Goodbye, Mr. Chips Page #4

A series of, what is it, hits,

a dazzling career?

- No.

- What do you mean, no?

I mean, no.

Look, Mr. Chips.

Seems to me

you've learned just about everything...

...but you haven't learned

the first thing about me.

Ever heard of a captain

who hates the sea? That's me... I.

Only with I, me, it's the theatre.

You tell me the show must go on.

and what do I answer?

Why?

Now, come on, Apollo, just speak to me.

I'm going to bleak all the rules

and ask you something specific.

Well?

Did he speak?

Very clearly.

What did he say?

- If I tell, it won't happen.

- That is the new moon, not Apollo.

You won't get me to tell.

Know yourself.

That's quite a watchword.

You're most retentive.

Give me a good line

and I can remember it.

You smiled

I smiled

We smiled

And the sky

Smiled too

It was love

They call me Ditchie,

short for "ditchwater, dull as."

They think I'm a bore

and they're probably light.

No, no.

Oh, yes.

But I wouldn't mind them

thinking me a bore...

...if I could only get them to see

how much I really do like them...

...and care for them.

I...

What's the matter?

I was blowing my nose.

There isn't any law against that, is there?

- But I thought you were cry...

- Well, I was.

And there isn't any law

against that either.

- But in heaven's name, why?

- Doesn't matter.

Give me some more of that.

Look, this Epomeo

really is most awfully strong.

But if it's gonna make you start

squirting tears all over the table...

just because my pupils

find me a dull teacher...

Oh, heavens.

I really am most awfully sorry.

What 101?

I've been talking so much

about myself...

...I'd completely forgotten

what your problems were...

...and what good reasons

you have to cry.

You must forgive me.

Well done, Mr. Chips.

Quite up to form.

I think you're the nicest man

I've ever met in my life.

Now, faced with that challenge,

what do you think of me?

Or do I really want to know?

Yes, I do. Go ahead.

Well, I think Mr. Calbury

is a very foolish man.

Thank you. Go on.

There are plenty of other men

besides Mr. Calbury.

You're very young.

you're very attractive...

...and you're bound to find

someone else.

Someone who'll realise how lucky he is

and won't ever let you go.

Go on.

Someone who'll give you that escape

from the stage that you imply you want.

Someone from quite a different background

than your present one.

Someone who happens

to love you very much at this moment.

And when he gets to know you better...

...can, I'm sure, only love you more

and more and more.

Someone, in fact,

like Johnnie Longbridge.

Oh, I've been wanting to do this all

evening. and now I'm going to do it.

Nobody and nothing's going to stop me.

- What?

- This.

Really, Miss Bridges, I hate to say it, but

I think just a touch too much of the wine.

Not a touch too much, a lot too much,

and I feel wonderful.

Oh, Mr. Chips.

You really are...

...well...

...Mr. Chips.

Oh, what a wonderful day it's been.

Yes.

Yes, indeed. Quite wonderful.

Can't we make it a wonderful night too?

Ah. Well, as it happens, Miss Bridges...

...for tomorrow,

I have a rather tight curriculum.

Well, loosen it.

Tonight, Mr. Chips,

you and I are going to make whoopee.

The term is new to me.

What does it mean?

Almost anything, really.

I really must go.

It's been a very, very great pleasure.

It really has.

And may I wish you a very safe

and a very happy journey home.

Apollo, Apollo

You're the god of song

That's what Mr. Chips has told me

He is never wrong

He also says you're the god of prophecy

Cassandra's gift was a gift from you

Sn any dream you may care to offer me

Will, I know, come true

Apollo

Is it love?

Brookfield.

Brookfield Station.

Seven weeks

Of home sweet home are over

They're over

Seven weeks of Mother's cooking

Mother's love

And Mother's looking after

And laughter

And living in clover

Are over

Moreover, '14 weeks of Michaelmas term

Stretch endlessly ahead

Fourteen weeks of nameless horror

Wait to be unfurled

Fourteen weeks of Latin verbs

I wish that I were dead

Fourteen weeks of school cap-tipping

Filthy food and Mr. Chipping

Fourteen weeks in the dungeon

Of a schoolboy's world

But one day

One day

When I am older

I'll be the president of Peru

I'll own an emerald mine or two

I'll swim for England

In the next Olympic games

When I am older

I'm going to be a playboy farmer

I'm going to be a lady-charmer

I'm gonna be a knight in armour

Find a damsel and disarm her

When I am older

I'll be the multi-est millionaire

I'll be the fellow beyond compare

I'll be the hero

That the populace acclaims

- I'm going to carve the world in pieces

- I'm going to be as rich as Croesus

Think of the mighty empire I shall rule

When I am older

When I am older

Wiser and bolder

On the day that I get out of school

I'm gonna be a fine musician

I'm gonna be a rich physician

I'm going to be a politician

I shall be an obstetrician

I'll achieve my great ambition

When I am older

I'll be the fellow who makes the rules

I will abolish public schools

I'll be the chairman

Of at least a hundred boards

When I am older

I'll run a fleet of ocean tankers

I'll buy a street of merchant bankers

I'll be the greatest man you've ever seen

When I am older

Wiser and bolder

Just as soon as I am 17

Are you for Brookfield?

If I knew where it was.

The other boys didn't tell you?

No.

Well, that happens.

I'm afraid pets aren't allowed.

Oh, no.

If they take Delilah from me,

I won't want to live.

Yes, you will.

She's very beautiful, Delilah.

Who's your housemaster?

Mr. Fenwick.

Oh, good. He's not an animal hater.

In fact, he's already looking after quite

a large menagerie for his boys already.

White mice, canaries,

a couple of rabbits and a snake.

He can certainly cope with Delilah.

Ale you a master?

Yes.

- Sir, I shouldn't have sat...

- Yes, you should.

I was a new boy here myself once,

a long time ago.

I had a myna bird, I remember...

...which I taught to say,

"Brookfield forever."

They took that away from me,

and they were quite right.

Its sense of timing was peccable.

Peccable, sir?

Faulty.

I should have said faulty,

it's a better word.

Well, I'll show you the way.

It's not very far.

Would you take Delilah?

I can see why you love her,

she's quite delightful.

And better let me take these.

Absolutely blind drunk, my dear fellow.

It was most embarrassing.

I mean, I'm known in Naples.

and can you imagine?

I was almost raped.

- Oh, man, you exaggerate so.

- No, I don't.

And I don't flatter myself

about the incident either.

It was all rather a pity.

Until that moment, I'd found her really,

rather surprisingly civilized.

Tiny little thing, very pretty hair.

Why pick on me?

An old stick in the mud.

It's a very accurate description of you.

Don't rub it in, Max.

But then, musical-comedy actresses

can't be quite normal...

...with all that dressing up

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