哪位有<死亡诗社>的所有台词呢?

Your study of trigonometry...
requires absolute precision.
Anyone failing to turn in any homework assignment...
will be penalized one point off their final grade.
Let me urge you now not to test me on this point.
Hey, Spaz! Spaz!
Brain damage!
Well, come on!
- Let's go. - Let's go, guys.
11O Captain! My captain!11
Who knows where that comes from?
Anybody.
Not a clue?
lt's from a poem by Walt Whitman about Mr. Abraham Lincoln.
Now, in this class, you can either call me Mr. Keating...
or if you're slightly more daring O Captain, my Captain.
Now let me dispel a few rumors, so they don't fester into facts.
Yes, l, too, attended Hell-ton and have survived.
And, no, at that time l was not the mental giant you see before you.
l was the intellectual equivalent of a 98-pound weakling.
l would go to the beach, and people would kick copies of Byron in my face.
Now...
Mr. Pitts.
That's a rather unfortunate name. Mr. Pitts, where are you?
Mr. Pitts, will you open your hymnal to page 542?
Read the first stanza of the poem you find there.
- 11To The Virgins to Make Much of Time11? - Yes. That's the one.
Somewhat appropriate, isn't it?
11Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, old time is still a-flying...
and this same flower that smiles today, tomorrow will be dying.''
Thank you, Mr. Pitts.
11Gather ye rosebuds while ye may.11
The Latin term for that sentiment is carpe diem.
Now who knows what that means?
Carpe diem. That's seize the day.
- Very good, Mr.-- - Meeks.
Meeks. Another unusual name.
Seize the day.
11Gather ye rosebuds while ye may.11
- Why does the writer use these lines? - Because he's in a hurry.
No! Ding!
Thank you for playing anyway.
Because we are food for worms, lads.
Because, believe it or not, each and every one of us in this room...
is one day going to stop breathing...
turn cold, and die.
l would like you to step forward over here...
and peruse some of the faces from the past.
You've walked past them many times, but l don't think you've really looked at them.
They're not that different from you, are they?
Same haircuts...
full of hormones just like you.
lnvincible just like you feel.
The world is their oyster.
They believe they're destined for great things just like many of you.
Their eyes are full of hope just like you.
Did they wait until it was too late to make from their lives...
even one iota of what they were capable?
Because you see, gentlemen, these boys are now fertilizing daffodils.
But if you listen real close...
you can hear them whisper their legacy to you.
Go on, lean in. Listen.
Do you hear it?
Carpe.
Hear it?
Carpe.
Carpe diem.
Seize the day, boys.
Make your lives extraordinary.
- That was weird. - But different.
Spooky, if you ask me.
Think he'll test us on that stuff?
Oh, come on, Cameron, don't you get anything?
What? What?
Let's go, boys. Hustle up in here. That means you, Dalton.


determining the poem's greatness becomes a relatively simple matter.
lf the poem's score for perfection is plotted on the horizontal of a graph...
and its importance is plotted on the vertical...
then calculating the total area of the poem...
yields the measure of its greatness.
A sonnet by Byron might score high...
on the vertical, but only average on the horizontal.
A Shakespearean sonnet on the, on the other hand would...
score high both horizontally and vertically...
yielding a massive total area...
thereby revealing the poem to be truly great.
As you proceed through the poetry in this book, practice this rating method.
As your ability to evaluate poems in this manner grows...
so will, so will your enjoyment and understanding of poetry.''
Excrement.
That's what l think of Mr. J. Evans Pritchard.
We're not laying pipe. We're talking about poetry.
How can you describe poetry like American Bandstand?
11Oh, l like Byron. l give him a 42, but l can't dance to it.11
Now, l want you to rip out that page.
Go on. Rip out the entire page.
You heard me. Rip it out.
Rip it out!
Go on. Rip it out!
Thank you, Mr. Dalton.
Gentlemen, tell you what. Don't just tear out that page, tear out the entire introduction.
l want it gone. History. Leave nothing of it.
Rip it out! Rip! Be gone, J. Evans Pritchard, Ph.D.
Rip. Shred. Tear. Rip it out!
l want to hear nothing but ripping of Mr. Pritchard.
We'll perforate it, put it on a roll.
lt's not the Bible. You're not gonna go to hell for this.
Go on. Make a clean tear. l want nothing left of it.
- We shouldn't be doing this. - Rip! Rip! Rip!
Rip it out! Rip!
Rip it out!
What the hell is going on here?
- l don't hear enough rips! - Mr. Keating.
Mr. McAllister.
l'm sorry. l, l didn't know you were here.
l am. Ah.
So you are.
Excuse me.
Keep ripping, gentlemen!
This is a battle, a war.
And the casualties could be your hearts and souls.
Thank you, Mr. Dalton.

