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: Do you ummm... do you want to tell me *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?
: 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?
: [in anger for ruining Elaine's wedding
] You punk! You crazy punk! I'll kill you!
: [after Ben has driven Mrs. Robinson home, Mr. Robinson unexpectedly comes home early
] Is that Ben's car in front? Benjamin
] Yes, sir. I drove... I drove Mrs. Robinson home. She wanted me to drive her home so I drove her home. Mr. Robinson
: Swell. I appreciate. Benjamin
: She's upstairs. She wanted me to wait down here till you got home. Mr. Robinson
: Standing guard over the old castle, are you? Benjamin
: Yes, sir.
: All right, come on, let's have a nightcap together. Mr. Robinson
: [reaches for a bottle
] Scotch? Benjamin
: Bourbon. Mr. Robinson
: Ben... How old are you now? Benjamin
: Twenty. I'll be 21 next week. Mr. Robinson
: [as he fixes drinks for both of them
] That's a hell of a good age to be. Benjamin
: Thank you. Thank you very much, sir. Mr. Robinson
: I, uh... I wish I was that age again. Because, Ben... Benjamin
: Sir? Mr. Robinson
: You'll never be young again. Benjamin
: I know.
: Ben, can I say something to you? Benjamin
: What? Mr. Robinson
: Uh, how long have we known each other now? How long have you and I known each other? How long have your dad and I been partners? Benjamin
: Quite a while. Mr. Robinson
: I watched you grow up, Ben. Benjamin
: Yes, sir. Mr. Robinson
: In many ways, I feel as though you were my own son. Benjamin
: Thank you. Mr. Robinson
: So I hope you won't mind my giving you a friendly piece of advice. Benjamin
: I'd like to hear it. Mr. Robinson
: Ben, I think... I think you ought to be taking it a little easier right now than you seem to be. Sow a few wild oats. Take things as they come. Have a good time with the girls and so forth. Mrs. Robinson
: [Mrs. Robinson joins them; Ben abruptly stands up
] Don't get up. Mr. Robinson
: I was just telling... Ben. Ben, here, that he ought to sow a few wild oats. Have a good time while he can. You think that's sound advice? Mrs. Robinson
: Yes, I do. Benjamin
: I've got to go. Mr. Robinson
: You have yourself a few flings this summer. I bet you're quite a ladies' man, huh? Benjamin
: Oh, no. Mr. Robinson
: [taken aback
] What? Mr. Robinson
: You look to me like the kind of guy who has to fight 'em off. Mr. Robinson
: [to his wife
] Now, doesn't he look to you like the kind of guy who has to fight them off? Mrs. Robinson
: Yes, he does.
: Benjamin, I thought I made myself perfectly clear about this... Benjamin
: Look, I have no intention of taking your precious daughter out again in her life, so don't get upset about it! Mrs. Robinson
: I am. I'm *extremely* upset about it, Benjamin. Elaine
: [Mr. Robinson comes in with Elaine next to him
] Hello. Benjamin
: Hello. Mr. Robinson
: [playfully giving advice to Elaine about Benjamin
] Well, I want you to keep your wits about you tonight. You never know what *tricks* Ben picked up back there in the east. Heh heh...
: [in Ben's boarding house room
] All right, now listen to this. I don't know whether I can prosecute, but I think I can. I think I can get you behind bars if you ever *look* at my daughter again. Now, I've seen Elaine, and I've made damn sure you can't get to her. Stay away from me, Ben! Mr. Robinson
: [heading for the door
] I don't want to mince words with you. As far as Elaine is concerned, you're to get her out of your filthy mind right now! Is that *perfectly* clear to you? And that's all, Ben. You'll pardon me if *I* don't shake hands with you. Mr. Robinson
: I think you are filth. I think you are scum. You are a degenerate!
[heads down the stairs, brushes past Mr. McCleery