Mr. Robinson:
All right, come on, let's have a nightcap together.
Mr. Robinson:
[reaches for a bottle]
Scotch?
Benjamin:
Bourbon.
Mr. Robinson:
Ben... How old are you now?
Benjamin:
Twenty. I'll be 21 next week.
Mr. Robinson:
[as he fixes drinks for both of them]
That's a hell of a good age to be.
Benjamin:
Thank you. Thank you very much, sir.
Mr. Robinson:
I, uh... I wish I was that age again. Because, Ben...
Benjamin:
Sir?
Mr. Robinson:
You'll never be young again.
Benjamin:
I know.
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