To Sir, with Love (1967)
Mark Thackeray: [entering classroom and seeing smoke] All you boys, out. Girls stay where you are. Out.
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!
Mark Thackeray: It seems you know so little, and are so easily amused, I can look forward to a very happy time.
Mark Thackeray: I believe one should fight for what one believes. Provided one is absolutely sure one is absolutely right.
Barbara Pegg: If you want to dance wif me, you bleedin' well ask proper!
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.
Gillian Blanchard: [talking to Mark about Pamela Dare on the bus] Make no mistake about Pamela... she's a woman in every sense of the word.
Pamela Dare: Sir, would you dance with me tonight?
Mark Thackeray: Of course, but nothing too fast. I'm getting much too old for that sort of thing Miss Dare.
Pamela Dare: We'll make it something special, promise?
Mark Thackeray: Promise.
Pamela Dare: Sir, would you call me Pamela tonight?
Mark Thackeray: Yes... Pamela.
Barbara Pegg: You ever been broke, Sir? Real broke? Skint?
Mark Thackeray: Yup. Many, many, many times.
Ingham: Oh, I don't understand you a bit Sir. I mean, you're a toff, and you ain't.
Mark Thackeray: Huh?
Moira Joseph: Sir, what he means is, blimey, I can't sorta put it into words, or anything, but...
Barbara Pegg: Well, Sir, you're like us, but you ain't, I mean, you're not. It's kinda scary, but nice. You know what I mean, don't you?
Mark Thackeray: Well, I... I don't know how to answer you, except to say that I teach you truths. My truths. Yeah, and it is kinda scary, dealing with the truth. Scary, and dangerous...
Mark Thackeray: If you apologize because you are afraid, then you're a child, not a man.
Mark Thackeray: Marriage is not for the weak, the selfish, the insecure.
[Mr. Thackeray, retaining his calm manner after excoriating the female students for their disgusting and sluttish behavior, returns to his classroom with the windows open after the females got ridden of a "sanitary pad" they brought inside]
Mark Thackeray: [grabs the books from his desk and drops them into the wastebasket] Those are out. They are useless to you. I suddenly realized that you are not children, that you'll be adults in a few weeks with all the responsibilities that implies. So from now on, you will be treated as such by me and by each other. As adults, responsible adults. Next, we are going to reasonable with each other. We are just going to talk, you and I. You are going to listen without interruption, and when I am finished, one of you may have your say without interruptions. Next, as...
[Pamela rudely storms into the classroom, interrupting Thackeray new adult approach method]
Pamela Dare: Oh, blimey, what a morning I've had. Everything's gone wrong. First of all, the bleeding alarm didn't go off. Then I had to wait hours for a bus. Do you know, I think I must have stood there for about three bleeding hours waiting for a bus...
Mark Thackeray: For example, there are two ways to enter a room. One is like an adult, a lady with dignity. The other is like a brat. Miss Dare has just shown us the second way. Perhaps she would care to demonstrate the first.
[Pamela gets up and walks out of the classroom, then two seconds later walks back in politely]
Pamela Dare: [to the class, quietly] I'm sorry I'm late.
[Pamela takes her seat at her desk]
Mark Thackeray: [continues] Next, we are all going to observe certain courtesies in this classroom. You will call me "sir" or "Mr. Thackeray". The young ladies will be addressed as "Miss", the boys by their surnames.
Potter: [protests] Yeah, why should we call 'em "Miss"? We know 'em.
Mark Thackeray: I beg your pardon?
Potter: I said, why should we call 'em "Miss", sir? We know 'em.
Mark Thackeray: Is there any one of these young ladies you feel does not deserved to be addressed as "Miss"?.
Potter: [Potter waits for five seconds, then responds] No, sir.
Mark Thackeray: Good. Next, general deportment. First, the young ladies. They must prove that they are worthy and appreciative of the courtesies we are going to show them. Soon, boyfriends and marriage will concern you. No man likes a slut for long. Only the worst type will marry one. And the competition for men on the outside is rough. Next, men, I've garbage collectors who are cleaner. Toughness is a quality of the mind, like bravery, honesty, and ambition. If you want to wear your hair long, clean it, or else you will soon get lice and smell. Soon your principal interest will be girls. You will be much more attracted to them with clean clothes, clean shoes, hands, face, teeth, et cetera. Now, any... any questions?
[Babs raises her hand]
Mark Thackeray: Miss Pegg.
Barbara Pegg: What about Mr. Weston, sir? He's never tidy and his are never brushed. And his hair's a mess, ain't it?
[the students all agreeing]
Mark Thackeray: Mr. Weston is not your teacher. We won't discuss him. I'm the one to criticize if I fail to maintain the standards I ask of you.
Denham: [protests] That's not fair.
Mark Thackeray: [walks to Denham; corrects him] "Sir", or "Mr. Thackeray". Didn't you understand?
Denham: That's not fair... sir.
Mark Thackeray: I agree, but that's just an example of the many things you'll have to put up with when you're an adult. You'll just have to take it.
Mark Thackeray: Next, we are going to talk about various...
[Mr. Florian, the school principal, steps inside the classroom to check up on Thackeray]
Florian: Good morning.
Mark Thackeray: Good morning.
Florian: I just wanted to see how you were getting it on.
Mark Thackeray: Fine, thank you, sir.
Florian: Good. Well, thank you.
[Mr. Florian leaves; the students all chuckle. Thackeray throws away a piece of rope, then removes a student's sunglasses from his face. Palmer, a student, raises his hand]
Mark Thackeray: Palmer?
Palmer: What are we going to talk about, sir?
Mark Thackeray: About life, survival, love, death, sex, marriage, rebellion. Anything you want.
Denham: [to Pamela Dare] I know what's bothering you! You fancy him!