This is one of the greatest movie scenes ever, in terms of writing and performance. EVERY SINGLE WORD is written and delivered with the greatest skill. Also, in light of recent events, I note that that the entire scene -- the characters, speech and setting -- is 100% Scottish and 100% British.

(The novel upon which the movie is based was written by Muriel Spark, who became unfortunately entangled with kikery when her mother set up house with a kike. The screenplay is by Jay Presson Allen, a Texan, who spent most of her career collaborating with Kikes in the production of kike agit-prop, LOLoco$tianity, et kikera. Allen: "I don’t do anything but write. I get up and I write and I write, until I have to go to sleep; then, I get up, eat something, then go back to work. I do a script very fast, because I don’t stop. All day. All night, until I’m too sleepy. Of course, I do a lot of rewriting. A tremendous amount of rewriting. The easiest part is going into some kind of overture. When you come out, you don’t know who wrote it. That’s kind of wonderful. You start writing at eight o’clock in the morning. The first thing you know it’s two, and you don’t remember that time. That’s when all the good stuff happens. If I have to labor and sweat, it’s never any good.")

Maggie Smith plays Jean Brodie a Scottish Fascist, and an admirer of Franco.

An excerpt from the screenplay:


SANDY: It's a painting of Mr. Lloyd's family. It starts with himself and his wife, and then all the children graded downwards to the baby and the dog on the floor. It's supposed to be funny...but the funniest part is, they all look like you.


SANDY: Yes. Even the baby. Everybody he paints looks like you.

MISS JEAN BRODIE: Hmm. You shall butter the scones, Sandy, dear. Be generous. Uh, does the portrait of Jenny look like me?

SANDY: Oh, yes. Mr Lloyd might want to paint me too.

MISS JEAN BRODIE: I doubt if having your portrait painted is going to be your career. Would you mind shutting the window, dear? There's a wee bit of a draft.

SANDY: What do you think it will be, Miss Brodie?

MISS JEAN BRODIE: Uh, what do I think what will be?

SANDY: My career.

MISS JEAN BRODIE: Well, you're quite intelligent, of course. Actually, Sandy, you have something more than mere intelligence. You have insight.

SANDY: There goes Miss Lockhart.

MISS JEAN BRODIE: The chemistry teacher?

SANDY: Yes. She's got her golf clubs. Monica saw Mr Lowther playing golf with Miss Lockhart...twice.

MISS JEAN BRODIE: Indeed? Well, I know very little of, uh, Miss Lockhart. I leave her to her jars and gases. We were talking about your insight, Sandy. You do have insight.... and Jenny...has got instinct. Jenny will be a great lover. She's like a heroine from a novel by Mr D.H. Lawrence. The common moral code will not apply to her. She will be above it. This is a fact which only someone with your insight should know about. You know, would make an excellent secret service agent...a great spy. Sandy, you must try not to peer at people. It makes a most rude impression.

SANDY: Why do you think I would make a good spy, Miss Brodie?

MISS JEAN BRODIE: Well, because you are intelligent and not... emotional. I've observed this constraint in you. It has, from time to time, distressed I myself am a deeply emotional woman. I feel many things passionately.

SANDY: I feel things, Miss Brodie.

MISS JEAN BRODIE: Well, everybody does, of course. It's simply a matter of degree. Actually, passion would be a great handicap to a spy.

SANDY: It would?


SANDY: What did you mean when you said that, uh... Jenny was above the common moral code?

MISS JEAN BRODIE: Oh, simply that it will not apply to her. She is the exception...and we can help Jenny to realize this. Oh, Sandy, dear, I forgot the hot water.

SANDY: I'll get it.

MISS JEAN BRODIE: Thank you, dear.

SANDY: Miss Brodie, how do you think that we can help Jenny?

MISS JEAN BRODIE: We can encourage her, give her confidence.

SANDY: Confidence for what?

MISS JEAN BRODIE: For when she is.... With a girl like Jenny...perhaps even.... Soon she will...know love. Do you understand that, Sandy?

SANDY: You mean she'll have affairs.

MISS JEAN BRODIE: Oh, Sandy, you do have insight.

SANDY: I am never wrong.

MISS JEAN BRODIE: I can always depend on you.


MISS JEAN BRODIE: Little girls, you must all learn to cultivate an expression of composure. It is one of the greatest assets of a expression of composure, come foul, come fair. Regard the Mona Lisa. She's older than the rocks on which she sits. Whom did I say to regard, Clara?

CLARA: The Mona Lisa, Miss Brodie.

