The Paper Chase (1973)
Susan Fields: I know there's a lot of things to say, but it really isn't worth saying them, so please just get out.
Charles W. Kingsfield Jr.: You teach yourselves the law, but I train your minds. You come in here with a skull full of mush; you leave thinking like a lawyer.
Susan Fields: They finally got you, Hart, they sucked all that Midwestern charm right out of you. Look, he's got you scared to death. You're going to pass, because you're the kind the law school wants.
Charles W. Kingsfield Jr.: Mr. Hart, here is a dime. Take it, call your mother, and tell her there is serious doubt about you ever becoming a lawyer.
James T. Hart: [pause, as he is leaving the room] You... are a son of a bitch, Kingfield!
Charles W. Kingsfield Jr.: Mr. Hart! That is the most intelligent thing you've said today. You may take your seat.
Franklin Ford III: Damn good.
James T. Hart: It was a good answer - not a complete analysis, not a hard question - but the point is, I did it. I did it in Kingfield's class, this is a goddamn dance.
James T. Hart: I found something. There's a room above the stacks that have all the professors' old notes from when they were law students here. They're just sitting there waiting. I want to see the notes... I want to see Kingsfield's notes on contracts.
Franklin Ford III: Oh no, I know what you're thinking.
Franklin Ford III: Uh-uh.
Toombs: Kingsfield drove him mad. He's driven a lot of lawyers mad over the past 40 years that he's been teaching here. I heard he ripped up a 1-L this morning so bad, the guy lost his breakfast.
James T. Hart: That's true. That was me.
William Moss, Tutor: So you flunked all your practice exams, huh? Every one?
Kevin Brooks: Yeah, every one.
William Moss, Tutor: Aww man, don't look like that, you'll be saved. Every person in this house almost flunked out of law school in their first year. It's not hard to see why; they had broads on the brain. It's the worst thing that can happen to a first-year law student. I don't suppose that's your problem?
Kevin Brooks: No, no. I'm married.
William Moss, Tutor: Well, the vote's split on that, but I've saved all kinds. I moved in here and saved all these dum-dums. They'll all graduate, all from Harvard. Did you bring any samples of your work?
Kevin Brooks: Yeah, I brought some notes...
William Moss, Tutor: Notes don't mean a thing.
Charles W. Kingsfield Jr.: Mr. Hart, would you recite for us the facts of Hawkins versus McGee?
Charles W. Kingsfield Jr.: I do have you name right? You are "Mr. Hart"?
James T. Hart: [mumbles] Yes, my name's Hart.
Charles W. Kingsfield Jr.: You're not speaking loud enough, Mr. Hart. Will you speak up?
James T. Hart: Yes, my name's Hart.
Charles W. Kingsfield Jr.: Mr. Hart, you're still not speaking loud enough. Will you stand? Speak louder, Mr. Hart! Fill the room with your intelligence!
Susan Fields: Here's your mail.
[hands Hart an envelope marked "GRADES ENCLOSED"]
Susan Fields: I just got a letter from my father, something very interesting. My divorce is final. A piece of paper, and I'm free.
Susan Fields: Aren't you going to open your grades?