Consider it a parting gift.
Hasta la vista, Baby.
Your clothes. Give them to me now!
You know what just kills me, is the clothes you are going to get. You don’t deserve them. I mean, you eat carbs.
Say, Jim. That’s a bad outfit. Whooooo!
Nice hat harry.
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The next time you appear in my court, you will look lawyerly. And I mean you comb your hair, and wear a suit and tie. And that suit had better be made out of some sort of… cloth.
Kings, prime ministers, archbishops, even barristers have stood in the dock.
Kingsfield drove him mad. He’s driven a lot of lawyers mad over the past 40 years that he’s been teaching here. I heard he ripped up a 1-L this morning so bad, the guy lost his breakfast.
Oh, sweetheart, you don’t need law school. Law school is for people who are boring and ugly and serious. And you, button, are none of those things.
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In case you people have forgotten, this block operates under the same rules as the rest of the city. Ma-Ma is not the law… I am the law.
There are rules here? Oh no, there are no rules here.
There are rules for policemen.
I wanna make detective.
You’re the dick.
Wish you’d stop being so good to me, Captain.
“O Captain, my Captain.” Who knows where that comes from? Anybody? Not a clue? It’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.”
Captain’s not called Lucky Jack for no reason.
There should have been a “Captain” in there somewhere.
You was my brother, Charley.You shoulda looked out for me a little bit. You shoulda taken care of me, just a little bit, so I wouldn’t have to take them dives for the short-end money…I coulda had class. I coulda been a contender. I coulda been somebody, instead of a bum, which is what I am.