MISS JEAN BRODIE: That is correct. Clara has artistic tendencies. Little girls, I am in the business of putting old heads on young shoulders. And all my pupils are the creme de la creme.


MISS JEAN BRODIE: Mr Lowther! Jean... Uh...

MR GORDON LOWTHER: Miss Brodie. Miss Mackay -- I've just left her. I don't know what to do.

MISS JEAN BRODIE: Did you wish to speak to me about something? What can you be up to, Gordon? Such a display in front of the children.

MR GORDON LOWTHER: It's Miss Mackay. She dismissed my class! She's found something terrible! Something incriminating! She demands to see us both together immediately! Immediately.

MISS JEAN BRODIE: I am not accustomed to being summoned immediately. Not by anyone.

MR GORDON LOWTHER: But, Jean, she sent me to get you! She said now.

MISS JEAN BRODIE: Please! Pull yourself together, Gordon. I promise I won't let Miss MacKay stand you in the corner. Just you wait there a minute. Well, your headmistress, Miss Mackay, wishes to see me for a few minutes. She has a wee problem she wishes to discuss with me. Now, what subject were we doing?

GIRLS: History, Miss Brodie.

MISS JEAN BRODIE: Oh, yes. Well, open your history books. While I'm away from the room, you will all read the chapter on the succession of the Stuarts. You will sit quietly in your seats and remain the Mona Lisa.


MISS MACKAY: Miss Brodie, do you know what this is?

MISS JEAN BRODIE: Ah, It would appear to be a piece of blue paper with writing on it, in pencil.

MISS MACKAY: It is, in fact, a letter. It was found by Miss McKenzie in a library book. She glanced at it, but after the first sentence, she dared not actually read it. She brought it instantly to me.

NISS JEAN BRODIE: Yes. Is it addressed to you?

MISS MACKAY: No, Miss Brodie. It is addressed to Mr Lowther. But it is signed by you. I shall begin.

MISS JEAN BRODIE: Oh, please do.

MISS MACKAY: Of course, I realize it is a forgery -- just the work of a child. "My dear, delightful Gordon, your letter has moved me deeply, as you may imagine, but, alas, I must ever decline to be Mrs Lowther. My reasons are twofold: I am dedicated to my girls, as is Madame Pavlova. And there is another in my life. He is Teddy Lloyd. Intimacy has never taken place with him. He is married to another. We are not lovers, but we know the truth. However, I was proud of giving myself to you when you came and took me in the bracken, while the storm raged about us. If I am in a certain condition, I shall place the infant in the care of a worthy shepherd and his wife. I may permit misconduct to occur again, from time to time, as an outlet, because I am in my prime. We can also have many a breezy day in the fishing boat at sea. We must keep a sharp lookout for Miss Mackay, however, as she's rather narrow, which arises from an ignorance of culture and the Italian scene. I love to hear you singing 'Hey, Johnny Cope.' But were I to receive a proposal of marriage tomorrow...from the Lord Lyon, King of Arms, I would decline it. Allow me, in conclusion, to congratulate you warmly on your sexual intercourse, as well as your singing. With fondest joy, Jean Brodie." -- Is this what your girls, your set, has learned under your auspices, Miss Brodie?

MISS JEAN BRODIE: It is a literary collaboration. Two separate hands are involved. One of the authors slants her tail consonants in an unorthodox manner, and the other does not. Also, the paper seems somewhat aged.

MISS MACKAY: Is that all you have to say?

MISS JEAN BRODIE: What else is there to say? Two little girls at the age of budding sexual fantasy have concocted a romance for themselves. They've chosen me as a romantic symbol. Is that so surprising?

MISS MACKAY: Do you deny that you encourage these fantasies, as you call them? Do you deny that by consorting openly with Mr Lowther, in Cramond, you lead these poor children into the most fevered conclusions? Not only Mr Lowther, but Mr Lloyd is brought into the circle of fire. Mr Lloyd, who has a wife and...six children. It is diabolic that infants should be knowledgeable...

MISS JEAN BRODIE: Twelve-year-old girls are not infants, Miss Mackay.

MISS MACKAY: How do you know they're twelve years old?

MISS JEAN BRODIE: From the handwriting, the vocabulary, the rudimentary knowledge of the facts of life. Oh, surely you cannot believe that that is the work of nine-year-olds?

MISS MACKAY: I could believe it was the work of your nine-year-olds, Miss Brodie.

MISS JEAN BRODIE: Well, there's very little for me to say, Miss Mackay, in the face of your extraordinary prejudice and hostility.

MISS MACKAY: Miss Brodie, I am not asking you to say anything. I am asking -- demanding! -- that you put your signature, your own signature, on a letter of resignation which I have prepared for you.