Your study of trigonometry...
requires absolute precision.
Anyone failing to turn in any homework assignment...
will be penalized one point off their final grade.
Let me urge you now not to test me on this point.
Hey, Spaz! Spaz!
Brain damage!
Well, come on!
- Let's go. - Let's go, guys.
11O Captain! My captain!11
Who knows where that comes from?
Anybody.
Not a clue?
lt's from a poem by Walt Whitman about Mr. Abraham Lincoln.
Now, in this class, you can either call me Mr. Keating...
or if you're slightly more daring O Captain, my Captain.
Now let me dispel a few rumors, so they don't fester into facts.
Yes, l, too, attended Hell-ton and have survived.
And, no, at that time l was not the mental giant you see before you.
l was the intellectual equivalent of a 98-pound weakling.
l would go to the beach, and people would kick copies of Byron in my face.
Now...
Mr. Pitts.
That's a rather unfortunate name. Mr. Pitts, where are you?
Mr. Pitts, will you open your hymnal to page 542?
Read the first stanza of the poem you find there.
- 11To The Virgins to Make Much of Time11? - Yes. That's the one.
Somewhat appropriate, isn't it?
11Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, old time is still a-flying...
and this same flower that smiles today, tomorrow will be dying.''
Thank you, Mr. Pitts.
11Gather ye rosebuds while ye may.11
The Latin term for that sentiment is carpe diem.
Now who knows what that means?
Carpe diem. That's seize the day.
- Very good, Mr.-- - Meeks.
Meeks. Another unusual name.
Seize the day.
11Gather ye rosebuds while ye may.11
- Why does the writer use these lines? - Because he's in a hurry.
No! Ding!
Thank you for playing anyway.
Because we are food for worms, lads.
Because, believe it or not, each and every one of us in this room...
is one day going to stop breathing...
turn cold, and die.
l would like you to step forward over here...
and peruse some of the faces from the past.
You've walked past them many times, but l don't think you've really looked at them.
They're not that different from you, are they?
Same haircuts...
full of hormones just like you.
lnvincible just like you feel.
The world is their oyster.
They believe they're destined for great things just like many of you.
Their eyes are full of hope just like you.
Did they wait until it was too late to make from their lives...
even one iota of what they were capable?
Because you see, gentlemen, these boys are now fertilizing daffodils.
But if you listen real close...
you can hear them whisper their legacy to you.
Go on, lean in. Listen.
Do you hear it?
Carpe.
Hear it?
Carpe.
Carpe diem.
Seize the day, boys.
Make your lives extraordinary.
- That was weird. - But different.
Spooky, if you ask me.
Think he'll test us on that stuff?
Oh, come on, Cameron, don't you get anything?
What? What?
Let's go, boys. Hustle up in here. That means you, Dalton.


determining the poem's greatness becomes a relatively simple matter.
lf the poem's score for perfection is plotted on the horizontal of a graph...
and its importance is plotted on the vertical...
then calculating the total area of the poem...
yields the measure of its greatness.
A sonnet by Byron might score high...
on the vertical, but only average on the horizontal.
A Shakespearean sonnet on the, on the other hand would...
score high both horizontally and vertically...
yielding a massive total area...
thereby revealing the poem to be truly great.
As you proceed through the poetry in this book, practice this rating method.
As your ability to evaluate poems in this manner grows...
so will, so will your enjoyment and understanding of poetry.''
Excrement.
That's what l think of Mr. J. Evans Pritchard.
We're not laying pipe. We're talking about poetry.
How can you describe poetry like American Bandstand?
11Oh, l like Byron. l give him a 42, but l can't dance to it.11
Now, l want you to rip out that page.
Go on. Rip out the entire page.
You heard me. Rip it out.
Rip it out!
Go on. Rip it out!
Thank you, Mr. Dalton.
Gentlemen, tell you what. Don't just tear out that page, tear out the entire introduction.
l want it gone. History. Leave nothing of it.
Rip it out! Rip! Be gone, J. Evans Pritchard, Ph.D.
Rip. Shred. Tear. Rip it out!
l want to hear nothing but ripping of Mr. Pritchard.
We'll perforate it, put it on a roll.
lt's not the Bible. You're not gonna go to hell for this.
Go on. Make a clean tear. l want nothing left of it.
- We shouldn't be doing this. - Rip! Rip! Rip!
Rip it out! Rip!
Rip it out!
What the hell is going on here?
- l don't hear enough rips! - Mr. Keating.
Mr. McAllister.
l'm sorry. l, l didn't know you were here.
l am. Ah.
So you are.
Excuse me.
Keep ripping, gentlemen!
This is a battle, a war.
And the casualties could be your hearts and souls.
Thank you, Mr. Dalton.
Armies of academics going forward measuring poetry.
No! We'll not have that here. No more Mr. J. Evans Pritchard.
Now, my class, you will learn to think for yourselves again.
You will learn to savor words and language.
No matter what anybody tells you...
words and ideas can change the world.
Now l see that look in Mr. Pitts' eye, like 19th century literature...
has nothing to do with going to business school or medical school.
Right? Maybe.
Mr. Hopkins, you may agree with him, thinking...
11Yes, we should simply study our Mr. Pritchard and learn our rhyme and meter...
and go quietly about the business of achieving other ambitions.''
l've a little secret for you. Huddle up.
Huddle up!
We don't read and write poetry because it's cute.
We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race...
and the human race is filled with passion.
And medicine, law, business, engineering...
these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life.
But poetry, beauty...


