- Rod Steele: I'd like a vodka martini, shaken not stirred, with a touch of lemon and one green olive on a wooden toothpick, preferably imported from somewhere in the Orient.
- Prince Dean: [the Prince is having sex with a hooker, actually one of Tangerina's servants] I'm almost there...
- Areola: [He moans and she rides him some more, before climbing off] Not yet.
- Prince Dean: Ooooohhhh... that's great... you're the best... the best...
- [At this point, Areola lays down next to him, smiling, while the Prince keeps on moaning and writhing, his groin off-screen]
- Prince Dean: Oh ja...
- Areola: Thanks Prince, but I can't take all the credit.
- Prince Dean: If you're there, then who...
- Areola: You mean "what".
- Prince Dean: [He looks down at his crotch] What the fuck?
- [the camera pans to reveal a long machine on his penis, which he sits up and grabs]
- Prince Dean: Oh my God! Oh...
- Areola: You've heard of the tax collector. Well, meet the sperm collector.
- Prince Dean: [He tries to pull it off as it continues pleasuring him] Get it off me! Get it off! Ohhhh!
- Areola: Why? Doesn't it feel good?
- Prince Dean: Oh ja! Too good!
- [He falls backwards onto the bed in pleasure]
- Prince Dean: Oh! Oh my God!
- [He thrusts his hips slightly in pleasure as he moans from the sperm collector pleasuring him]
- Prince Dean: I can't hold back!
- Areola: That's the whole idea.
- Prince Dean: [He thrusts his hips high as he orgasms. He is noticeably struggling to talk through his powerful orgasm] It's... it's not stopping!
- Areola: And neither are you, right?
- [She laughs evilly as the Prince continues to orgasm uncontrollably]