You call me up, we make a date. I look you over, and IF I like you, we make a deal. And,...

Claudia Draper: [responding to MacMillan's grilling about her professional life] Why don't we stop all the bullshit and get to the point? Now, you want to know what I do for a living? Ask me. My time is very expensive, Mr. MacMillan. Probably more than yours. I get 500 dollars an hour. How much do you get? I get four-hundred dollars for a straight lay, three-hundred for a hand job, and five-hundred for head. If you want to wear my panties, that's another hundred. You take them home, Mr. MacMillan, that's another hundred. No whips, no ropes, no spikes. I've got liquor and grass. Anything else, you bring your own. It works like this: You call me up, we make a date. I look you over, and IF I like you, we make a deal. And, darling, I am worth the trouble. Take my word for it, if you want the best. Do you want the best, Mr. MacMillan? [softly] Claudia Draper: I am talking about taking your body to heaven and sending your mind south. I'm talking about spoiling you so bad you'll hate every other woman you touch. I'm talking about my mouth on your mouth, and my tongue anywhere you want it. I'm talking about indulging your every fantasy, and then giving you those fantasies one by one. Just for you. All for you. Nobody but you. You get all that, darling? Would you like that, baby? You get what I'm telling you? Claudia Draper: [to the courtroom, firmly and with emphasis] Do you all GET what I'm telling you?