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Travesty. Horror. Decadence. Excrement

Dalton:Gentlemen, what are the Four Pillars?Dalton, Meeks, Neil, Knox, Todd Anderson:Travesty. Horror. Decadence. Excrement

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Gentlemen what are the four pillars
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Travesty horror decadence excrement
Available in 9 languages
Duration
10 seconds
Views
2,300
Timestamp in Movie
00:06:41
Uploaded
Feb 07, 2026
Genres
comedy, drama
Production
A Steven Haft Production,Witt/Thomas Productions

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Maverick teacher John Keating uses poetry to embolden his boarding school students to new heights of self-expression.
Good morning. - Dead Poets Society 00:07
Good morning.
It's open. - Dead Poets Society 00:31
It's open.
- Don't you ever dispute me in public. - Dead Poets Society 00:32
- Don't you ever dispute me in public.
Feathered friends for 600. - Dead Poets Society 00:09
Feathered friends for 600.
Why doesn't he let you do what you want? - Dead Poets Society 00:42
Why doesn't he let you do what you want?
McAllister: Slow down, boys. - Dead Poets Society 00:22
McAllister: Slow down, boys.
Again, please. - Dead Poets Society 00:25
Again, please.
Hey, Spaz. - Dead Poets Society 00:07
Hey, Spaz.
- Is he kidding? - Dead Poets Society 00:12
- Is he kidding?
O Captain my CaptainWho knows where that comes fromAnybodyNot a clueIt's from a poem by Walt Whitman about Mr Abraham LincolnNow in this class you can either call me Mr Keatingor if you're slightly more daring O Captain My Captain - Dead Poets Society 00:28
O Captain my CaptainWho knows where that comes...
Hello. - Dead Poets Society 00:08
Hello.
Now, let me dispel a few rumors so they don't fester into facts. - Dead Poets Society 00:21
Now, let me dispel a few rumors so they don't fester...
I was the intellectual equivalent of a 98 pound weaklingI would go to the beachand people would kick copies of Byron in my face - Dead Poets Society 00:09
I was the intellectual equivalent of a 98 pound weaklingI...
Now, Mr. - Dead Poets Society 00:20
Now, Mr.
Mr Pitts will you open your hymnal to page 542Read the first stanza of the poem you find thereTo the Virgins To Make Much of TimeYes that's the oneSomewhat appropriate isn't it - Dead Poets Society 00:19
Mr Pitts will you open your hymnal to page 542Read the first...
Seize the dayGather ye rosebuds while ye may - Dead Poets Society 00:08
Seize the dayGather ye rosebuds while ye may
They're not that different from you, are they? - Dead Poets Society 00:47
They're not that different from you, are they?
Dorsia. - Dead Poets Society 00:12
Dorsia.
Carpe... Hear it? Carpe... Carpe diem. Seize the day, boys. Make your lives extraordinary. - Dead Poets Society 00:31
Carpe... Hear it? Carpe... Carpe diem. Seize the day, boys....
This is Dorsia? Yes, dear. - Dead Poets Society 00:25
This is Dorsia? Yes, dear.