If.... Page #2

- Certificate.

- Ringworm? Eye disease.

- No.

- V. D? Confirmation class?

- Eye disease?

V. D? Confirmation class?

- Ringworm?

- Right. Nextl

Sit down, sit down forJesus

The buggers at the back can't see

- Quiet in the dormitory!

- Sit down, sit down forJesus

Quiet!

Look at Fatso's blubber!

It's disgusting. It's a disease.

Christ! I'm infected.

I've got "elephantitis"!

Come on. Get out of it.

Get out. Get -

Come on. Move it.

Come on, Keating. Get out!

Fatso hasn't got elephantiasis.

He's just a fatJew.

Watch it, spotty.

You're not a whip yet.

Look, any more lip from you two,

you'll be down for a cold shower.

Dormitory inspection

in three minutes!

Central heating doesn't come this far,

I'm afraid...

but the room itself is quite warm.

It's a little bare,

but Mr. Britton made it very snug.

The marvelous thing is,

you're completely quiet up here.

You can see the chapel spire

when the leaves fall.

Have you a shilling?

Yes.

Do come down and see us

if you're at all lonely.

Thank you so much, Mrs. Kemp.

Junior dormitory inspection nowl

- What's this?

- My diary.

Well, keep it downstairs

in the sweat room.

All right. Good standard, Machin.

Keep it up. Good night.

Good night.

Come on, Travis. Stop showing off.

Senior dormitory inspection nowl

- Good evening.

- Evening.

Your hair's still long.

Get it cut.

Otherwise, very good, Stephans.

Lights out in 30 seconds.

- Good night.

- No talking.

Silence!

Jolly, jolly good, Stephans.

Jolly, jolly good, Stephans.

Jolly, jolly good.

Oh, jolly, jolly good, Stephans.

Jolly, jolly good.

You three had better watch it.

Don't push us, Stephans.

The day's coming.

What day?

One night we're gonna massacre you,

Stephans. I'll do you for free.

Townside windows

and skylights open tonightl

Lights outl

Stephans.

Whatever you're doing now, don't.

Quiet.

Hey, Peanuts. Peanuts.

- Is it true you've become a Buddhist?

- What?

Christl Don't you know

Buddhists believe in being immoral?

They worship sex.

You mean Hindus. Hindus worship sex.

Shut up. Go to sleep.

Paradise is for the blessed,

not for the sex-obsessed.

He who would

True valor see

Let him come hither

Out here will constant be

Come wind, come weather

There's no discouragement

Shall make him once relent

His first avowed intent

To be a pilgrim

Since, Lord

Thou dost defend us

With thy spirit

We know we at the end

Shall life inherit

Then fancies flee away

I'll fear not what men say

I'll labor night and day

To be a pilgrim

Let us pray.

I'll do what I can. I can't promise anything.

I'll see if there's a space for you.

Ah, Rowntree!

That'll be all. Thank you, Finchley.

I want to see all whips in my study after break.

Rate this script:4.0 / 3 votes