The Graduate (1967)
Benjamin: Oh my God!
Mrs. Robinson: Pardon?
Benjamin: Oh no, Mrs. Robinson. Oh no.
Mrs. Robinson: What's wrong?
Benjamin: Mrs. Robinson, you didn't... I mean, you didn't expect...
Mrs. Robinson: What?
Benjamin: I mean, you didn't really think I'd do something like that.
Mrs. Robinson: Like what?
Benjamin: What do you think?
Mrs. Robinson: Well, I don't know.
Benjamin: For god's sake, Mrs. Robinson. Here we are. You got me into your house. You give me a drink. You... put on music. Now you start opening up your personal life to me and tell me your husband won't be home for hours.
Mrs. Robinson: So?
Benjamin: Mrs. Robinson, you're trying to seduce me.
Mrs. Robinson: [laughs] Huh?
Benjamin: Aren't you?
Mrs. Robinson: Benjamin.
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.
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.
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.
Mr. Braddock: Have you thought about graduate school?
Mr. Braddock: Would you mind telling me then what those four years of college were for? What was the point of all that hard work?
Benjamin: You got me.
Mr. McGuire: I just 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.
Benjamin: Exactly how do you mean?
Benjamin: It's like I was playing some kind of game, but the rules don't make any sense to me. They're being made up by all the wrong people. I mean no one makes them up. They seem to make themselves up.
Room Clerk: Are you here for an affair, sir?
Room Clerk: The Singleman party, sir?
Benjamin: Ah, yes, the Singleman party.
Benjamin: [It's morning. Mr. Braddock is in the kitchen. Ben walks in] I'm going to marry Elaine Robinson.
Mr. Braddock: Well, well, well!
[He almost giggles as he crosses to Ben and takes his hand to shake it. Mrs. Braddock appears in the doorway]
Mrs. Braddock: What's happening
Mr. Braddock: Ben says he and Elaine are getting married.
Mrs. Braddock: I don't believe it.
Mr. Braddock: That what he says. Right?
Benjamin: I'm going up to Berkeley today.
Mrs. Braddock: Oh, Ben. This is so exciting.
Mr. Braddock: Come on, let's call the Robinsons. We've got something to celebrate.
Benjamin: No. I think you'll want to wait on that.
Mr. Braddock: They don't know?
Benjamin: No, they don't.
Mr. Braddock: Well, when did you decide all this?
Benjamin: About an hour ago.
Mr. Braddock: Wait a minute. You talked to Elaine this morning?
Benjamin: No. She doesn't know about it.
Mr. Braddock: She doesn't know that you're coming up to Berkeley?
Benjamin: No. Actually, she doesn't know about us getting married yet.
Mr. Braddock: When did you two talk this over?
Benjamin: We haven't.
Mr. Braddock: Ben, this whole idea sounds pretty half-baked.
Benjamin: No, it's not, Dad. It's completely baked. It's a decision I've made.
Mrs. Braddock: But what makes you think she wants to marry you?
Benjamin: [Ben picks up his suitcase, walks to the door] She doesn't. To be perfectly honest, she doesn't like me.
Benjamin: Mrs. Robinson, I can't do this anymore.
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.
[Mrs. Robinson comes into Elaine's room, naked, and locks the door with Benjamin inside with her]
Benjamin: Oh God. Oh, let me out.
Mrs. Robinson: Don't be nervous.
Benjamin: Get away from that door.
Mrs. Robinson: I want to say something first.
Benjamin: Jesus Christ.
Mrs. Robinson: Benjamin, I want you to know that I'm available to you, and if you won't sleep with me this time...
Benjamin: Oh, my Christ.
Mrs. Robinson: If you won't sleep with me this time I want you to know that you can call me up anytime you want and we'll make some kind of arrangement.
Mrs. Robinson: Do you understand what I...
Benjamin: Let me out.
Mrs. Robinson: Benjamin, do you understand what I just said?
Benjamin: Yes! Yes. Let me out!
Mrs. Robinson: I find you very attractive.
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?
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: 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. Braddock: What's the matter? The guests are all downstairs, Ben, waiting to see you.
Benjamin: Look, Dad, could you explain to them that I have to be alone for a while?
Mr. Braddock: These are all our good friends, Ben. Most of them have known you since, well, practically since you were born. What is it, Ben?
Benjamin: I'm just...
Mr. Braddock: Worried?
Mr. Braddock: About what?
Benjamin: I guess about my future.
Mr. Braddock: What about it?
Benjamin: I don't know... I want it to be...
Mr. Braddock: To be what?
Benjamin: [looks at his father] ... Different.
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.
[Offering Mrs. Robinson a coat hanger]
Mrs. Robinson: What?
Benjamin: Wood or wire? They have both.
Benjamin: Mrs. Robinson, if you don't mind my saying so, this conversation is getting a little strange.
Mr. McGuire: [behind Benjamin] Ben.
Benjamin: [to Joanne] Excuse me.
Benjamin: Mr. McGuire.
Mr. McGuire: Ben.
Benjamin: Mr. McGuire.
Benjamin: Look, maybe we could do something else together. Mrs. Robinson, would you like to go to a movie?
Elaine: Good night.
Benjamin: Are we getting married tomorrow?
Benjamin: Day after tomorrow?
Elaine: I don't know. Maybe we are, and maybe we're not.
Mr. Robinson: 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?
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?
Mr. McCleery: [asks Benjamin why he is in Berkeley] I just like to know what my boys are up to.
Mr. McCleery: You aren't one of those agitators, are you?
Mr. McCleery: I hate 'em. I won't stand for it.
Mr. Robinson: Ben, can I say something to you?
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.
Elaine: Benjamin, I would like to know what you're doing here.
Benjamin: Here? In Berkeley?
Benjamin: Well, I have this very pleasant room on Carter Street, and I've been getting to some classes.
Elaine: But you're not enrolled.
Benjamin: No, I just sit in. They don't seem to mind. They've been very congenial about it.
Elaine: [annoyed] Benjamin, you're... I don't know what to say.
Benjamin: [nonchalantly] Maybe we can get together sometime and talk about it.
Elaine: [exasperated] Really incredible.
Pilot: Ladies and gentlemen, we are about to begin our descent into Los Angeles. The sound you just heard is the landing gear locking into place. Los Angeles weather is clear; temperature is 72. We expect to make our 4 hour and 18 minute flight on schedule. We have enjoyed having you on board, and look forward to seeing you again in the near future.
Benjamin: Elaine, would you just tell me where he proposed to you?
Benjamin: [shouting after her as she leaves the library] Oh God, it wasn't in his car, was it?
Benjamin: [after Elaine has left his room, and he realises that he's naked] Good God.
Mr. Robinson: [after Ben has driven Mrs. Robinson home, Mr. Robinson unexpectedly comes home early] Is that Ben's car in front?
Benjamin: [nervously] 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.
Mr. Robinson: All right, come on, let's have a nightcap together.
Mr. Robinson: [reaches for a bottle] Scotch?
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...
Mr. Robinson: You'll never be young again.
Benjamin: I know.
Mrs. Robinson: 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.
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...
Mr. Robinson: [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]
Gas station attendant: Do you need any gas, Father?
[the empty fuel gauge fills the screen just as Benjamin drives off]
Mr. McCleery: [after the incident with Elaine screaming] I want you outta here.
Mr. McCleery: I want you outta here.
Mr. McCleery: Because I don't like you.
Mr. Robinson: [in anger for ruining Elaine's wedding] You punk! You crazy punk! I'll kill you!
Benjamin: My whole life is such a waste... It's just nothing.
Benjamin: I'm sorry, I'll take you home now.