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You laugh.

No, no. Look, I laugh.

I get a sudden tear.

Like mother, like daughter.

Well, open your mouth wide.

We'll be right

back.

Almost nine months ago, Senator Liplock was appointed head of the Special

Congressional Committee to investigate pornography.

Well, the committee is scheduled to report its findings next week.

But News at Noon has uncovered a startling fact.

The senator's wife, Laura Liplock, who is also on the committee, has a personal

connection to the most famous X -rated movie of all time.

Informed sources reveal today that Mrs. Liplock is in fact the daughter of the

late Lillian LaRue, the real -life woman whose extraordinary experience was the

basis for the landmark cornerstone of Deep Throat.

Although Mrs. Liplock was unavailable for comment, news at noon caught up with

Senator Liplock just outside the committee hearing room this morning.

Senator, will your wife be attending tomorrow's screening of Deep Throat? I'm

sorry, I'm very late.

Senator, have I passed the letter for being objective in any way?

What do you mean, a pest?

Mrs. Liplock is a member of the committee. Nothing will impede her

function on it. Thank you. But, Senator, a reaction from other members of the

committee, including our own producer, Rich Tolliver. There you are, Chief.

a guy. You know, I am a handsome devil. I've got to admit that.

So, you're going to see a lot of dirty movies in that committee, huh?

Hey, knock it off, huh? Okay.

Stand by, too. Cue Melanie.

Other members of the committee include Circuit Court Judge Henrietta Boonshaft

and County Prosecutor George Bernard Hicks.

both known for their vigorous prosecution of obscenity cases, as well

TV evangelist Reverend Billy Bob Black, who had this comment this morning on

Billy Bob's sing -along.

This is Laura Liplock, is that fine young woman who had little knowledge of

late mother's activities and even less of that wicked motion picture that

dramatized them, plunging this great country of ours into a bottomless...

tip of pornography.

You tell it, Billy Bob.

I mean,

no, he's really a nice guy. I mean, look, someone's got to take a stand. Got

do something about all this filth and perversity in the world.

More on Deep Throat and the pornography hearings. Including exclusive film clips

when we return.

Also, a housewife prostitution ring in Georgetown.

And a sneak preview of the Miss Washington wet t -shirt contest.

All this and more as news at noon continues.

Know this.

You sure you want to go to the session today, honey?

Nobody would blame you if you missed it.

Thank you, Lawrence, but no.

I've got to be there myself.

I just keep telling myself it's not my mother, it's just an actress playing my

mother. Just another porno film.

Will that help?

No.

It'll keep me from barfing.

I'll probably just be struggling to stay awake.

Nice composition there, huh?

Nice news at noon today.

Sorry about that, Senator, but I couldn't help myself.

News is news.

You ought to put a leash on that Melanie Kramer.

That's not all I'd like to do.

I'm a happily married guy.

Shut up and watch the movie.

God, that's disgusting.

Judge Boneshaft, I want to assure you that God had nothing to do with this.

How does she do that?

Dr. Powers, what are you doing?

fascinating from a psychological point of view.

The wishful male fantasy of transferring a woman's pleasure center from her

clitoris to her throat.

Although many of my female patients claim to experience an intense tactile

pleasure while Dr.

Powers, we don't need a blow -by -blow description of what's going on here.

It's the work of the devil.

Not my mother.

Just connect.

Are you okay?

It's only an actress.

Not my mother.

It's only an actress.

Not my mother.

It's only an actress.

It's not my mother.

Not surprising.

She doesn't look well.

Three kids?

Not a damn thing.

Boy, you sure are cute.

Honey.

Watch the flick.

It's like old times, huh, Larry?

Larry? You don't call me.

Excuse me, Senator?

It's, uh, it's nothing river and black. I just feel a slight stiffness coming

off. Yeah.

It's your air conditioning. It's a bitch, isn't it?

Are you feeling okay?

I'm feeling you. It's all right.

For God's sake. No.

Excuse us, everyone. I'm sorry, but Laura isn't feeling quite herself. We're

going to have to leave.

Bless you, my child.

Call me later if you'd like.

Thank you.

I can't remember a thing.

I was watching that movie and I was wondering if my mother would really like

Linda Lovelace.

Then I just blacked out.

It's my fault.

Never should have let you watch that thing.

