Deep Throat

Helen:
Mind if I smoke, while you're eating?

Last man:
Say, what's a nice joint like you doing in a girl like this?

Linda:
How would you like it if you had balls in your ears?

Dr. Young:
[pause] I guess I could hear myself cumming!

Wilbur Wang:
[on the telephone with Dr. Young.] You gotta help me. I'm in love with Linda. We want to get married... thank you. There's only one problem - she needs a nine inch cock. I'm only 3 inches away from true happiness, is there anything you can do? You can? Really? "[turning to Linda Lovelace]" No problem, honey. He can cut it off as short as you want!

Dr. Young:
No wonder you can't hear any bells! You don't have a tinkler!

The Closing Sign:
The End. And Deep Throat to you all.

Linda:
[dressed in a nurse's outfit] These are expensive treatments, you know.

Mr. Maltz:
Don't worry! Money is no object. Look, I got Blue Cross!

Linda Lovelace:
It makes me feel tingly all over and then nothing... There should be bells ringing, dams busting, bombs going off.

Helen:
Do you wanna get off or do you wanna wreck a city?

About:
Virtually every time someone watches that movie, they're watching me being raped.

About:
It is a crime that movie is still showing; there was a gun to my head the entire time.

About:
It is all very well and good for Linda Lovelace, the star of the movie, to advocate sexual freedom; but the energy she brings to her role is less awesome than discouraging. If you have to work this hard at sexual freedom, maybe it isn't worth the effort.

About:
Lovelace is almost a Ripley’s Believe-It-Or-Not as she takes the whole joint down her gullet. No, it’s not a small-potato penis but a roustabout rod of ten inches that plummets into the deepest recesses of our lady’s oral cavity. It seems a miracle. … I was never so moved by any theatrical performance since stuttering through my own bar mitzvah.