| Alan Isaacman: |
I'm not trying to convince you that you should like what
Larry Flynt does. I don't like what Larry Flynt does.
But, what I do like is that I live in a country where
you and I can make that decision for ourselves. I like
that I live in a country where I can pick up Hustler magazine
and read it if I want to, or throw it in the garbage can
if that's where I think it belongs. Or, better yet, I
can exercise my opinion and not buy it. I like that I
have that right. I care about it. And, you should care
about it too. |
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| Larry Flynt: |
Who is this magazine for anyway? I mean, it's like if
you don't make 20 thousand plus a year, you don't jerk
off. Seven million people buying it and nobody's reading
it. Gentlemen, Playboy is mocking you. |
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| Larry Flynt: |
I think the real obscenity comes from raising out youth
to believe that sex is bad and ugly and dirty. And yet,
it is heroic to go spill guts and blood in the most ghastly
manner in the name of humanity. With all the taboos attached
to sex, it's no wonder we have the problems we have. It's
no wonder were angry and violent and genocidal. But, ask
yourself the question, what is more obscene: sex or war? |
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| Larry Flynt: |
The pervert is back! |
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| Larry Flynt: |
[I]f the first amendment will protect a . . . what did
Grutman call me? |
| Alan Isaacman: |
Scumbag. |
| Larry Flynt: |
Scumbag like me, then it will protect all of you . . .
'cause I'm the worst. |
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| Larry Flynt: |
Alan, don't be so melodramatic. You don't want to quit
me. I'm your dream client. I'm the most fun, I'm rich,
and I'm always in trouble. |
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| Larry Flynt: |
Murder is illegal. But, you take a picture of somebody
committing the act of murder and they'll put you on the
cover of Newsweek. You might even win a Pulitzer Prize.
And yet . . . sex is legal. Everybody's doing it, or everybody
wants to be doing it. Yet, you take a picture of two people
in the act of sex of just take a picture of a woman's
naked body and they'll put you in jail. Now, I have a
message for all you good, moral, Christian people who
are complaining that breasts and vaginas are obscene.
Hey, don't complain to me, complain to the manufacturer.
Okay and although Jesus told us not to judge, I know you're
going to judge anyway so judge sanely--judge with your
eyes open. |
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| Larry Flynt: |
All I'm guilty of is bad taste. |
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| Simon Leis: |
Isn't a community allowed to set its own standards? |
| Larry Flynt: |
No, that's just a disguise for censorship. |
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| Simon Leis: |
Hustler magazine depicts men and women posed together
in a lewd and shameful manner. Hustler depicts women and
women posed in a lewd and shameful manner. Hustler depicts
Santa Claus in a lewd and shameful manner. |
| Simon Leis: |
Would you describe, to the jury, what is on page 77 please,
sir. |
| Larry Flynt: |
It's a picture of Santa Claus. |
| Simon Leis: |
What is Santa Claus doing? |
| Larry Flynt: |
He's talking to Mrs. Claus and holding in his hand what
appears to be a large erect penis. |
| Simon Leis: |
And, would you read the caption under that cartoon, please. |
| Larry Flynt: |
Says, "This is what I've got to ho, ho, ho, about." |
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| Larry Flynt: |
[A]re you a religious man? |
| Stills Photographer: |
Yeah. |
| Larry Flynt: |
Okay, you believe that God created man? |
| Stills Photographer: |
Yeah. |
| Larry Flynt: |
God created wo-man? |
| Stills Photographer: |
Yeah. |
| Larry Flynt: |
Then surely the same God created her vagina. And, who
are you to defy God?! Just shoot her! |
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| Ruth Carter Stapleton: |
Do you go to church, Larry? |
| Larry Flynt: |
Yeah, church, um, particularly the, uh, you know, the
big holidays: Christmas, Easter, and New Years Eve. |
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| Larry Flynt: |
Why are you suing my client for libel? |
| Jerry Falwell: |
I am not a lawyer, Mr. Isaacman. |
| Alan Isaacman: |
I am a lawyer, and I can't figure it out either. |
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| Larry Flynt: |
This country belongs to me as much as it belongs to you,
Mr. Leis. And, if you don't like Hustler magazine, don't
read it. |
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| Larry Flynt: |
She ain't bad. She ain't legal either. |
| Jimmy Flynt: |
Oh yeah, she's legal. I saw her ID. |
| Larry Flynt: |
Stupid prior-hopper, my dog could get an ID . . . or my
goat. |
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| Larry Flynt: |
A woman's vagina has as much personality as her face. |
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| Ruth Carter Stapleton: |
You know what's nice about people like you and me, Mr.
Flynt? |
| Larry Flynt: |
What's that? |
| Ruth Carter Stapleton: |
We can do anything we want. |
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| Althea Leasure: |
[N]obody on this planet wants their religion and their
porn mixed together. |
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| Larry Flynt: |
I run the Hustler Go-Go clubs. I'm sure you've heard of
them. |
| Printer: |
No. |
| Larry Flynt: |
Yeah well, see that's why I need a newsletter. |
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| Althea Leasure: |
Take off your pants. |
| Larry Flynt: |
What? |
| Althea Leasure: |
Take off your pants. |
| Larry Flynt: |
Why? |
| Althea Leasure: |
Because, I never fu**ed a millionaire before. |
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| Larry Flynt: |
Why do I have to go to jail to protect your freedom? |
| ----- |
| Althea Leasure: |
You are not the only person in this club to have had every
single woman in this club. |
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| Althea Leasure: |
See this. She that, that. I am this far, one second, one
millimeter, one second from being legal. |
| Larry Flynt: |
So, I'm going to have to ask you to come back when you
. . . when that centimeter's up. |
| Althea Leasure: |
Well, that'll be tomorrow morning then. |
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| Larry Flynt: |
Your Honor, you have not made one intelligent decision
during the course of this trial, and I don't expect one
now. |
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| Althea Leasure: |
Ladies, gentlemen, the reign of Christian terror at this
magazine is now over. We're smut peddlers again. We're
going back to our roots--we are porn again. |
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| Larry Flynt: |
I turned the whole world into a tabloid! |
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| Althea Leasure: |
Come on, one more time. |
| Larry Flynt: |
"One more time?" Come on Althea, even Superman has his
limits. |
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