Robinson:Mrs.Robinson: Would you mind walking ahead of me o the sun porch.I feel funny about coming into a dark house.Ben: But it""s light in there.Mrs.Robinson: Please.(She shuts the front door, enclosing him in he house.They enter the sunroom.)Mrs.Robinson: What do you drink? Bourbon?Ben: Look, uh, Mrs.Robinson, I drove you home.I was glad to do it.But I have some things on my mind.Can you understand that?Mrs.Robinson: Yes.(She nods)Ben: All right.Mrs.Robinson: (She prepares drinks for both of them.) What do you drink? Benjamin.I""m sorry to be this way, but I don""t want to be left alone in this house.Ben: Why not?Mrs.Robinson: Please wait till my husband gets home.Ben: When is he coming back?Mrs.Robinson: I don""t know.Drink?Ben: No.(She hands him one anyway.) Are you always this much afraid of being alone?Mrs.Robinson: Yes.Ben: Well, why can""t you just lock the doors and go to bed?Mrs.Robinson: I""m very neurotic.(She turns on some music.) May I ask you a question? What do you think of me?Ben: What do you mean?Mrs.Robinson: You""ve known me nearly all your life.You must have formed some opinion of me.Ben: Well, I always thought that you were a very...nice...person.Mrs.Robinson: Did you know I was an alcoholic?Ben: What?Mrs.Robinson: Did you know that?Ben: Look, I think I should be going.Mrs.Robinson: Sit down, Benjamin.Ben (in a panic, now standing): Mrs.Robinson, if you don""t mind my saying so, this conversation is getting a little strange.Now, I""m sure that Mr.Robinson will be here any minute now and -Mrs.Robinson: No.Ben: What?Mrs.Robinson: My husband will be back quite late.He should be gone for several hours.Ben: Oh my god.(He retreats)Mrs.Robinson: Pardon?Ben: Oh no, Mrs.Robinson, oh no.Mrs.Robinson: What""s wrong?Ben: Mrs.Robinson, you didn""t - I mean, you didn""t expect -Mrs.Robinson: What?Ben: I mean, you didn""t really think that I would do something like hat.Mrs.Robinson: Like what?Ben: What do you think?Mrs.Robinson: Well, I don""t know.Ben: For God""s sake, Mrs.Robinson, here we are, you""ve 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.The entertaining film is best known for the definitive performance of the radiant Marilyn Monroe with a little girl""s giggly voice (her 23rd film) - basically portraying herself as a blonde bombshell, and known simply as The Girl.What about Sunday? Maybe then you put yourself in a swimsuit.Alice: Not me.George: Why? You don""t look good in a swimsuit?Alice: Sure I do.I can""t swim.George: You""re kidding.Alice: I never learned.I was even scared of the duck pond when I was a kid.We lived on a farm, a small one.George: How come you came here?Alice: Oh, we were poor.We needed the money.I came down here and got a job.George: I""m glad.Alice: Me too.When they reach her rented room (with her "own private entrance"), he kisses her goodnight and asks to see her again:Alice: Goodnight.The young wanderer explains to the driver of the car (soon identified as Kyle Sackett, he local district attorney) why he keeps "looking for new places, new people, new ideas," and can""t settle down:Frank: Well, I""ve never liked any job I""ve ever had.