How Green Was My Valley1941

Dai Bando:
A man is never too old to learn, is it, Mr. Jonas?

Mr. Jonas:
[uncertainly] No.

Dai Bando:
I was in school myself once, but no great one for knowledge.

Mr. Jonas:
[angrily, shaking his cane] Look here, what do you want?

Dai Bando:
Knowledge. [taking Mr. Jonas' cane] How would you go about taking the measurement of a stick, Mr. Jonas?

Mr. Jonas:
By its' length, of course.

Dai Bando:
And how would you measure a man who would use a stick on a boy one-third his size?

[throws Mr. Jonas' cane aside]

Cyfartha:
Tell us!

Dai Bando:
Now, you are good in the use of a stick, but boxing is my subject... according to the rules laid down by the good Marquis of Queensbury.

Cyfartha:
[saluting] God rest his soul!

Dai Bando:
And happy I am to pass on my knowledge to you!

[backhands Mr. Jonas, sending him reeling]

...

Dai Bando:
Position again.

[Dai Bando and Cyfartha drag Mr. Jonas to his feet]

Dai Bando:
Could I have your attention, boys and girls? I am not accustomed to speaking in public...

Cyfartha:
Only public houses.

Dai Bando:
But this - [backhands Mr. Jonas in the nose, sending him sprawling] never use. It's against the rules. Break a man's nose. Now then - [turns to find Mr. Jonas collapsed against the wall, unconscious] I'm afraid he will never make a boxer.

Cyfartha:
No aptitude for knowledge.