Would please state your full name for the record? Christopher Columbus Cornwallis, IPQ,...

Roy Grutman: Would please state your full name for the record? Larry Flynt: [while on the witness stand, intentionally making a mockery of the court by responding disrespectfully and jokingly] Christopher Columbus Cornwallis, IPQ, Harvey, APU Roy Grutman: That's very interesting but aren't you also known as Larry Flynt? Larry Flynt: AKA Jesus H. Flynt Esquire Roy Grutman: Are you the publisher and Editor in Chief of Hustler Magazine? Larry Flynt: I am the publisher of the most tasteless, sleaziest, most disgusting, greatest porn magazine on the face of the earth Roy Grutman: Thank you, do you have a version of organized religion? Larry Flynt: [intentionally misunderstanding his question] A virgin? Roy Grutman: No a "version" you heard me correctly, a "version" Larry Flynt: You bet your sweet ass I do Roy Grutman: Do you think that gives you the license to mock the leaders of great religious movements? Larry Flynt: God damn right Roy Grutman: I hold in my hand exhibit B which is a typed written script of a Campari ad. When you approved this ad, did you have any specific knowledge that the Reverend Falwell had ever engaged in sexual intercourse with his mother in an outhouse? Larry Flynt: No, but I have a photograph of Falwell having fellatio with a sheep Alan Isaacman: [to the judge] your honor, my client is in a heavily medicated and mentally agitated state, we will stipulate that no such document exists Larry Flynt: [intentionally mispronouncing his name] I have it and that Mr. "Fartwell" is a liar Roy Grutman: My client's name is Jerry Falwell, "Jerry Falwell" Larry Flynt: [jokingly] That's what I said Jerry "Fartwell"

Would you state your full name for the record, please, Mr. Flynt? Ahem. Yes, sir. Uh... Christopher Columbus Cornwallis IPQ Harvey HN Pagey Piu. That's very interesting, but are you also known as Larry Flynt? A.k.a. Jesus H. Flynt, Esquire. For chrissakes. Are you the publisher and the editor in chief of Hustler magazine? I am the publisher of the most tasteless, sleaziest, most disgusting, greatest porn magazine on the face of the earth. Thank you. I have in my hand Exhibit B, which is a typewritten script of the Campari ad. When you approved this ad, did you have any specific knowledge that the Reverend Falwell had ever engaged in sexual intercourse with his mother? No. But I have a photograph of Falwell having fellatio with a sheep. Now, I don't think... Your Honor, my client is in a heavily medicated, mentally agitated state. We will stipulate that no such document exists. I have it, and Mr. Fartwell is a liar, a glutton and a sheep-ophile. My client's name is Jerry Falwell! Jerry Falwell! That's what I said, Jerry Fartwell! Are you trying to hold the Reverend Falwell up to ridicule? No, contempt. Scorn? Truculent. Obloquy? Oh. God, my French is so rusty. I love her. Quiet in the courtroom. I love you, baby. Jesus loves me. Mr. Flynt... Do you have any aversion to organized religion? A virgin? No, aversion. You heard me. An aversion to organized religion. I, uh... You bet your sweet ass I do. Does that gives you license to mock the leaders of religious movements? Well, goddamn right. Objection! This is totally irrelevant! Overruled. Free expression is absolute. Thank you, Your Honor. Do you agree? Order. Ma'am, if you can't control yourself, you're going to have to leave the courtroom. So that it was your intention to hold Reverend Falwell out to be a hypocrite? Wasn't it? Well, that's what he is. But didn't it occur to you, that Falwell must have an integrity that people can believe in, if he is to practice his profession? Yeah. And it was your intent to destroy that integrity and his livelihood if you could? To assassinate it. Hey, it's me. It's a weird decision. Well, get me Bill, quick. No, he's not guilty of libel. But he is guilty of "inflicting emotional distress." Now Flynt has to pay him 200 grand! This ruling shows that nobody can prostitute the First Amendment. Pornography has thrust its ugly head into our everyday lives. The billion-dollar sex industry, of which Larry Flynt is a self-described leader,