romance, love...
these are what we stay alive for.
To quote from Whitman...
11O me, O life of the questions of these recurring...
of the endless trains of the faithless...
of cities filled with the foolish.
What good amid these O me, O life?''
Answer: that you are here.
That life exists, and identity.
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.
That the powerful play goes on...
and you may contribute a verse.
What will your verse be?
For what we are about to receive...
may the Lord make us truly grateful.
Amen.
-Quite an interesting class you gave today, Mr. Keating. -Sorry if l shocked you, Mr. McAllister.
Oh, there's no need to apologize. lt was very fascinating, misguided though it was.
You think so?
You take a big risk by encouraging them to become artists, John.
When they realize that they're not Rembrandts, Shakespeares or Mozarts, they'll hate you for it.
We're not talking artists, George, we're talking freethinkers.
Freethinkers at 17?
Funny. l never pegged you as a cynic.
Not a cynic.
A realist.
Show me the heart unfettered by foolish dreams...
and l'll show you a happy man.
But only in their dreams can men be truly free.
'Twas always thus, and always thus will be.
Tennyson?
No. Keating.
Hey, l found his senior annual in the library.
Listen to this. Captain of the soccer team, editor of the school annual, Cambridge bound...
thigh man, and the Dead Poets Society.
11Man most likely to do anything.11
Thigh man! Mr. K was a hell-raiser.
- What's the Dead Poets Society? - l don't know.
- ls there a picture in the annual? - No. - Nothing. No other mention of it.
That boy there, see me after lunch.
Mr. Keating?
Mr. Keating!
- Sir? - Say something.
O Captain, my Captain?
Gentlemen.
We were just looking in your old annual.
Oh, my God.
No, that's not me.
Stanley 11The Tool11 Wilson.
- God. - What was the Dead Poets Society?
l doubt the present administration would look too favorably upon that.
Why? What was it?
Gentlemen, can you keep a secret?
Sure, yeah.
The Dead Poets were dedicated to 11sucking the marrow out of life.11
That's a phrase from Thoreau we would invoke at the beginning of every meeting.
You see, we would gather at the old lndian cave...
and take turns reading from Thoreau, Whitman, Shelley.
The biggies! Even some of our own verse.
And in the enchantment of the moment, we'd let poetry work its magic.
You mean, it was a bunch of guys sitting around reading poetry?
No, Mr. Overstreet, it wasn't just guys.
We weren't a Greek organization. We were Romantics.
We didn't just read poetry, we let it drip from our tongues like honey.
Spirits soared, women swooned...
and gods were created, gentlemen.
Not a bad way to spend an evening, eh?
Thank you, Mr. Perry, for this stroll down Amnesia Lane.
Burn that, especially my picture.
Dead Poets Society.
What?
- l say we go tonight. - Tonight? - Now wait a minute.


