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*with the intent to make you cry* notice the lack of neil?

Charlie: I hereby reconvene the Dead Poets Society. Meeks: Charlie, we can’t do this. We’re breaking the rules. Charlie: Rules? We don’t need rules. We’re poets. We’re rebels. We’re free spirits. Pitts: Yeah, until we get caught and expelled. Charlie: Relax, Pitts. No one’s going to catch us. We’re too smart for them. *Headmaster Nolan walks in* Nolan: What is going on here? Charlie: Uh… nothing, sir. We were just… studying. Nolan: Studying? In the middle of the night? In a cave? With candles and a saxophone? Charlie: Yes, sir. It’s a new… learning technique. Nolan: A learning technique? Charlie: Yes, sir. It’s called… jazz poetry. Cameron: I can’t believe you guys. You’re all crazy. You’re all following Keating like sheep. Don’t you see what he’s doing to you? He’s filling your heads with nonsense. He’s making you disobey the rules. He’s ruining your futures. Todd: Cameron, you don’t understand. Keating is not ruining our futures. He’s opening our eyes. He’s teaching us to think for ourselves. He’s inspiring us to live. Cameron: Live? What do you mean live? You call this living? Sneaking around, reading poems, acting in plays, kissing girls? That’s not living. That’s wasting your time. You should be studying, working, preparing for your exams, applying for colleges. That’s living. Todd: Cameron, you’re wrong. That’s not living. That’s surviving.