Crimes of Passion (1984)
China: Although we may run out of Pan Am coffee, we will never run out of TWA tea.
Bobby Grady: Sorry, I'm not too good at this. It's my first time.
China: Are you that desperate or that horny?
Bobby Grady: Uh... no. Married.
China: Oh, *that* desperate and *that* horny!
Amy Grady: Didn't your mother teach you to wash your hands after you went to the bathroom?
Bobby Grady: Nope, she taught me not to piss on my fingers.
Bobby Grady: You remind me of this hamster I had when I was a kid.
China: [Somewhat offended] I remind you of a *hamster*?
Bobby Grady: Yep. He ran away whenever you tried to touch him. So I wanted to show him there was nothing to be afraid of. So one day I just picked him up real fast and I just held him.
China: [Sarcastically] And he turned tender and loving...
Bobby Grady: Nope. He shit in my hand.
Bobby Grady: I wanna' know what's bugging you. Is it the way I eat? Why did you pour all that maple syrup on my pancakes?
Amy Grady: It was a mistake, all right?
Bobby Grady: Was it?
Amy Grady: What do you think, I'm trying to poison you with maple syrup?
China: [Among other sex toys, China Blue finds a large metallic dildo in the Reverend's hand bag] What the hell...? Is this a cruise missile or a Pershing?
[Approaching the Reverend, holding the dildo towards him]
China: What are you gonna' do, fuck someone to death? You'd like that, wouldn't you?
Rev. Shayne: Only the right woman.
Rev. Shayne: Well, the game's not over. The messenger of God will return. And this time he'll bring the final word.
Rev. Shayne: Don't fight me, child. I'm the messenger of God and I only want to heal you.
China: Heal thyself, pimp shit!
China: [to Bobby] If you think you're gonna' get back in my panties, forget it. There's one asshole in there already.
Rev. Shayne: [to China Blue] You wear your anguish like a breakaway chastity belt.
China: [Reverend Shayne is accosting her in a freight elevator] Get away from me. I don't even want to know you.
Rev. Shayne: No more deceptions, Joanna. I know who you are. We're the same, don't you see? The same rage. The same fear. We hurt the same. We escape the same. But we don't have to anymore. We have a chance. Both of us. Together. No more disguises.
China: I don't need you.
Rev. Shayne: [Rushing at her while holding up a large metallic dildo] I'm crying out to you, for God's sake. Is everything here a negotiation, too?
China: Uh, do you want some coffee?
Bobby Grady: No... I could, uh, use a shot of morphine, if you got it. Enough to kill the last twelve years.
Rev. Shayne: Oh God, to whom vengeance belongs. How long shall the wicked triumph? How long shall they utter and speak hard things? How long shall they turn 50-buck tricks, and strut their evil bodies and smelly silk underwear? Tear off that dress and she's as helpless as I am. China Blue, alias Joanna Crane, alias Peter Shayne. They'll all... be saved.