To Sir, with Love
Mark Thackeray: (entering classroom and seeing smoke) All you boys, out. Girls stay where you are. Out. (closes door) Mark Thackeray: I am sick of your foul language, your crude behavior and your sluttish manner. There are certain things a decent woman keeps private, and only a filthy slut would have done this and those who stood by and encouraged her are just as bad. I don't care who's responsible - you're all to blame. Now, I am going to leave this room for five minutes by which time that disgusting object had better be removed and the windows opened to clear away the stench. If you must play these filthy games, do them in your homes, and not in my classroom!
Pamela Dare: Do you two... (wiggling her hips) Can you to shake?
Barbara Peg: Who does he think he is there? Cheeky devil.
Pamela Dare: (reading from her school book) And he had learned to love, I know not why, for this in such as him seemed strange of mood. But thus it was and though in solitude's small part the nipped affections have to grow, in him this glowed when all beside had ceased to glow.
Mark Thackeray: It seems that you know so little, and are so easily amused, that I can look forward to a very happy time.
Barbara Pegg: If you want to dance wif me, you bleedin' well ask proper!