trask: mr. simms, you are a cover-up artist and you are a liar.
frank: but not a snitch!
trask: excuse me?
frank: no, i dont think i will.
trask: mr. slade.
frank: this is such a crock of *!
trask: please watch your language, mr. slade; you are in the baird school, not a barracks. mr. simms, ill give you one final opportunity to speak up.
frank: mr. simms doesnt want it. he doesnt need to be labeled, still worthy of being a baird man! what the hell is that? what is your motto here? boys, inform on your classmates, save your hide, anything short of that, were gonna burn you at the stake? well, gentleman, when the * hits the fan some guys run and some guys stay, heres charlie, facin the fire and theres george hidin in big daddys pocket. and what are you doing? and you are gonna reward george, and destroy charlie.
trask: are you finished, mr. slade?
frank: no, im just gettin warmed up! i dont know who went to this place, william howard taft, william jennings bryant, william tell, whoever, their spirit is dead, if they ever had one. its gone. youre buildin a rat ship here, a vessel for seagoin snitches. and if you think youre preparin these minnows for manhood, you better think again, because i say youre killin the very spirit this institution proclaims it instills. what a sham! what kind of a show are you guys puttin on here today? i mean, the only class in this act is sittin next to me, im here to tell you this boys soul is intact, its non-negotiable, you know how i know, someone here, and im not gonna say who, offered to buy it, only charlie here wasnt sellin.
trask: sir, youre out of order.
frank: ill show you out of order. you dont know what out of order is, mr. trask, id show you, but im too old, im too tired, im too ****in blind, if i were the man i was five years ago, id take a flame thrower to this place! out of order? who the hell do you think youre talkin to? ive been around, you know? there was a time i could see, and i have seen, boys like these, younger than these, their arms torn out, their legs ripped off, but there is nothin like the sight of an amputated spirit. there is no prosthetic for that, you think youre merely sendin this splendid foot solider back home to oregen with his tail between his legs, but i say youre executin
his soul! and why? because he is not a baird man. baird men, you hurt this boy, youre gonna be baird bums, the lot of you. and harry, jimmy, and trent, wherever you are out there, **** you too!
trask: stand down, mr. slade!
校长：西门斯先生，你是一个狡猾的包庇者，是一个说谎者。
斯莱德中校：却不是告密者。
校长：请原谅，再说一遍。
斯莱德中校：我不会原谅你，这纯粹是一堆狗屁话。
校长：请注意你的语言斯莱德先生，这里是拜尔德中学不是军营。西门斯先生我给你最后一次机会申辩。
斯莱德中校：西门斯先生不需要申辩，他不需要被贴上无愧于拜尔德人的标签。这到底
