— Oh, my God!
— Pardon?
— Oh no, Mrs. Robinson. Oh no.
— What’s wrong?
— Mrs. Robinson, you didn’t… I mean, you didn’t expect…
— What?
— I mean, you didn’t really think I’d do something like THAT.
— Like what?
— What do you think?
— Well, I don’t know.
— 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.
— So?
— Mrs. Robinson, you’re trying to seduce me!
— Huh?
— Aren’t you?

This is outrageous material, but it works in The Graduate because it is handled in a straightforward manner. Dustin Hoffman is so painfully awkward and ethical that we are forced to admit we would act pretty much as he does, even in his most extreme moments. Anne Bancroft, in a tricky role, is magnificently sexy, shrewish, and self-possessed enough to make the seduction convincing. — Roger Ebert