"It was a long time ago. You were meeting your family to take them to the ballet. I saw your daughters in their white gloves and patent-leather slippers, and that aging Vassar-girl wife of yours in her understated little suit. And you... there you were, shaking hands with people, smiling, saying hello. One hour before that you had been in bed with me.
I put that smile on your face, you damned hypocrite! Listen, Ned, I want you to get out of here now. Swim the pool, do whatever you have to do, but get out!"
The Swimmer (1968)
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