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Benjamin:
Wood?

Mrs. Robinson:
What?

Benjamin:
Wood or wire? They have both.

Room Clerk:
Are you here for an affair, sir?

Benjamin:
What?

Room Clerk:
The Singleman party, sir?

Benjamin:
Ah, yes, the Singleman party.

Mrs. Robinson:
Benjamin.

Benjamin:
Yes?

Mrs. Robinson:
Isn't there something you want to tell me?

Benjamin:
Tell you?

Mrs. Robinson:
Yes.

Benjamin:
Well, I want you to know how much I appreciate this. Really.

Mrs. Robinson:
The number.

Benjamin:
What?

Mrs. Robinson:
The room number, Benjamin. I think you ought to tell me that.

Benjamin:
Oh, you're absolutely right. It's 568.

Mrs. Robinson:
Thank you.

Benjamin:
You're welcome. Well... I'll see you later, Mrs. Robinson.

Benjamin:
Where did you do it?

Mrs. Robinson:
In his car.

Benjamin:
What kind of car was it?

Mrs. Robinson:
Come on now.

Benjamin:
No, I really want to know.

Mrs. Robinson:
A Ford.

Benjamin:
Goddamn, that's great. So old Elaine Robinson got started in a Ford.

Mr. McGuire:
I want to say one word to you. Just one word.

Benjamin:
Yes, sir.

Mr. McGuire:
Are you listening?

Benjamin:
Yes, I am.

Mr. McGuire:
Plastics.

Mr. Braddock:
Don't you think that idea is a little half-baked?

Benjamin:
Oh no, Dad, it's completely baked.

Mrs. Robinson:
Benjamin, I am *not* trying to seduce you.

Benjamin:
I know that, but *please*, Mrs. Robinson, this is difficult...

Mrs. Robinson:
Would you like me to seduce you?

Benjamin:
What?

Mrs. Robinson:
Is that what you're trying to tell me?

Benjamin:
I'm going home now. I apologize for what I said. I hope you can forget it, but I'm going home right now.

Benjamin:
Mrs. Robinson, if you don't mind my saying so, this conversation is getting a little strange.

Mr. Robinson:
Do you ummm... do you want to tell my *why* you did it

Benjamin:
Mr. Robinson!

Mr. Robinson:
Do you have a special grudge against me? Do you feel a particularly strong resentment? Is there something I've said that's caused this contempt, or is it just things I stand for that you despise?

Benjamin:
Listen to me. What happened between Mrs. Robinson and me was nothing. It didn't mean anything. We might just as well have been shaking hands.

Mr. Robinson:
Shaking hands? Well, that's not saying much for my wife, is it?

Benjamin:
Look, maybe we could do something else together. Mrs. Robinson, would you like to go to a movie?

Benjamin:
Mrs. Robinson, I can't do this.

Mrs. Robinson:
You what?

Benjamin:
This is all terribly wrong.

Mrs. Robinson:
Do you find me undesirable?

Benjamin:
Oh no, Mrs. Robinson. I think, I think you're the most attractive of all my parents' friends. I mean that.

Elaine:
Good night.

Benjamin:
Are we getting married tomorrow?

Elaine:
No...

Benjamin:
Day after tomorrow?

Elaine:
I don't know. Maybe we are, and maybe we're not.

Mrs. Braddock:
What makes you think she wants to marry you?

Benjamin:
Oh, she doesn't. To be perfectly honest she doesn't like me.

Mr. Braddock:
Ben, what are you doing?

Benjamin:
Well, I would say that I'm just drifting. Here in the pool.

Mr. Braddock:
Why?

Benjamin:
Well, it's very comfortable just to drift here.

Mrs. Robinson:
Elaine, it's too late.

Elaine:
Not for me.

Mr. Braddock:
Well would you mind telling me what these last four years of hard work was for?

Benjamin:
You got me...