Don't talk about Elaine.

Don't talk about Elaine?

No.

Well, why not?

Because I don't want you to.

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

There's nothing to tell.

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.

Benjamin. [Pulling his hair] Don't you ever take that girl out. Do you understand that?

Well, why shouldn't I?

I have my reasons.

Well let's hear 'em.

No.

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?

Let's drop it.

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?

Benjamin.

[Ripping the sheet off her]

Isn't it?

[Covering up]

Yes.

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?

I wouldn't know.

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

I see.

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!

Are you?

Goddam right I am!