Mrs. Braddock:
[Ben is shaving in his bathroom]
Oh, my.
Benjamin:
Hi.
Mrs. Braddock:
Hi, can I talk to you for a minute?
Benjamin:
Sure.
Mrs. Braddock:
Benji... darling, I'm, uh... going to ask you something, but you don't have to tell me if you don't want to.
Benjamin:
What?
Mrs. Braddock:
Well, I was going to ask you what you do when you go off at night.
Benjamin:
When I go out?
Mrs. Braddock:
You don't have to tell me, if you don't want to.
Benjamin:
No, I do, i want to tell you: I drive around.
Mrs. Braddock:
What else?
Benjamin:
Nothing else.
Mrs. Braddock:
Well, you don't drive around from midnight til noon the next day, Benjamin?
Benjamin:
Oh, no.
Mrs. Braddock:
Well then, what do you do? Do you meet someone?
Benjamin:
[Benjamin nicks his finger with the razor]
Meet someone?
Mrs. Braddock:
Hm.
Benjamin:
Why do you say that?
Mrs. Braddock:
Well, this is your business. I won't play games with you.
Benjamin:
No wait, wait! I don't meet anyone, Mother, but why do you say that?
Mrs. Braddock:
Benjamin, I don't want to pry into your affairs, but I would rather you didn't say anything at all than be dishonest. Good night.
[Mrs. Braddock leaves]
Benjamin:
Well, wait! Wait a minute!