Dead Poets
*smoking pipes*
Pitts
*coughs badly*
Charlie
That a boy, Pittsie. Inhale, deeply.
Meeks
My dad collects a lot of pipes.
Todd
Really?
Meeks
He must have 30.
Pitts
Your parents collect pipes? Oh that's really interesting! *sarcastically*
Dead Poets
*laugh*
Charlie
Come on, Knox, join in!
Cameron
Yeah, we're all here to help.
Meeks
Yeah what's wrong?
Dead Poets
It's Chris!
Pitts
Here's a picture of Chris for you! *shows the page with the very naked women
appears to be on*
Meeks
Put that in your pipe and smoke it!
Knox
That's not funny!
Charlie
Knock it off! Smoke your pipes.
Neil
*walks in with old lamp in hands*
Pitts
Neil!
Neil
Friends! Scholars, Welton men.
Meeks
What is that Neil?
Neil
*sits besides Todd*
Pitts
Duh! It's a lamp, Meeks.
Neil
No! This is the god of the cave! *gets lampenkap off, all that remains is a beeldje*
Charlie
*gets a sax from behind him*
Meeks
The god of the cave!
Charlie
*plays one note on the sax*
Neil
Charlie, what are you doing?
Charlie
What about we start this meeting?
Todd
Yeah yeah yeah, I need a light. Who's got a light?
Charlie
*stands up* Gentlemen... "Poetrusic" by Charles Dalton. *plays sax badly*
Dead Poets
Oh no!
Meeks
Oh man!
Charlie
Laughing, crying, tumbling, mumbling.
Dead Poets
*Chuckle*
Charlie
Gotta do more, gotta be more. *plays sax badly*
Dead Poets
*Chuckle*
Charlie
Chaos screaming, chaos dreaming. Gotta do more, gotta be more! *Plays sax really
good*
Dead Poets
*Look up at Charlie in awe* (except for Konx who is looking at the ground)
Charlie
*still playing, kneels down in front of Knox* *stops playing* *ruffles Knox' hair*
Dead Poets
*applause*
Cameron
Wow! Nice!
Neil
That was great! Where did you learn to play like that?
Charlie
*Sits back down next to Knox* My parents made me take the clarinet for years!
Cameron
I love the clarinet!
Charlie
I hated it.
Dead Poets
*laugh* (except for Cameron)
Charlie
The saxophone. The saxophone is more... Sonorous.
Cameron
Ooohh... Sonorous, vocabulary.
Knox
I can't take it anymore! *stands up aggressively* If I don't have Chris I'm gonna kill
myself.
Charlie
Knoxious, you gotta calm down.
Knox
No! Charlie. That's just my problem. I've been calm all my life. I'm gonna do
something about it. *starts walking away*
Neil
Where are you going?
Charlie
What are you gonna do?
Knox
I'm gonna call her. *leaves*
Dead Poets
He's gonna call her! *stand up and leave as well*
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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...
