Dead Poets Society

"Mr. Anderson! Don't think that I don't know that this assignment scares the hell out of you, you mole!"

"The point, Charlie... is... that she was thinking about me. I've only met her once, and already she's thinking about me."

Pitts: "Too bad."
Knox: "It's worse than 'too bad', Pittsie. It's a tragedy. A girl this beautiful in love with such a jerk."
Pitts: "All the good ones go for jerks. You know that."

"If I don't ask him, at least I won't be disobeying him."

"I was good. I was really good."

"I was the intellectual equivalent of a 98-pound weakling! I would go to the beach and people would kick copies of Byron in my face!"

"Mr. Anderson? Come on, are you a man or an amoeba?"

"Now, don't just walk off the edge like lemmings! Look around you!"