Goodbye, Mr. Chips Page #3

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A bit of a terror, isn't he?

-Look out, the old boy.

-Wetherby?

Trotting out the new man.

-This is your new colleague, Mr. Chipping.

-How do you do?

I want you to show Mr. Chipping

the ropes.

He is taking lower school

for preparation.

Good evening, Chipping. Anytime

you need to see me. Good evening.

-Good evening, sir.

-Lower school prep, eh?

-It's always the new master first day.

-You mustn't let them rag you.

-Take a look for drawing pins in your chair.

-Or rattraps in your desk.

-Thanks. I shall manage.

-You athletically inclined, Mr. Chipping?

Not that they ever become violent.

I mean, they don't carry weapons.

You mustn't take any notice

of these fellows.

The boys are a bit restless the first day.

New masters are an exciting

blood sport with them, but--

-The bell.

-You'll have to hurry.

-Good luck, Mr. Chipping.

-We'll keep our fingers crossed.

-Thank you very much.

-Mr. Chipping?

The headmaster has your

home address, naturally. Just in case.

Have you seen him?

What's he like?

New masters are always smelly.

-He's coming!

-Sit down.

Your cap, sir!

-Let me get it for you, sir!

-No, sir, let me!

-No, sir, I'll pick it up!

-No, sir, I will!

-That will do, thank you!

-We're glad to help.

Do you hear what I say?

Go to your places.

I have it, sir. I have it.

-It's a bit battered, sir.

-Do you lose your cap often?

-That's a silly question.

-Give that to me!

It's awfully dusty, sir. I'll see to it

for you, sir. It won't take a second, sir.

Give that to me.

-What's your name?

-Colley, sir.

Colley, back to your place.

Back to your places, all of you.

Yes, sir.

You will employ the hour

in writing an essay...

...on the book you were given

to read during the holidays.

I understand this was

Kingsley's Westward Ho!

If you're in difficulty,

I'll answer questions.

Thank you, sir.

-Sir?

What is it?

-Is a pencil all right?

-Of course not, idiot!

-Who's an idiot?

-Silence. I'll have no more of it.

-No more silence, sir?

-Sir?

-Who was Queen Elizabeth's husband, sir?

-She didn't have a husband.

-Surely you know what she was called?

-No, sir. What, sir?

Well, she was called the vir--

Well, she was called the--

-Never mind.

-Oh, sir. Please, sir.

-Please, tell us, sir.

-Get on with your work.

-Sir, who was Cadiz?

-Who was Cadiz? Who was Cadiz.

-Cadiz is a town in Spain.

-Of course, you ass.

-Isn't he an ass?

-Don't listen to him.

-May I kick him, sir?

-Quiet, please. Quiet.

-I think we'll get on with our work.

-Yes, sir.

-Well, is a pencil all right, sir?

-I don't care what you use...

...only please get on with your work.

-Yes, sir.

-At once, sir.

-Sir, how do you spell "armada" ?

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