#incorrect dead poets society
charlie: where did neil go?
charlie:hmm
charlie: HOW IS TODD EVEN COOL?
neil, burrowing up through the floor like a ground hog: TODD IS A GLORIUS, ENTRANCING, BEAUTIFUL, SENSUAL FLOWER POET, YOU INSOLENT BAG OF WEEDS
charlie: found him
cameron: you know, sometimes you make me angry
charlie:
cameron:
charlie: well, art is supposed to evoke emotion
charlie: we should just date each other
knox:yeah
knox: but i think we have to date chris too
meeks: you’re ridiculous
charlie: i prefer the terms “incredibly handsome” or “mind-blowingly cool” or even just “the boy of your dreams” but that works too
charlie: this is my ex-boyfriend, meeks
meeks: i told you to stop calling me that.
meeks: i’m his husband
charlie: cam, you are the greatest husband ever. i wish i could marry you all over again
charlie: [gasps loudly] let’s get divorced!
todd: neil you can’t do this every time I come home
neil, laying in the rose petals he scattered on the bed, illuminated by the candles that are todd’s favourite scent, while the bathwater runs: but I love you
cameron: I can’t believe we’re stuck in this room together!
charlie, swallowing the key: truly unfortunate
charlie:my biggest insecurity is that i can’t cartwheel. what do i do when i’m full with glee? just fucking stand there? it haunts me everyday
