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Keating: It's open.
Keating: Neil, what's up?
Neil: Can I speak to you?
Keating: Certainly. Sit down.
Neil: I'm sorry. Here.
Keating: Excuse me. Get you some tea?
Neil: Tea. Sure.
Keating: Like some milk or sugar in that?
Neil: No, thanks. Gosh, they don't give you much room around
here.
Keating: No, it's part of the monastic oath. They don't want
worldly things
distracting me from my teaching.
Neil: She's pretty.
Keating: She's also in London. Makes it a little difficult.
Neil: How can you
stand it?
Keating: Stand what?
Neil: You can go anywhere. You can do anything. How can you
stand being here?
Keating: 'Cause I love teaching. I don't wanna be anywhere
else.
Keating: What's up?
Neil: I just talked to my father. He's making me quit the
play at Henley Hall. Acting's everything to me. I--But he
doesn't know. He--I can see his point. We're not a rich family
like Charlie's, and we--But he's planning the rest of my life
for me, and I-- H-He's never asked me what I want.
Keating: Have you ever told your father what you just told
me? About your passion for acting. You ever show him that?
Neil: I can't.
Keating: Why not?
Neil: I can't talk to him this way.
Keating: Then you're acting for him, too. You're playing the
part of the dutiful son. I know this sounds impossible, but you
have to talk to him. You have to show him who you are, what your
heart is.
Neil: I know what he'll say. He'll tell me that acting's a whim, and I should forget it. That how they're
counting on me.
He'll just tell me to put it out of my mind, "for my own good."
Keating: You are not an indentured servant. If it's not a
whim for you, you prove it to him by your conviction and your
passion. You show him that and if he still doesn't believe you,
well, by then you'll be out of school and you can do anything
you want.
Neil: No. What about the play? The show's tomorrow night.
Keating: Well, you have to talk to him before tomorrow night.
Neil: Isn't there an easier way?
Keating: No.
Neil: I'm
trapped.
Keating: No, you're not. |
