Rushmore -- best school in country.
rich kids -- bad?
they can buy anything. But they can't buy
backbone. Don't let them forget that. Thank you.
Mr. Blume leaves the podium. Max leaps to his feet and leads
the applause. The organ starts and everyone stands up.
EXT. QUADRANGLE DAY
Mr. Blume and the headmaster, DR. GUGGENHEIM, come out of
the chapel among the throng of students.
Dr. Guggenheim wears a wool coat and smokes a pipe. He is
very dashing with silver hair and a warmly patronizing
manner. He walks with his hands clasped behind his back.
Two Jack Russell terriers follow quickly at his heels.
Are you free for graduation, Herman? Maybe you could give us
an encore. (whistles to the dogs) Nicholas! Copernicus!
(lighting a cigarette)
I don't give a shit. I paid for the whole damn natatorium.
The least these little pricks can do is hear me out.
Max has appeared beside them. Dirk tags along behind him.
My name's Max Fischer. I just wanted to tell you, I strongly
agree with your views concerning Rushmore.
You don't say. Tell me something. How long have you gone
Then you've been living in a dreamworld for ten years.
I know it, sir.
Max smiles broadly. They each notice that their haircuts are
identical, neatly parted on the side.
Your speech was excellent. Except I disagree with your ideas
about rich kids. Because. After all, we don't choose who our
fathers are. But that's really my only criticism.
(hesitates) Thank you.
Mr. Blume looks at Dirk staring up at him. Dirk says softly: