Goodbye, Mr. Chips Page #6

Live the dream of giving all we have

To give

Welcoming the day

There's one question I have to ask.

If you must.

When you said just now,

"Now I know for sure"...

...what exactly was it

that you knew for sure?

That I loved you, of course.

I can't think how you'd do.

considering you can choose...

When you love, you don't choose.

do you?

Look, let's be hank.

I'm not part of your world.

I'm afraid it's not a world

that I would wish to be part of.

Not even for you.

I like even for you.

We may find each other attractive

for different reasons.

- But how you could ever find...

- You've been into all that.

Don't go on all night.

It's wrong to start something

one can't finish.

Can't you?

Damn it, of course I can.

And I long to, what's more.

but we have nothing in common.

Nothing in the world.

And I refuse utterly to become

the secret lover of a well-known actress.

- Who said lover?

- Well, friend, I would like to be.

Who said friend?

What is there between lover and friend?

Husband.

Don't make stupid jokes, please.

This is serious.

Even if you still meant that tomorrow

when the drink has worn off...

...do you imagine that I would give up

my profession, my true vocation...

...as you know it is, to come to London

to live in your house...

...off your money

amongst all those awful Ursulas...

...and blight young things?

No.

Dear Miss Bridges,

I'm sorry to turn down a suggestion...

...which most men

would give up everything for...

...but I'm a schoolmaster...

...and a schoolmaster

is all I ever want to be.

Well, now, isn't that convenient?

Because all I ever want to be

is a schoolmaster's wife.

There's a certain tendency to tastelessness

in your jokes.

Humour ceases to be humour.

I will be warm

Hello, Mr. Chips.

And yours to hold

And we will stroll along the sand together

Hand in hand together for eternity

Aren't you glad to be

Walking through the world

With me?

Married? Married?

I don't believe it, you're lying.

I'm not, really, I'm not.

It was in the Times-

- Well, did it say who to?

- Oh, yes, a Miss Katherine Brisket.

- Brisket?

- Mm.

But you're making it up.

I'm not, honestly, I'm not.

And can you imagine

what she must be like?

Anyone who'd many Ditchie?

It's very good of you to honour us

with your presence at our weekly assembly.

Are they all in, dear?

Mr. Chipping and Herr Staefel aren't.

Ah, yes, Chipping is

waiting for his wife, I believe.

- Chipping's what?

- His wife.

- Surprising, isn't it?

- Flabbergasting.

- Who on earth?

- Who, indeed, huh?

That's the question we've all been asking

ever since we heard the news.

She's had a little difficulty

choosing the right dress.

We're very late.

Well, I can't help it, Max.

Don't look so solemn.

- No one's ever late for assembly.

- I'm fully aware of it.

It's someone he met

on one of his excursions...

...to the ancient ruins of Pompeii.

Something of an ancient ruin herself.

no doubt.

No, not necessarily, dear.

Oh, God, he looked at his watch.

In 20 years at Brookfield, I've never once

been late for weekly assembly, Max.

If this is going to be

the future pattern of my life...

Oh, dear fellow.

I do hope you've been wise.

Of course I've been wise, you old idiot.

A pretty face is not everything, you know,

dearest old fellow.

There are so many questions

of temperament and suitability.

Suitability?

That's a horrible word.

It isn't even in the dictionary.

- It's in Webster.

- Oh, Webster.

Are you implying

she isn't suitable for me?

No. I'm simply wondering

if she's suitable as your wife.

Here she is.

Oh, I'm so sorry, darling.

- Is this all light?

- Yes.

We must hurry,

the headmaster's waiting.

This is Max Staefel, my closest friend.

Oh, Chips has told me

so much about you...

...but, well, I expected someone far older

and much less handsome.

We must go.

An ancient ruin, did you say, my dear?

This isn't a joke, is it?

Chipping's plainly lost

all sense of proportion.

Some people might think he'd found it.

This gill is Chipping's wife?

We must assume so.

Why, do you know her?

Oh, do forgive us.

My wife had a little difficulty

choosing her dress.

Well, it's not my fault, it's Chips.

I put on six dresses before he approved.

And he approved of that one, hm?

I'm so terribly sorry about being late.

Chips tells me it's as bad

as being off your big number.

I don't quite understand

that allusion, Mrs. Chipping.

Oh, Mrs. Chipping.

Oh, I just love it when I'm called that.

But, um, you are that, yes?

Oh, yes, well and truly.

Well, unless Chips is a bigamist.

which I rather suspect.

How else would he have escaped

until now?

No, the allusion, headmaster.

was to the stage...

...which used to be my profession.

- Indeed?

- You're an actress, Mrs. Chipping?

Well, not even my best friends

would call me that.

Ah. And what would they call you?

A soubrette.

That's the gill in musical comedies

who usually sings the big number...

...and then loses the man.

In real life, they nearly always wind up

as wives of earls.

I nearly did, but luckily, I met Chips.

Regarding the derivation

of the word soubrette...

...there was an interesting discussion

in the Times recently...

Quite so, quite so.

I really think we ought to go in.

Urn, you don't know Lord Sutterwick,

I believe.

Oh, but I do, I think.

- I don't think so.

- But surely...

We must go in, dear.

the headmaster always goes in last...

...and the boys receive him standing

and in silence.

Sounds like a dream entrance.

The headmaster's a darling.

His wife's a b*tch.

That's not a word we use at Brookfield.

You should, I think.

Oh, I'm so nervous

you may have to carry me.

Do you see what I see?

I simply refuse to believe what I see.

Oh, good, I thought for a moment

these new glasses had let me down.

Goodness, what a commotion.

How the boys seem

to appreciate a pretty face.

Did you intend to say anything

about the gift of the new playing fields?

- It seemed a good occasion.

- I must ask you not to.

- Why ever not?

- Because there may not be one.

I'll explain later. Shall we?

All right.

so the curtsy made you look ridiculous.

- I didn't say that.

- Yes, you did.

What the hell have you got

against this bloody hat, anyway?

Look around.

see what the others are wearing.

Stand up and keep quiet.

Look at that old bag.

- She's put the baby's pot on.

- Shh.

Not the baby's pot either.

Her own.

As always.

we will start with the school song.

In the morning of my life

I shall look to the sunrise

At a moment in my life

When the world is new

And the blessing I shall ask

Is that God will grant me

To be brave and strong and true

And to fill the world with love

My whole life through

And to fill the world with love

And to fill the world with love

And to fill the world with love

My whole life through

In the noontime of my life

I shall look to the sunshine

At a moment in my life

When the sky is blue

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