Dr. Frank Bryant:
Did you know that Macbeth was a maggoty apple? Not many people know that!
[
Frank has just been officially reprimanded for being drunk while giving a lecture]
Dr. Frank Bryant:
Sod them, eh, Rita! Sod them!
Rita:
Will they sack you?
Dr. Frank Bryant:
Good God no. That would involve making a decision. Pissed is all right. To get the sack, it would have to be rape on a grand scale. And not just with students, either. That would only amount to a slight misdemeanour. No, for dismissal it would have to be nothing less than buggering the Bursar.
[
Rita discovers Frank packing all his books into crates]
Rita:
Have they sacked you?
Dr. Frank Bryant:
I made rather a night of it last night so they're giving me a holiday. Two years in Australia.
Rita:
Did you bugger the Bursar?
Dr. Frank Bryant:
Metaphorically.
Rita:
Christ! My customer! She only come in for a demi-wave, she'll come out looking like a flippin' muppet!
Collins:
Doctor Bryant, I don't think you're listening to me.
Dr. Frank Bryant:
Mr Collins, I don't think you're saying anything to me.
Collins:
Doctor, are you drunk?
Dr. Frank Bryant:
Drunk? Of course I'm drunk. You don't really expect me to teach this when I'm sober.
Collins:
[
angrily bundling his books together] Then you won't mind if I leave your tutorial.
Dr. Frank Bryant:
Why should I mind?
[
first words to Rita as she opens the door of her flat]
Trish:
Wouldn't you just *die* without Mahler?
[
Rita is being nosy about Frank's marriage]
Dr. Frank Bryant:
We split up, Rita, because of poetry.
Rita:
You what?
Dr. Frank Bryant:
One day, my wife explained to me that, for the past fifteen years, my output as a poet had dealt entirely with the part of our lives in which we discovered each other.
Rita:
Are you a poet?
Dr. Frank Bryant:
Was. And so, to give me something new to write about, she left me. A very noble woman, my wife - she left me for the good of literature. And remarkably it worked.
Rita:
What, you wrote a lot of good stuff, did ya?
Dr. Frank Bryant:
No. I stopped writing altogether.
[
Trish has just tried to kill herself; Rita goes to visit her in hospital]
Rita:
Why?
Trish:
Darling, why not?
Rita:
Oh, Trish, don't. Come on, it's all right, don't cry. You're still here.
Trish:
That's why I'm crying - it didn't work. It didn't bloody work.
Rita:
Trish. Look, you didn't really mean to kill yourself. You were just...
Trish:
Just what, darling? Poor Susan. You think you've got everything, don't you?
Rita:
Trish, you have.
Trish:
Oh yes. When I listen to poetry and music, then I can live. You see, darling, the rest of the time it's just me. And that's not enough.
Rita's Mother:
There must be better songs to sing than this...
Rita's Father:
Say, Denny. Denny, I'm sorry for you, lad. If she was a wife of mine I'd drown her.
Rita:
If I was a wife of yours I'd drown meself.
Denny:
In my family, a man has only to look at a woman and she's pregnant.
Rita:
That's because you're all so cockeyed.
Dr. Frank Bryant:
Morgan? Fuck off!
[
first lines]
[
Frank walks on campus and addresses some students]
Dr. Frank Bryant:
Good afternoon.
[
last lines]
[
Rita is saying goodbye to Frank at the airport departure gate]
Rita:
Frank.
Dr. Frank Bryant:
What?
Rita:
Thanks.
Customer in Hairdressers:
What's that book you're reading, love?
Rita:
Somerset Maugham, "Of Human Bondage".
Customer in Hairdressers:
[
knowingly] Ohh, my husband's got loads of books like that.
Rita:
You're a student, aren't you?
Student:
Yes.
Rita:
So am I.
Rita:
I'm beginning to find me. It's great.
Rita:
I don't often get the chance to talk to someone like you.
Dr. Frank Bryant:
I'm honored you chose me.
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