Salò o le 120 giornate di Sodoma1975

The Duke:
[Renata is crying] Are you crying for your mama? Come, I'll console you! Come here to me!

The President:
[singing] Come, little darling to your good daddy / He'll sing you a lullaby

The Duke:
Heavens, what an opportunity you offer me. Sra Maggi's tale must be acted upon at once.

Female Victim:
Sir, Sir. Pity. Respect my grief. I'm suffering so, at my mother's fate. She died for me and I'll never see her again.

The Duke:
Undress her.

Female Victim:
Kill me! At least God, whom I implore, will pity me. Kill me, but don't dishonor me.

The Duke:
This whining's the most exciting thing I've ever heard.