Everybody in?
- Where's this cave he's talking about? - lt's beyond the stream. l know where it is.
That's miles!
- Sounds boring to me. - Don't come.
- Do you know how many demerits we're talking, Dalton? - So don't come. Please.
Look, all l'm saying is that we have to be careful.
- We can't get caught. - No shit, Sherlock.
You boys there, hurry up!
All right. Who's in?
- Oh, come on, Neil, Hager's the-- - Forget Hager! No. Who's in?
l'm in.
- l'm warning you! Move! - Me, too.
- l don't know, Neil. - What? Pitts!
- Pittsie, come on! - His grades are hurting, Charlie.
- You can help him, Meeks. - What is this? A midnight study group?
Forget it, Pitts, you're coming. Meeks, your grades hurting, too?
- l'll try anything once. - Except sex.
l'm in as long as we're careful.
- What about you, Knox? - l don't know, Charlie.
Come on, Knox, it'll help you get Chris.
Yeah? How?
Women swoon!
But why do they swoon? Charlie, tell me why they swoon. Charlie!
You're not listening. Any questions?
Look, you follow the stream to the waterfall.
lt's right there. lt's gotta be like that--
l don't know. lt's starting to sound dangerous.
- Oh. Why don't you just stay home? - Hey, you're crazy.
For God's sake, stop chattering and sit down!
- Todd, are you coming tonight? - No.
Why not? God, you were there. You heard Keating. Don't you want to do something about--
Y-Yes. But--
But, but what?
Keating said that everybody took turns reading and...
l don't want to do that.
Gosh. You really have a problem with that, don't you?
N-No, l, l don't have a problem.
Neil, l just-- l don't want to do it, okay?
All right.
What if you didn't have to read? What if you just came and listened?
- T-That's not how it works. - Forget how it works!
What if-- What if they said it was okay?
What? What, are you gonna go up and ask 'em if--
- No, no. - l'll be right back.
Neil? Neil?
Oh, shut up, will you?
lt's my stuff for my asthma, okay? Could you give that back, please?
- Could you give that back? - What's the matter? Don't you like snakes?
- You're in. - Get away from me, okay?
Spaz, why don't you check your pockets?
- Come on, Spaz, l have to brush my teeth. - Hurry up. Get off.
Cut out that racket in there.
- Come on. Let's get out. - Go! Go!
l'm a dead poet!
- Charlie. - Guys, over here!
You're funny. You're real funny.
lt's too wet.
God, you trying to smoke us out of here?
No, no, the smoke's going right up this opening.
You okay?
Oh, God. Clods.
- All right, all right, forget the fire. - Forget it, forget it.
- Let's go, gentlemen. - Can't light a swamp.
l hereby reconvene the Dead Poets Society.
Welton Chapter. The, uh, meetings will be conducted by myself and the other new initiates now present.
Uh, Todd Anderson, because he prefers not to read, will keep the minutes of the meetings.
l'll now read the traditional opening message...
by society member Henry David Thoreau.


To strive, to seek, to find...
and not to yield.''
11Then l had religion. Then l had a vision.
l could not turn from their revel in derision.
Then l saw the Congo creeping through the black...
cutting through the forest with a golden track.''
- Then l saw the Congo creeping through the black... - Meeks. Meeks.
cutting through the forest with a golden track.
Then l saw the Congo creeping through the black...
cutting through the forest with a golden track.
Then l saw the Congo creeping through the black...
cutting through the forest with a golden track.
Then l saw the Congo creeping through the black...
cutting through the forest with a golden track.
Then l saw the Congo creeping through the black...
cutting through the forest with a golden track.
Then l saw the Congo creeping through the black...
cutting through the forest with a golden track.
Then l saw the Congo creeping through the black...
cutting through the forest with a golden track.
Then l saw the Congo creeping through the black...
cutting through the forest with a golden track.
Then l saw the Congo creeping through the black--
A man is not very tired. He is exhausted!
And don't use, 11very sad.11 Use--
Come on, Mr. Overstreet, you twerp.
- Morose? - Exactly! Morose.
Now, language was developed for one endeavor, and that is? Mr. Anderson?
Come on! Are you a man or an amoeba?
Mr. Perry?
Uh, to communicate.
No! To woo women.
Today we're going to be talking about William Shakespeare.
Oh, God!
l know. A lot of you look forward to this about as much as you look forward to root canal work.
We're gonna talk about Shakespeare as someone who writes something very interesting.
Now, many of you have seen Shakespeare done very much like this.
11O Titus, bring your friend hither.11
But if any of you have seen Mr. Marlon Brando...
you know Shakespeare can be different.
11Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears.11
You can also imagine, maybe, John Wayne as Macbeth going...
11Well, is this a dagger l see before me?11
11Dogs, sir? Oh, not just now.
l do enjoy a good dog once in a while, sir.
You can have yourself a three-course meal from one dog.
Start with your canine crudites...
go to your Fido flambe for main course...
and for dessert, a Pekingese parfait.
And you can pick your teeth with a little paw.''
Why do l stand up here? Anybody?
- To feel taller. - No! Thank you for playing, Mr. Dalton.
l stand upon my desk to remind myself...
that we must constantly look at things in a different way.
You see, the world looks very different from up here.
You don't believe me? Come see for yourselves. Come on.
Come on!
Just when you think you know something, you have to look at it in another way.
Even though it may seem silly or wrong, you must try!
Now, when you read, don't just consider what the author thinks...
consider what you think.
Boys, you must strive to find your own voice.
Because the longer you wait to begin, the less likely you are to find it at all.

对不住各位,发帖的时候看系统没反应,又多发了一次.
麻烦大家担着点,不好意思啦:P

这是原版剧本呢？还是电影台词？？？~~~原版剧本里应该有比电影台词更多的东西~~