Dead Poets Society
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1:07:01
No relation. Never heard of him.
Sorry, guys.

1:07:04
Where's your manners?
Mutt Sanders' brother,
we don't even offer him a drink.

1:07:07
- Here. Go have some whisky, pal.
- Yeah.

1:07:09
Whoa. L, uh...
I don't really drink...

1:07:12
- To Mutt.
- To Mutt.

1:07:15
To Mutt.
1:07:20
- Now, how the hell is old Mutt, anyway?
- Yeah. What's ol' Mutter
been up to, huh?

1:07:24
Actually I don't really know Mutt.
1:07:27
- To mighty Mutt.
- To mighty Mutt.

1:07:30
To mighty Mutt.
1:07:37
Well, listen, I gotta go find Patsy.
1:07:39
- Say hello to Mutt for me, okay?
- Will do.

1:07:43
Yeah. Hell of a guy,
your brother Mutt.

1:07:47
We gonna have a meeting or what?
1:07:50
Yeah. If you guys don't have a meeting,
how do we know if we want to join?

1:07:54
Join?
1:07:56
"Shall I compare thee
to a summer's day?

1:07:59
Thou art more lovely
and more temperate."

1:08:01
That's so sweet.
1:08:03
- I made that up just for you.
- You did?

1:08:08
I'll write one for you, too, Gloria.
1:08:13
"She walks in beauty like the night.
1:08:18
She walks in beauty like the night.
1:08:21
Of cloudless climes and starry skies.
1:08:24
All that's best, dark and bright...
1:08:27
meet in her aspect and her eyes."
1:08:30
That's beautiful.
1:08:33
There's plenty more
where that came from.


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