James Earl: [over the phone] Detective Harry Ball? Detective Harry Ball: Who the hell is this? James Earl: Just call me "Deep Throat" Detective Harry Ball: You expect me to swallow that? Detective Harry Ball:
You have the right to shut up. Anything you say, can and will piss me off! If you can't afford a shyster attorney, we will assign you an overworked loser, who doesn't give a shit and will screw up your case anyway. Now, do you understand your rights?
Dirt Merchant: Yeah, I understand. This is a total frameup. Speaking of rights, where's your warrant anyway? Detective Harry Ball: Huh? What? Detective Harry Ball: [checking pockets and finding nothing] Shit! Dirt Merchant: Un-believable! Holly So Tightly: What is? Dirt Merchant: You've humped half of my record collection. Dirt Merchant: I knew it all along. But why? Huh? Why? Holly So Tightly: Why do you think? Johnny, Eric, Bart... they didn't love me. All they wanted was sex! Dirt Merchant: You're a fucking porn star. What the hell do you expect?