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well, by then, you’ll be out of school and you can do anything you want.

No.

What about the play? The show’s tomorrow night.

Then you have to talk to him before tomorrow night.

I…

Isn’t there an easier way? No.

I’m trapped.

No, you’re not.

I need my notebook.

I’ll see you later, Brian.

Chris.

Hey, Chris.

Chris Noel, do you know where she is? I think she’s in Room 111.

Thanks.

I know.

Oh, no.

Excuse me. Chris. Knox, what are you doing here?

I came to apologize for the other night.

I brought you these and a poem I wrote for you.

Knox, don’t you know that if Chet finds you here, he’ll kill you?

I don’t care.

I love you, Chris. Knox, you’re crazy.

Look, I acted like a jerk, and I know it; Hey.

Please accept these. Please? No, I… I can’t.

Just forget it.

Knox, I don’t believe this. All I’m asking you to do is listen.

The heavens made a girl named Chris

With hair and skin of gold

To touch her would be paradise

Uhh; Get out of here.

Cameron, you fool.

Hey, how’d it go? Did you read it to her? Yeah.

What’d she say? Nothing.

Nothing? What do you mean, nothing?

Nothing. But I did it.

What did she say? She had to say something.

Come here, Knox. Seize the day.

Did you talk to your father? Uh, yeah.

He didn’t like it one bit,

but at least he’s letting me stay in the play.

He won’t be able make it. He’s in Chicago.

But I think he’s gonna let me stay with acting.

Really? You told him what you told me?

Yeah.

He wasn’t happy.

But he’ll be gone at least four days.

I don’t think he’ll make the show,

but I think he’ll let me stay with it.

Keep up the school work.

Thanks.

Baby. Beautiful baby.

Henley Hall, here I come. Excuse me, just a moment.

Yes, you.

Come on, Todd, I’m trying to fix this.

Come on, Nuwanda, we’re gonna miss Neil’s entrance.

He said something about getting red before we left.

Getting red? What does that mean?

I… Well, you know Charlie.

So, Charlie, what’s this “getting red” bit?

What is that?

It’s an Indian warrior symbol for virility.

Makes me feel potent; Like it can drive girls crazy.

Oh, come on, Charlie. The girls are waiting.

Henley Hall.

Chris.

What are you doing here? Gentlemen, let’s go.

Go ahead, guys, I’ll catch up. Yeah, come on, guys.

Chris, you can’t be in here.

If they catch you, we’re gonna be in trouble.

Come on. Oh, but it’s fine…

Chris.

It’s fine for you to come into my school and make a complete fool out of me?

I didn’t mean to make a fool out of you. Well, you did.

Chet found out, and it took everything I could do to keep him from coming here and killing you.

Knox, you have got to stop this stuff.

I can’t, Chris. I love you.

Knox, you say that over and over.

You don’t even know me.

Will you be joining us, Mr. Overstreet?

Go ahead, captain. I’ll walk.

Knox. Knox, if it just so happens that I could care less about you…

Then you wouldn’t be here warning me about Chet.

I have to go. I’m gonna be late for the play.

Are you going with him? Chet, to a play? Are you kidding?

Then come with me. Knox, you are so infuriating.

Come on, Chris, just give me one chance.

If you don’t like me after tonight, I’ll stay away forever.

I promise. Dead Poets’ honor.

You come with me tonight,

then if you don’t want to see me again, I swear, I’ll bow out.

You know what would happen if Chet found out?

He won’t know anything.

We’ll sit in the back and sneak away as soon as it’s over.

And I suppose you would promise that this would be the end of it.

Dead Poets’ honor.

What is that?

My word.

You are so infuriating.

Hey, there he is.

Boys.

Either I mistake your shape or making quite,

Or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite; Called Robin Goodfellow.

Thou speak’st aright; I am that merry wanderer of the night.

I jest to Oberon and make him smile

When I a fat and bean-fed horse, pbbt, beguile,

Neighing in likeness of a filly foal.

Sometime lurk I in a gossip’s bowl, In very likeness of a roasted crab,

And when she drink, against her lips I bob

And on her wither’d dewlap pour the ale.

He’s good. He’s really good.

Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me;

Then slip I from her bum, down topples she,

And ‘tailor’ cries, and falls into a cough;

And then the whole quire hold their hips and laugh,

And waxen in their mirth and neeze and swear

A merrier hour was never wasted there.

But, room, fairy! here comes Oberon.

And here my mistress. Would that he were gone!

Then by your side no bed-room me deny;

For lying so, Hermia, I do not lie.

Lysander riddles very prettily:

Now much beshrew my manners and my pride,

If Hermia meant to say Lysander lied.

But, gentle friend, for love and courtesy

Lie further off; in human modesty,

Such separation as many well be said Becomes a virtuous bachelor and a maid,

and, good night, sweet friend:

Thy love ne’er alter till thy sweet life end!

Amen, amen, to that fair prayer, say I;

Neil. That’s your cue, Neil.

Come on, Neil.