The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie Page #4

say prime is best?

Miss Brodie never got married

like our mothers and fathers.

- They don't have primes.

- They have sexual intercourse.

- Oh, I don't like to think about it.

- You don't have to.

It happens on

the spur of the moment.

You lead.

- How do you know?

- About what?

What you were saying... about how sexual

intercourse happens on the spur of the moment.

Because it happened to Teenie,

that works in my father's shop...

when she was out walking

at Puddocky with her boyfriend.

They had to get married.

You'd think the urge would have passed

by the time they'd got their clothes off.

Yes. That's what

I can't understand.

People take their clothes off

in front of each other.

It's so rude.

They're bound to be

put off their passion.

Do you think Miss Brodie

ever had sexual intercourse...

with Hugh of Flanders field...

before he fell?

I don't know.

I don't think

they did anything like that.

Their love

was above all that.

Well, Miss Brodie said

they clung to each other...

with passionate abandon

on his last leave.

I don't think they took

their clothes off though. Do you?

No. I can't see it.

Observe, little girls,

the castle.

It is built on a rock

of volcanic plug.

It was through

one of yon windows...

that Mary, Queen of Scots

lowered her infant son...

straight down 187 feet

in a basket in a high wind.

Mary McGregor, will you please

do up your shoelace?

Oh. Observe the litter.

In Italy, Mussolini has put an end

to litter in the streets.

Do any of you little girls remember what

the followers of Mussolini are called?

- Fascisti.

- That is correct. F-A-S-C-I-S-T-I.

Fascisti.

And Mussolini is called?

- "Dukee".

- II Duce. That is to say, the leader.

II Duce.

We move on.

Ah.

Straighten your shoulders,

Mary McGregor.

All you girls must learn to

walk with your heads up, up...

like Sybil Thorndike,

a woman of noble mean.

In the Kirk

of the Greyfriars...

on the 20th day

of February, 1638...

the people of Scotland

pledged themselves...

to the Presbyterian faith.

Many of them used their own blood

to sign the covenant.

- Ew.

- This part of Edinburgh is very rich in history.

It is very romantic.

So you see, little girls,

you must always remember...

you are citizens of Edinburgh,

city of Hume and Boswell.

You are Europeans,

not dowdy provincials.

- Sandy, what on earth are you doing?

- Walking like Sybil Thorndike.

You know, one day, Sandy,

one day you will go too far.

- Hello.

- Oh, Mr. Lloyd.

Girls, you know Mr. Lloyd, the art master

from the senior school.

- Yes.

- Good afternoon, Mr. Lloyd.

- Good afternoon, girls.

- Mr. Lloyd has his studio somewhere in this neighborhood.

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