- Hey, pardon me for asking, but who`s this little, old man?
- What little, old man?
- That little, old man.
- Ow, that one, that`s my grandfather.
- Your grandfather?
- Yeah.
- That`s not your grandfather.
- It is, you know.
- But I`ve seen your grandfather, he lives in your house.
- Aw, that`s my other grandfather, but he`s my grandfather as well.
(...)

-Czterdzieści pięć.
-Na maksa go!
-Jest maks...
-Aaaaaaa, powiem, powiem!!
-Zatrzymaj.
-To ja,ja sam. Nikt mi nie pomagał!!!

Keating - Can you keep a secret?? [...] The Dead Poets were dedicated to sucking the marrow out of life. That's a phrase from Thoreau we'd invoke at the beginning of every meeting. You see, we would gather at the old indian cave and take turns reading from Thoreau, Whitman, Shelley; the biggies. Even some of our own verse. And in the enchantment of the moment, we'd let poetry work its magic. [...] We weren't a Greek organization. We were romantics. We didn't just read poetry, we let it drip from our tongues, like honey. Spiryts soared, women swooned and gods were created, gentelmen. Not a bad way to spend an evening, eh?
Neil - I say we go tonight. Who is in??
Nuwanda - I'm in!

"King Size" ???
tak??

Tak tylko tytuł się inaczej pisze -poprostu "Kingsajz"

-Spokojnie, trenerze.Lepiej na tym zakończ.
-Dobra dzieciaku.Powiedz co masz do powiedzenia.
-Dzięki.Chciałem tylko powiedzieć...że jestem frajerem.I jestem tu dzisiaj żeby stanąć w obronie praw innych frajerów.Całe nasze życie byliśmy wyśmiewaniprzez co czuliśmy sie gorsi.I dzisiaj ci dranie, zniszczyli nasz dom.Dlaczego?Bo jesteśmy mądrzy?Bo wyglądamy inaczej?Cóż, nie.
Jestem frajerem i... jestem z tego cholernie dumny.