[Offering Mr. Robinson a coat hanger.]
Benjamin Braddock: Wood?
Mrs. Robinson: What?
Benjamin Braddock: Wood or wire? They have both.

Room Clerk: Are you here for an affair, sir?
Ben Braddock: What?
Room Clerk: The Singleman party, sir?
Ben Braddock: Ah, yes, the Singleman party.

Mr. McGuire: [behind Benjamin] Ben.
Benjamin Braddock: [to Joanne] Excuse me.
[turns]
Benjamin Braddock: Mr. McGuire.
Mr. McGuire: Ben.
Benjamin Braddock: Mr. McGuire.

Mrs. Robinson: Benjamin.
Benjamin Braddock: Yes?
Mrs. Robinson: Isn't there something you want to tell me?
Benjamin Braddock: Tell you?
Mrs. Robinson: Yes.
Benjamin Braddock: Well, I want you to know how much I appreciate this. Really.
Mrs. Robinson: The number.
Benjamin Braddock: What?
Mrs. Robinson: The room number, Benjamin. I think you ought to tell me that.
Benjamin Braddock: Oh, you're absolutely right. It's 568.
Mrs. Robinson: Thank you.
Benjamin Braddock: You're welcome. Well... I'll see you later, Mrs. Robinson.

Mr. Braddock: What's the matter? The guests are all downstairs, Ben, waiting to see you.
Benjamin Braddock: 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 Braddock: I'm just...
Mr. Braddock: Worried?
Benjamin Braddock: Well...
Mr. Braddock: About what?
Benjamin Braddock: I guess about my future.
Mr. Braddock: What about it?
Benjamin Braddock: I don't know...I want it to be...
Mr. Braddock: To be what?
Benjamin Braddock: ...Different.

Benjamin Braddock: Where did you do it?
Mrs. Robinson: In his car.
Benjamin Braddock: What kind of car was it?
Mrs. Robinson: Come on now.
Benjamin Braddock: No, I really want to know.
Mrs. Robinson: A Ford.
Benjamin Braddock: Goddamn, that's great. So old Elaine Robinson got started in a Ford.

Mr. McGuire: I just wanna say one word to you. Just one word.
Ben Braddock: Yes, sir.
Mr. McGuire: Are you listening?
Ben Braddock: Yes, I am.
Mr. McGuire: "Plastics."

Mr. Braddock: Don't you think that idea is a little half-baked?
Benjamin Braddock: Oh no, Dad, it's completely baked.

Ben Braddock: Oh my god.
Mrs. Robinson: Pardon?
Ben Braddock: Oh no, Mrs. Robinson. Oh no.
Mrs. Robinson: What's wrong?
Ben Braddock: Mrs. Robinson, you didn't... I mean, you didn't expect--
Mrs. Robinson: What?
Ben Braddock: I mean, you didn't really think I'd do something like *that*.
Mrs. Robinson: Like what?
Ben Braddock: What do you think?
Mrs. Robinson: Well, I don't know.
Ben Braddock: 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?
Ben Braddock: Mrs. Robinson, you're trying to seduce me.
Mrs. Robinson: [laughs]
Ben Braddock: Aren't you?