Oh no Mrs. Robinson, I find you very desirable. I think you are the most desirable of all my parents' friends.
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Calder Willingham
Calder Baynard Willingham, Jr. (December 23, 1922 – February 19, 1995) was an American novelist and screenwriter. Before the age of 30, after three novels and a collection of short stories, The New Yorker was describing Willingham as having “fathered modern black comedy,” his signature a dry, straight-faced humor, made funnier by its concealed comic intent. His work matured over six more novels, including Eternal Fire (1963), which Newsweek wrote “deserves a place among the dozen or so novels that must be mentioned if one is to speak of greatness in American fiction.” He had a significant career in cinema too, with screenplays including Paths of Glory (1957), One-Eyed Jacks (1960), The Graduate (1967) and Little Big Man (1970). 2Life and career Willingham was born in Atlanta, Georgia, the son of Eleanor Churchill (Willcox) and Calder Baynard Willingham, a hotel manager. After dropping out of The Citadel, then working for the Office of War Information in Washington, D.C., Willingham moved to New York City where he wrote for 10 years, setting three novels there. During the late 1940s and early 1950s, Willingham was considered at the forefront of the gritty, realistic new breed of postwar novelists: Norman Mailer, James Jones, Truman Capote, Gore Vidal, and others, many of whom comprised the Greenwich Village literary scene at the time.Willingham's career began in controversy with End as a Man (1947), an indictment of the macho culture of military academies, introducing his first iconic character, sadistic Jocko de Paris. The story included graphic hazing, sex, and suggested homosexuality. The New York Society for the Suppression of Vice filed obscenity charges against its publisher Vanguard Press. The charges ultimately were dropped, but not before a trial that made the book a cause célèbre in which famous writers rallying to its defens
Mrs. Robinson: Elaine, it's too late! Elaine: Not for me!
[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.
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!