Dead Poets Society
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: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.

:57:01
- Neil!
- Friends, scholars, Welton men.

:57:06
- What is that, Neil?
- Duh. It's a lamp, Meeks.

:57:09
- No. This is the god of the cave.
- The god of the cave.

:57:17
- Charlie, what are you doing?
- What do you say we start this meeting?

:57:20
- Y-Yeah, just... I need a light.
I just gotta...
- Got any earplugs?

:57:25
Gentlemen, "Poetrusic"
by Charles Dalton.

:57:29
Oh, boy. He's gonna play.
:57:32
Oh, no.
:57:34
Laughing, crying, tumbling, mumbling.
:57:37
Gotta do more. Gotta be more.
:57:44
Chaos screaming, chaos dreaming.
Gotta do more. Gotta be more!


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