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What's wrong, Ben? You look worried.

I guess I'm just thinking about my future.

It's important. We call it the "Poontang Magnet."

Let me speak to you. Come on.

I have one word to say to you.

Plastic novelties.

Um, that's two words, Mr. Bretman.

Don't be fresh, son.

I'm revealing the future to you like Carnac the Magnificent.

So the future is plastic novelties?

That's right.

Listen, pretty soon, every woman's gonna want to have her very own plastic valise.

Oh, I see.

You can go to the bank on it.

Yes, sir. To the bank, sir.

With two speeds, slow and fast.

Kind of like the engine on your Puntang Magnet.

Paring punting magnet. Yes. Yes, sir loud and clear sir. Excuse me

Oh God.

Oh God.

Oh, God.

Oh

Oh god.

Oh god.

Oh god.

Perhaps you should have joined the priesthood instead of the Ivy League, Benjamin.

Oh, Mrs. Robinson.

You've grown.

I've, um... Are you looking for the bathroom? Because it's right down the hall.

No, I found what I was looking for. A little peace and quiet. You look upset.

Well, I'm a bit overwhelmed.

You should feel quite comfortable in your own room.

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