Multiple Maniacs (1970)
Mr. David: Yes folks, this isn't any cheap X-rated movie or any 5th rate porno play, this is the show you want! Lady Divine's cavalcade of perversions, the sleaziest show on earth! Not actors, not paid impostors, but real actual filth who have been carefully screened in order to present to you the most flagrant violation of natural law known to man! These assorted sluts, fags, dykes and pimps know no bounds! They have committed acts against God and nature, acts that by their mere existence would make any decent person recoil in disgust!
Lady Divine: [in church, trying to pray, notices Mink] She coughs, as if to attract my attention towards her, and gave me a lewdly religious glare!
Lady Divine: [to mirror] And you're still the most beautiful woman in the world! Nothing can change that!
Lady Divine: What about you, Mr. Angel? What about those house-robbings and how about Sharon Tate! How about that!
Mr. David: I told you to never bring that up again. I cannot remember it and I will not.
Lady Divine: Had a real ball that night, didn't you?
Mr. David: STOP IT!
Lady Divine: If I didn't know any better I'd swear you were having an orgy!
Mr. David: Well, you were there, too!
Lady Divine: Ah, but I didn't do what YOU did - P-I-G! You're going to jail. If I go to jail, it'll be for other things, and if I go to jail, I just might start remembering. I just might crack that Tate case for them - what have I got to lose!
Lady Divine: Oh, think of it, Mink. We can perform extreme unction nationwide - Ronald Reagan and his family, the entire Baltimore Police Department, and BARBRA STREISAND!
Lady Divine: How dare you contaminate my dressing room with this little piece of filth?
Mr. David: She is not. She is an auto-erotica copraphrasiac and a gerontophiliac, and I just thought you might be interested in her for the show, that's all.
Mr. David: [going through someone elses wallet] What ugly children they have!
Lady Divine: Ricky! Ricky! Bring me something strong, something I can get off on!
Lady Divine: If it wasn't for me you'd still be back in Boston doing poodle-nappings from those old bitches.
Lady Divine: I was in agony! I had been raped before but never in such an unnatural and brutal way!
Lady Divine: It was then that I realized that she was using her rosary as a tool of erotic pleasure! She made me get into a kneeling position. My head was spinning. And all at once, she inserted her rosary into one of my most private parts!
Mink: I usually sleep in churches, you know, in the confessionals. They lock all the churches up at night now because of all the thieves and they never check the confessionals. Saturday nights are the only problem, and nights that are holy days because of early masses the next day. And Lent, shit, forget it, I gotta hang in synagogues then, and it's just not the same thing if you know what I mean.
Mink: Oh, Jesus, you're my first celebrity I ever gave a rosary job to! And at St. Cecilia's, oh, wow, imagine!
Audience member: She's a dyke! Look at those tattoos.
Bonnie: Oh Mr. David, this is even better than amyl nitrate. It's better than Carvada. It's even better than heroin! Oh Jesus, this is even better than last time! if only we could perform acts 24 hours a day! Oh, that would be supreme happiness.
Lady Divine: How dare you contaminate my dressing room with this little piece of filth!
Mr. David: She is not! She's an auto-erotic coprophiliac and a gerontophiliac and I just thought you might be interested in her for the show, that's all.
Bonnie: Yes and I can start immediately. I have this great act all worked out, with this great old man in his late 70s and his mirror, well, actually he's my...
Lady Divine: [in disgust] Oh!
Bonnie: ...and we used to have kind of a thing together, and I heard about this show and I thought what an ideal setup, I mean!
Lady Divine: Get her out! Get her out of here! How can you flaunt your cheap little one-night-stands in my face, especially at a time like this?
Bonnie: Mr. David, I have to see you again! I want to perform acts with you! Now!
Mr. David: You know that's impossible.
Bonnie: Oh, please, please! Oh, god! God damnit!
Lady Divine: And how about you, Mr. Angel? How about your being an accomplice and how about Sharon Tate? How about that?
Mr. David: [putting his head in his hands] I told you to never mention that again!
Lady Divine: Go fix yourself a sandwich!
Ricky: Is there any bologna in there?
Lady Divine: And some cheese. Anything you want, just, you know, go ahead and fix yourself a sandwich!
Lady Divine: Oh, but I don't even know your name!
Mink: It's Mink, but lots of people just call me The Religious Whore.
Bonnie: No one has been near my private parts... except for this old lady I met on the bus.
Mr. David: You've been lying all along.
Bonnie: Oh, no, no I haven't Mr. David. It was just she was so old I felt bad for her. I only let her... well, you know. It was no big production or anything, it WAS on the bus and all.
Mr. David: So you finally turned dyke, well, I'm not surprised!
Lady Divine: DYKE? Look who's talking, all peroxided up!
Mink: Isn't there anybody else we could do it on? I mean...
Lady Divine: There's nobody left! Nobody!
Mink: We could find someone!
Lady Divine: Who, but who?
Mink: God, there are hundreds of people I have in my fantasies! Ann-Margret, Patricia Nixon, Shirley Temple, the Pope!
Lady Divine: Oh Mink, we could go on for days! Oh it would be wonderful! Ronald Reagan and his family, the entire Baltimore police force, and BARBARA STREISAND!