Mrs. Robinson: Elaine, it's too late! Elaine: Not for me!
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Buck Henry
Henry Zuckerman, credited as Buck Henry (born December 9, 1930), is an American actor, writer, film director, and television director. He has been nominated for an Academy Award twice, in 1968 for Best Adapted Screenplay for The Graduate and in 1979 for Best Director for Heaven Can Wait. 2Early life Henry was born to a Jewish family in New York City, the son of silent film actress and star of the original Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, Ruth Taylor, and Paul Steinberg Zuckerman (April 15, 1899 – 1965), a retired Air Force brigadier general and stockbroker. Henry attended The Choate School (now Choate Rosemary Hall) and Dartmouth College, where he met Bob Rafelson, and also worked on the Dartmouth Jack-O-Lantern humor magazine. From 1959 to 1962, as part of an elaborate hoax by comedian Alan Abel, he pretended to be G. Clifford Prout, the quietly outraged president of the Society for Indecency to Naked Animals, who presented his point of view on talk shows. 2Television career Henry's dry humor attracted attention in the entertainment community. He became a cast member on TV programs such as The New Steve Allen Show (1961) and That Was The Week That Was (1964–65). He was a co-creator and writer for Get Smart (1965–70), with Mel Brooks. Two of his TV projects had short runs but are fondly remembered by fans: Captain Nice (1967) with William Daniels as a reluctant superhero, and Quark (1978), with Richard Benjamin in command of a garbage scow in outer space. He also played D
[in anger for ruining Elaine's wedding] You punk! You crazy punk! I'll kill you!
Mr. Robinson: You'll never be young again. Benjamin: I 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!
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…
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?
Mrs. Robinson, if you don't mind my saying so, this conversation is getting a little strange.
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.
Elaine: Good night. Benjamin: Are we getting married tomorrow? Elaine: No... Benjamin: Day after tomorrow? Elaine: I don't know. Maybe we are, and maybe we're not.
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? Benjamin: What? Mrs. Robinson: Is that what you're trying to tell me? Benjamin: I'm going home now. I apologize for what I…
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.