MISS JEAN BRODIE: I will not resign.

MISS MACKAY: If you will not resign? You will force me to dismiss you?

MISS JEAN BRODIE: I will not resign, and you will not dismiss me, Miss Mackay. You will not use the excuse of that pathetic...that humorous document to blackmail me! Mr Lowther, you are a witness to this. Miss Mackay has made totally unsupported accusations against my name and yours. If she has one authentic shred of evidence, just one, let her bring it forth! Otherwise, if one more word of this outrageous calumny reaches my ears, I shall sue! I shall take Miss Mackay to the public courts, and I shall sue the trustees of Marcia Blaine, if they support her. I will not stand quietly by and allow myself to be crucified by a woman whose fetid frustration has overcome her judgment! If scandal is to your taste, Miss Mackay, I shall give you a feast!

MISS MACKAY: Miss Brodie!

MISS JEAN BRODIE: I am a teacher! I am a teacher, first, last, always! Do you imagine that for one instant I will let that be taken from me without a fight? I have dedicated, sacrificed my life to this profession. And I will not stand by like a inky little slacker and watch you rob me of it. And for what? For what reason? For jealousy! Because I have the gift of claiming girls for my own. It is true I am a strong influence on my girls. I am proud of it! I influence them to be aware of all the possibilities of life -- of beauty, honor, courage. I do not, Miss Mackay, influence them to look for slime where it does not exist! I am going. When my class convenes, my pupils will find me composed, and prepared to reveal to them the succession of the Stuarts. And on Sunday, I will go to Cramond to visit Mr Lowther. We are accustomed, bachelor and spinster, to spend our Sundays together in sailing, and walking the beaches, and in the pursuit of music. Mr Lowther is teaching me to play the mandolin. Good day, Miss Mackay!

MISS MACKAY: Uh, Mr Lowther...I am sure I need not suggest to you that we keep...the details of Miss Brodie's little... tantrum to ourselves.


MISS MACKAY: I've no doubt that you, as well as I, have her interests at heart.


MISS MACKAY: Thank you, Mr Lowther. ... No doubt you have other duties to attend to.

MR GORDON LOWTHER: Oh, yes. Yes, Miss MacKay. Thank you. Thank you very much.


MR GORDON LOWTHER: Jean! Jean, you were heroic! Heroic! Oh, to see you like that, it was really inspiring! If only I could have stood up like that to Mr Gaunt, if I said... "Look here, Mr Gaunt. If you have one authentic shred of evidence, just one..."

MISS JEAN BRODIE: What are you talking about?

MR GORDON LOWTHER: Mr Gaunt called to see me the night before last. He advised me to resign as organist and elder of the church. He spoke plainly.

MISS JEAN BRODIE: And what did you answer?


MISS JEAN BRODIE: And you allowed this evil-minded man...a man who uses his position as deacon of the receive the slanderous gossip of petty provincials...

MR GORDON LOWTHER: But Jean, it isn't just gossip. You do not go home on Sunday nights.

MISS JEAN BRODIE: They had no proof! None whatever. You should have refused point-blank to resign. Can't you see that resignation is tantamount to a confession of guilt.

MR GORDON LOWTHER: But I feel guilty.

MISS JEAN BRODIE: Well, I do not!

MR GORDON LOWTHER: Will you not marry me and put an end to all this sneaking about? Why won't you marry me?

MISS JEAN BRODIE: Only was told to my face that you are planning to marry the chemistry teacher.

MR GORDON LOWTHER: Oh, l... I played golf with Miss Lockhart once.



MISS JEAN BRODIE: Beware. Don't trifle with her. She has the means to blow us all up.

MR GORDON LOWTHER: Now, don't tease me, Jean. Miss Lockhart means nothing to me. You know all I care about is you. All I want is to see you happy and safe. I don't understand you, Jean. You will not marry me, yet you feed me and share my bed.

MISS JEAN BRODIE: "Share your bed"!? Why can't you say you are my lover?

MR GORDON LOWTHER: I do not want to be your lover.... I want to be your husband. I want to go on my honeymoon where my mother and father went on their honeymoon...and come back to Cramond with my bride. That's what I want. And I want to conduct the church choir too. Rumors are flying.

MISS JEAN BRODIE: Are you out?

MR GORDON LOWTHER: Hmph! On the contrary, Miss Mackay experienced...the utmost difficulty in persuading me to stay.

MISS JEAN BRODIE: How I wish I might have heard her plea.

MR GORDON LOWTHER: The utmost difficulty.

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