- Melody: [reading from a tombstone] "Fifty years' happiness." How long's fifty years?
- Daniel: A hundred and fifty school terms, not including holidays.
- Melody: Will you love me that long?
- Daniel: [nods affirmative] Mmm-hmmm.
- Melody: I don't think you will.
- Daniel: Of course. I've loved you a whole week already, haven't I?
- Headmaster: If you're gallivanting off somewhere you can't be at school. If you can't be at school we can't teach you. And if we can't teach you, you'll end up a bunch of raving imbeciles like the generation above you.
- [in the school office about to get "slippered"]
- Mr. Dicks: Now, why are you here, Ornshaw?
- Ornshaw: Because you invited me, sir.
- Mr. Dicks: And why did I invite you, Ornshaw?
- Ornshaw: Well, because I couldn't translate the latin, sir.
- Mr. Dicks: Why, Ornsahw? WHY?
- Ornshaw: Because it's a bloody silly out-of-date language do you mean, sir?
- Mr. Dicks: Two was it, Ornhsaw... I think we'll make it four...
- [trying to hold his temper]
- Mr. Dicks: ...and why do you think it's a... silly out-of-date language, Ornshaw?
- Ornshaw: Well, because I couldn't speak to a dead roman even if I knew the bloody lingo, sir!