Todd
A yawp?
Mr. Keating
No, not just a yawp. A barbaric yawp!
Todd
Yawp. (really quietly)
Mr. Keating
Louder!
Todd
Yawp. (a little louder)
Mr. Keating
Oh come on, that's a mouse. Louder!
Todd
Yawp (not louder at all)
Mr. Keating
Oh good god, boy, yell like a ma-!
Todd
Yawp!!!
Mr. Keating
There it is. You see? You have a barbarian in you after all.
Todd
*Sits back down*
Mr. Keating
You don't get away that easy. There's a picture of uncle walt up there *points to
picture above board* What does he remind you of? Don't think, just answer.
Todd
A madman.
Mr. Keating
What kind of madman? Don't think about it, just answer.
Todd
A- a crazy madman.
Mr. Keating
No, you can do better than that. Let your imagination run wild. Say the first thing that
pops into your mind even if it is total gibberish. *starts circling Todd*
Todd
A- a sweaty-toothed madman!
Mr. Keating
Good god boy, there is a poet in you after all! There, close your eyes, close your eyes.
Come on close them. *puts hands before Todds eyes* Now, describe what you see.
Todd
Uhh... I close my eyes...
Mr. Keating
Yes?
Todd
Uh, and his image floats besides me.
Mr.Keating
A sweaty-toothed madman.
Todd
A sweaty-toothed madman with a stare that pounds my brain.
Mr. Keating
Oh that's excellent. Now give him action, make him do something!
Todd
His hands reach out and choke me.
Mr. Keating
That is wonderful. Wonderful! *gets hand of eyes*
Todd
And all the time he's mumbling.
Mr. Keating
What's he mumbling?
Todd
Mumbling... Truth.
Mr. Keating
Yes!
Todd
Truth, like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold.
All (except Neil)
*chuckle*
Mr. Keating
*closes Todd's eyes again* Forget them! Forget them. Stay with the blanket. Tell me
about that blanket.
Todd
Y-you push it you stretch it-
Mr. Keating
*Squats down and reaches his heart with his hand, looking in awe at Todd*
Todd
It'll never be enough. You kick at it, you beat it! It'll never cover any of us. From the
moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying, it'll just cover your face as
you wail and cry and scream. *Opens eyes*
All
...*Applause*
Mr. Keating
*Grabs Todd by the neck* Don't you forget this, boy.
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Dead Poets Society: the play
General FictionI promised someone I would write fan fiction of DPS but I haven't gotten around it yet. But, I didn't write this DPS script for a play. It's is a lot like the movie with some deleted scenes I added and a few minor changes. So I hope you guys will...
Scene 10: English Class
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