Emmanuelle IV

Donna:
[Emmanuelle's first time with her psychiatrist] Stay calm. You must rest. You are still frail.

Emmanuelle IV:
I have only one wish, Dona: My freedom.

Donna:
But you may do as you wish.

Emmanuelle IV:
And what if I decide to?

Donna:
Decide to do what?

Emmanuelle IV:
To make love to all of Brazil.

[Emmanuelle strips off]

Emmanuelle IV:
So I offend you.

Donna:
No, you don't offend me.

Donna:
I'm here to listen and help, not to judge you.

Emmanuelle IV:
If you find me pretty, tell me. I need it, you know.

Donna:
Yes, objectively, you're pretty.

Emmanuelle IV:
What does that mean? Do you never get involved? Instead of answering, you avoid it every time.

Donna:
That's not my business. I'm not here to talk about myself.

Emmanuelle IV:
We have the same age. Answer me, do you find me pretty?

Donna:
We'll have to go now, come. I'll take care of your luggage.

Emmanuelle IV:
My luggage? It's my past.

[both run]

Sylvia:
Boys are like dough. There is a certain way of touching them that will make them rise.

Marc:
Grand passion survives boring everyday life.

Marc:
Love is an eagle, with claws clutched around our hearts. Once it has got a good hold, it will never let go.

Emmanuelle IV:
But is love still love when you can measure it?

Emmanuelle IV:
Pleasure that escapes just as quickly as it comes.

Emmanuelle IV:
They say you never bathe twice in the same river. Water changes relentlessly. But the river moves, true to itself.

Emmanuelle IV:
The embrace that takes us far away from this world. The cry of ecstasy that tears you away from yourself.

Emmanuelle IV:
Do you love love? Does it love you? The soft dizziness of bodies,the climax of a dream.

Emmanuelle IV:
So l went from party to party,trying to forget Marc. But love, real love,when you've found it is it something you can leave behind, no matter how long the road?

Emmanuelle IV:
Nothing wrong with an appetite for sex at times with no love.

Emmanuelle IV:
A young girl sleeping there seemed to have the face of an angel. But maybe she was possessed by demons deep down. The very same l could feel moving about deep down inside me.

Donna:
Professor, l ask myself if you are a great surgeon or a poet.

Marc:
Do you know the poem: ''An unknown woman l love, and she loves me.'' ''And each time is neither quite the same nor quite another''?

Emmanuelle IV:
I will ask you a question that no woman asks a man: Do you make love with the lights on, or in the dark?

Sylvia:
ls it possible to go on living, being the victim of vicious love?

Emmanuelle IV:
l will ask you a question, that no woman asks a man: Do you make love with the lights on, or in the dark?