Brian Avery

Mrs. Singleman: Hello.

Benjamin: Hello.

Mrs. Singleman: Oh, you must be one of the porters.

Benjamin: No, actually, I'm not...

Mrs. Singleman: Yes, I'd like you to meet my sister, Miss DeWitte.

Miss DeWitte: How do you do?

Benjamin: How do you do, Miss DeWitte?

Mrs. Singleman: And that's my husband, Mr. Singleman.

[Mr. Singleman holds his hand out in greeting]

Mr. Singleman: Oh, sorry.

Geoffrey: Fine, thank you.

Mrs. Singleman: That's Geoffrey, of course.

Mr. Singleman: I didn't get your name, sir.

Benjamin: Benjamin Braddock, sir, but I'm...

Mrs. Singleman: Braddock? Branham?

Benjamin: Yes, but I'm afraid I'm...

Mrs. Singleman: Oh, no no no, I'll find your table in just a moment.

Mrs. Singleman: [looks through the guest list] Braddock, Braddock, Braddock, not Branham, we have a Branham.

Benjamin: No, actually, I'm just looking for a friend.

Mrs. Singleman: Oh, but I don't understand.

Benjamin: I'm not with your party. I'm sorry.

Mr. Singleman: Hey, I don't get it.

Mrs. Singleman: I've enjoyed meeting you, Mr. Braddock.

Benjamin: Don't talk about Elaine?

Mrs. Robinson: No.

Benjamin: Well, why not?

Mrs. Robinson: Because I don't want you to.

Benjamin: Well, why don't you? I wish you'd tell me.

Mrs. Robinson: There's nothing to tell.

Benjamin: Well, why is she a big taboo subject all of a sudden? Well, I guess I'll have to ask her out on a date and find out what the big deal is.

Mrs. Robinson: [turns on the lamp] Benjamin...

Benjamin: Ow!

Mrs. Robinson: Don't you ever take that girl out! Do you understand me?

Benjamin: Look, I have no intention of taking her out.

Mrs. Robinson: Good.

Benjamin: I was just kidding around.

Mrs. Robinson: Good.

Benjamin: But why shouldn't I?

Mrs. Robinson: I have my reasons.

Benjamin: Well, let's hear them.

Mrs. Robinson: No.

Benjamin: Let's hear them, Mrs. Robinson, because I think I know what they are; I'm not good enough for her to associate with, am I? I'm not good enough to even talk about her, am I?

Mrs. Robinson: Let's drop it.

Benjamin: We're not dropping it! I'm good enough for you, but I'm not good enough to associate with your daughter. That's it, isn't it! Isn't it?

Mrs. Robinson: [lengthy pause] Yes.

Benjamin: You go to hell! You go straight to hell, Mrs. Robinson! Do you think I'm proud of myself? Do you think I'm proud of this?

Mrs. Robinson: I wouldn't know.

Benjamin: Well, I am not! No sir, I am not proud that I spend my time with a broken-down alcoholic!

Mrs. Robinson: I see.

Benjamin: And if you think I come here for any reason besides pure boredom, then you're all wrong; because Mrs. Robinson, this is the sickest, most perverted thing in the world that ever happened to me! And you do what you want, but I'm getting the hell out!

Mrs. Robinson: Are you?

Benjamin: Goddam right I am!