The Paper Chase Page #3

I did it

in Kingsfield's class.

This is a goddamn dance!

I'm telling you, the worst

thing a law student can do...

is get involved with a girl.

Affairs by their very nature

are time-consuming.

On the contrary, it's

the best thing you can do.

Nothing makes you

hornier than studying.

My father warned

me about that.

Your father's

full of sh*t.

He said the celibate mind

is sharper...

retains more

information.

The third year you can

get laid all you want to.

The only sensible thing

to do in a mess like this...

is find a woman that doesn't

make demands and hang on.

Hang on like hell.

Grab onto her b*obs

and don't let go.

Oh, no.

What?

I thought you set

the alarm at 12:
00.

I gotta study.

Oh, crap, I got

Kingsfield at 9:
00.

The auctioneer

is the agent of the vendor...

and the assent of

both parties is necessary...

to make

the contract binding.

An auction,

is not unaptly called then...

Iocus poenitentiae,

which means?

Mr. Hart?

Mr. Hart?

Mr. Bell?

Locus poenitentiae

means place of repentance...

or for changing one's mind.

You asleep?

No.

Where you been?

Walking on the point.

I was watching

the rowers.

I've been thinking.

About what?

The trouble with

entering the upper echelon...

is you have to work harder

to stay in it.

And you haven't been

working hard enough?

I haven't been

working hard enough...

since I've been

seeing so much of you.

I'm not getting

enough sleep.

I shouldn't have drunk

so much wine.

Seems so much energy

gets wasted.

Kingsfield caught me

Friday unprepared.

Not following

the discussion.

I swore he'd never catch me

unprepared again.

And it's all my fault?

Is that what you're saying?

Well... you don't give me

very much sustenance, Susan.

Much what?

Sustenance.

Alimentum victus.

Way of life. Livelihood.

Nourishment. Support.

Susan?

Susan?

Susan?

Susan!

You b*tch!

Susan!

Susan!

Hi.

I'll meet you out front.

Where have you been?

I've been sleeping

in the park.

You ought to try it sometime.

It's wildly therapeutic.

Hey! You missed the meeting

of the study group.

I'm sorry.

It won't happen again.

Anderson's right.

You cannot balance...

girls and law school

at the same time.

Kingsfield's having

a party in 2 weeks.

Day after Thanksgiving.

- What?

- He gives one every year

according to Toombs.

- We all got invitations.

I put yours on the typewriter.

- Fantastic.

I get enough of

the old bastard in class.

I don't have

a decent tie to wear.

Good night, Hart.

Yeah. Good night.

"Charles W. Kingsfield, Jr.

"Pleasure... cocktails...

"Friday, November 24.

R.S.V.P."

Greetings.

- How are you?

- Good.

Hi.

How are you?

Asheley, sweetheart...

I want you

to meet my friend.

Hart, I want you to meet

my wife Asheley.

This is Hart. We're in

the same study group.

Oh, hi.

How do you do?

Hello.

Jesus. If this is

supposed to give us...

closer contact

with the faculty...

someone made

a terrible mistake.

This place is fantastic.

It's just like

I thought it would be.

- It gives me the creeps.

- Don't be nervous.

Everyone's running around

getting bombed...

or trying to kiss

Kingsfield's ass.

Excuse me, Asheley.

Just make like you can

vanish or materialize...

anytime you like.

Anytime you like.

Have you said hello

to Kingsfield yet?

It's too crowded.

I thought I'd wait.

Oh, no, that's

his daughter.

Can you believe

Kingsfield has a daughter?

She just got back in town.

She's been in Europe.

He's in the study,

running this party...

just like he runs

his class... fear.

He's in with his pictures

of the Law Review of 1929...

a big leather chair,

and all his casebooks.

He needs a setting.

Wouldn't dream of it.

Besides, I don't think

you'll earn a goddamn penny.

Oh, let's not argue.

Hello, how are you?

Hart, have you gotten into

Warner vs. Davis yet?

Excuse me, Ed.

You going home? You haven't

paid homage to my father.

Why don't I take you

to meet him?

Why didn't you tell me you

were Kingsfield's daughter?

I'm not his daughter very much.

Why didn't you call me?

Wait a minute.

You left me in the park.

Why didn't you call me?

I knew I'd see

you here today.

You lied to me, Susan.

You told me your

last name was Fields.

My last name is Fields.

I'm married.

Oh, man.

We are...

We're separated.

He's still in Europe,

and we're getting a divorce.

So why come back?

Because my mother is in

a mental institution.

That's why I came back.

Sorry.

She's crazy as hell,

but I'm not.

Couldn't prove it by me.

I have spent

my required hour.

Would you like

to take a walk?

No. You look too different

dressed like that.

I've got to think.

Please, excuse me.

I'll be home at 9:00.

Did you have a nice walk?

What?

I can see

the resemblance.

I was just looking at some

photographs of my father...

and I don't see

the resemblance at all.

I look much more

like my mother.

It all makes

so much sense.

The way you looked at me

when I talked about him...

telling you things

that happened in class.

Didn't you ever want

to burst out laughing?

No. It's very serious.

I've been here before.

What do you mean?

My husband Philip

was a law student too.

It's some curse of my father's

that follows me around.

And that's why I didn't

invite you in the first night.

But when you came back,

there wasn't much I could do.

Where is Philip?

Is that his name?

Yes.

Where is he now?

We were married for 2 years...

and I saw where

my life was going...

and I didn't and I don't

want that kind of life.

You haven't answered

my question.

Where is Philip now?

Wandering around Europe

with a knapsack.

He dropped out of law school.

Why?

I refuse to answer

on the grounds...

that it may incriminate me.

I don't like the way

you're looking at me.

It was much nicer before

not having any background.

I wouldn't say that.

Our relationship

has changed.

It certainly has.

I'm going to ask you

a question.

You came back here because

I'm Kingsfield's daughter.

That's not a question.

That's an answer.

Now...

suppose I write you

a contract.

It says...

"I agree for $100

to paint your apartment

with white paint."

Is there any difference

between this...

and a contract which says...

"You agree to paint

my apartment with white paint...

provided I pay you $100."

Mr. Brooks.

You won't find it in

the casebook, Mr. Brooks.

It's just a hypothetical.

I am waiting, Mr. Brooks.

I'm not sure I understood it all.

Could you tell me it again?

In one case,

there are two mutual promises.

In the other, there is

a condition on a promise.

Mr. Brooks, do you know

the difference between...

a condition on a promise

and a promise?

Mr. Brooks, did you

read this material?

Yes, I did read the material.

I memorized the facts.

- I have a photographic memory.

- A what?

A photographic memory.

Would you repeat that?

A photographic memory.

A photographic memory...

is of absolutely no use

to you, Mr. Brooks...

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