Dead poet society, 1989 - You're going to Harvard, and you're going to be a doctor!

We're trying very hard to understand why it is that you insist on defying us. Whatever the reason, we're not going to let you ruin your life. Tomorrow I'm withdrawing you from Welton and enrolling you in Brayden Military School. You're going to Harvard, and you're going to be a doctor. But that's ten more years. Father, that's a lifetime! Oh, stop it! Don't be so dramatic. You make it sound like a prison term. You don't understand, Neil. You have opportunities that I never even dreamt of, and I am not going to let you waste them. I've got to tell you what I feel! What? What? Tell me what you feel! What is it? You're more of this acting business? Because you can forget that. Go on, get some sleep.