kitoba wrote:
The Graduate
Benjamin: Zounds, woman!
Mrs. Robinson: I beg thee pardon, sir?
Benjamin: Nay, Madam. I say nay.
Mrs. Robinson: Good sir, what doth trouble you?
Benjamin: Madam Robinson, surely... surely you jest ...
Mrs. Robinson: What is it, good sir?
Benjamin: Truth, woman, in that you did not prithy me to take this course of madness.
Mrs. Robinson: What course of madness?
Benjamin: What madness you doth think, woman?
Mrs. Robinson: Benjamin, I must say that I know not of what you speak.
Benjamin: For all that is good and just, woman... We're here! You invite me to your home, you give me drink from your table, you serenade me with sonnet, now you doth protest of your own livelihood and tell me your man won't be home until the morrow!
Mrs. Robinson: So?
Benjamin: Madam Robinson,
thou art trying to bed me.
Mrs. Robinson: [laughs] Verily, you think?
Benjamin: I would say so!
My challenge?
Billy Madison