Monsters University (2013), screenplay by Daniel Gerson, Robert L. Baird and Dan Scanlon; story by Dan Scanlon, Daniel Gerson and Robert L. Baird. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QqRTGxSGDNs HARDSCRABBLE: Scariness is the true measure of a monster. If you're not scary, what kind of a monster are you? It's my job to make great students greater, not make mediocre students less mediocre. That is why at the end of the semester there will be a final exam. Fail that exam, and you are out of the scaring program. (Crowd reacts.) So, I should hope you're all properly inspired. DIALOGUE ON DIALOGUE: Just prior to Dean Hardscrabble's address, Professor Knight invited her to give a "few words of inspiration" at the start of the first day of scaring class. In her short speech, she both sets the stakes for the story and starts the countdown timer. Through both where she looks, and the camera's POV that returns to Mike, we know exactly who she believes is going to wash out of the program. The story's prologue established that being a professional scarer is Mike's lifelong dream. This is the key scene that sets Mike's motivation to overcome the obstacles that threaten to keep him from graduation, whether Sully's arrogance or the less-than-stellar attitudes of the members of Oozma Kappa.

Dead Poets Society (1989), writer: Tom Schulman https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gQU3EphIpMY KEATING: Now, who's next? Mister Anderson. See you sitting there in agony. C'mon, Todd, step up. Let's put you out of your misery. ANDERSON: I...I didn't do it. I didn't write a poem. KEATING: Mister Anderson thinks that everything inside of him is worthless and embarrassing. Isn't that right, Todd, isn't that your worst fear? I think you're wrong. I think you have something inside of you that is worth a great deal. (Writing on the chalkboard) "I sound my barbaric yawp over the rooftops of the world. WW." Uncle Walt, again. Now, for those of you who don't know, a "yawp" is a loud cry or yell. Now, Todd, I would like you to give us a demonstration of a barbaric yawp. C'mon, you can't yawp sitting down. Let's go. C'mon, up. Now, get in yawping stance. ANDERSON: (walking to the front of class) A yawp? KEATING: No, not just a yawp. A barbaric yawp. ANDERSON: Yawp. KEATING: C'mon, louder. ANDERSON: Yawp. KEATING: Oh, that's a mouse! C'mon, louder! ANDERSON: Yawp. KEATING: Oh, good God, boy, yell--- ANDERSON: YAWP! KEATING: There it is. You see, you've a barbarian in you after all. Now, (stops Anderson) you don't get away that easy. Picture of Uncle Walt up there. What does he remind you of? Don't think. Answer. Go on. ANDERSON: A m..m..madman. KEATING: What kind of a madman? Don't think about it, just answer again. ANDERSON: A crazy madman. KEATING: No, you can do better than that. Free up your mind. Use your imagination. Say the first thing that pops into your head even if it's total gibberish. Go on, go on. ANDERSON: A sweaty-toothed madman. KEATING: Good God, boy, there's a poet in you after all. There, close your eyes. Close your eyes. Close 'em. (Covers Anderson's eyes.) Now, describe what you see. ANDERSON: Uh, I...I close my eyes... KEATING: Yes. ANDERSON: Uh, and this image floats beside me. KEATING: The sweaty-toothed madman... ANDERSON: ...the sweaty-toothed madman with a stare that pounds my brain... KEATING: Oh, that's excellent. Now, give him action. Make him do something. ANDERSON: ...his hands reach out and choke me. KEATING: That's it. Wonderful, wonderful. ANDERSON: ...and all the time he's mumbling... KEATING: What's he mumbling? ANDERSON: ...mumbling truth, truth like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold... (the class laughs) KEATING: Forget them, forget them! Stay with the blanket. Tell me about that blanket. ANDERSON: Y...y...you push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough. You kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover any of us. (Keating backs away and kneels.) From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying, it'll just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream. KEATING: (Rising) Don't you forget this. DIALOGUE ON DIALOGUE: Anyone who has seen this movie will remember the final scene where his students defiantly stand on their desks in honor of his efforts in their behalf. This scene demonstrates why John Keating became so loved by the students (and audiences). His teaching style helped his students grow, not through knowledge drummed into their brains, but by giving them a chance to grow and shine, even when they didn't realize they had it within. For me, the great moment in this scene is when Keating kneels to join the class as a student while Todd Anderson recites his impromptu poem and stands as the instructor at the head of the classroom.