Dead Poets Society
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Come on. You can't yawp sitting down.
Let's go. Come on. Up.

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You gotta get in "yawping" stance.
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- A, a yawp.
- No, not just a yawp. A barbaric yawp.

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- Yawp.
- Come on, louder.

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- Yawp.
- No, that's a mouse. Come on. Louder.

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- Yawp.
- Oh, good God, boy, like a man!
- Yawp!

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There it is. You see, you have
a barbarian in you after all.

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Now, you don't get away
that easy.

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That picture of Uncle Walt up there.
What does he remind you of?
Don't think. Answer. Go on.

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- A m-m-madman.
- What kind of madman?

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- Don't think about it.
Just answer again.
- A c-crazy madman.

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No, you can do better than that.
Free up your mind. Use your imagination.

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Say the first thing that pops into your
head, even if it's total gibberish.

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- Go on, go on.
- Uh, uh, a sweaty-toothed madman.

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Good God, boy, there's a poet
in you after all.

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There, close your eyes.
Close your eyes. Close 'em.

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Now, describe what you see.
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- Uh, l, I close my eyes.
- Yes?

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- Uh, and this image floats beside me.
- A sweaty-toothed madman?

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A sweaty-toothed madman
with a stare that pounds my brain.

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Oh, that's excellent. Now, give him
action. Make him do something.

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- H-His hands reach out and choke me.
- That's it. Wonderful. Wonderful.

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

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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.

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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.

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From the moment we enter crying,
to the moment we leave dying...

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

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Don't you forget this.

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