about?
- It's beyond the stream.
I know where it is.
:29:25
That's miles!
:29:27
- Sounds boring to me.
- Don't come.
:29:29
- Do you know how many demerits
we're talking, Dalton?
- So don't come. Please.
:29:32
Look, all I'm saying
is that we have to be careful.
:29:35
- We can't get caught.
- No shit, Sherlock.
:29:38
You boys there, hurry up!
:29:41
All right. Who's in?
:29:42
- Oh, come on, Neil, Hager's the...
- Forget Hager! No. Who's in?
:29:48
I'm in.
:29:50
- I'm warning you! Move!
- Me, too.
:29:54
- I don't know, Neil.
- What? Pitts!
:29:56
- Pittsie, come on!
- His grades are hurting, Charlie.
:29:58
- You can help him, Meeks.
- What is this? A midnight study group?