Don't treat me like a child. I don't need to be protected.

Now look, I should have known that while something like that wouldn't affect me,

that it could have a very adverse effect on you.

Now take one of these.

I was scared.

Don't I know it.

It's not funny.

Just kidding. You know I have a small throat.

And well, I just, I don't like it.

Where are you going, hot lip?

I thought you were going to sleep.

Not with a hunk like you around.

I'm just getting warmed up.

How about a little midnight snack?

Come on, take your pants off.

I want to see that big cock.

Come sit down right here.

Honey, you don't have to do that. I know you don't like it.

Ugh.

Hey baby, want some company?

Oh,

God.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh. Oh.

Oh.

right now, but leave your name, number, and the time you called, and I'll get

back to you. Wait for the beep.

Beep.

Ellen, it's Laura.

I'm really sorry to bother you at the office, but there's something... I

think I should come over and talk to you.

Oh, shit.

Laura, don't hang up. It's me.

Oh, thank God she's there.

Look, I don't know what to do.

Do you want to come by?

Thanks, Ellen.

Well, where do I begin?

Why don't you start from the beginning?

I haven't been here before.

Very nice.

So, this is the famous couch.

That's right.

Should I lay down?

If you want.

Listen, I'm just here as a friend, not as a patient.

Yes, I understand that.

You know, Ellen, it's really good to have you on the committee.

Makes it a lot easier when you're there.

How long have we known each other?

You didn't come here to talk about our friendship, did you?

No. It's about the screening. That movie.

Something happened and I just don't know where to start.

Why don't you talk about whatever comes to your mind?

It's easy for you to say.

You don't know what's been coming into my mind.

How did you feel watching it?

Well, I was thinking how that girl looked like my mother.

I didn't know her very well.

She was killed in a car wreck when I was about five.

All of a sudden, I felt like she was with me.

And she was whispering in my ear, Laura.

You know, she's a great taunter. And I love her. But boy, can she babble.

How you doing, Doc?

Uh, who am I speaking to, please?

Take a guess, honey.

Oh, I bet you're Freudian.

Well, the name's LaRue.

Lily LaRue in push.

Of course, it's not my flesh.

But possession is nine -tenths the law, right?

You're Lou Anne.

Laura's mother, right?

Laura's dead mother?

Yeah, Laura's dead mother.

And you can quit looking at me like I'm Norman Bates, all right?

Look, Laura is not crazy.

She's perfect. She just has a few screwed -up ideas on sex.

And I'm just barring her body for a while.

In a supernatural sense.

And I'd like to borrow your body in a sense. You know what I mean?

Do you have supernatural powers?

What do you want me to do? Spit up green vomit?

Or how about move some furniture?

Do you think you could move this ashtray?

Is there anything else I can do for you?

Okay, come on.

Let's cut the crap and get it on.

Why would I want to do that?

Come on, Doc.

Hey, I know you've had a crush on Laura for a long time.

And I see how you admire this body in the spa when you two play tennis.

Hey.

Remember the time you beat off in the shower while she was getting dressed?

But you couldn't possibly have known about that.

Laura doesn't know about it, dummy. I know about it.

I've been watching her ever since I bought the farm.

And we have a little bit more perception.

And you give us credit for it.

That was a great fantasy you had, wasn't it?

About going down on her in the steam room.

Don't believe this.

Hey, here's your chance to live it out.

No steam room, of course.

We can make our own.

No.

Not right.

I'm a therapist.

I'm dead.

Nobody's perfect.

Well, I shouldn't.

Don't sweat it out.

I'm not your patient.

Laura's not either.

And she'll never know.

Yep.

Listen, this isn't right.

Lillian, Laura, I don't think we should... Lillian. Lillian.

There you go.

Just relax.

You've been waiting for a long time.

Bye.

Only you would know that, right?

Mm -hmm.

Oh, you're a duck.

You know what?

You're right.

About the shower?

Oh, yeah.

Tuttle, exactly how many sheep did you rape?

15, 17, 18... Would you kindly speak up, Mr. Tuttle, please? About 23, sir.

Not counting Doris.

Not counting who?

Not counting Doris.

Was Doris a sheep?

Yes, sir. But it wasn't rape, sir. She wanted it.

She wanted it?

Doris the sheep?

How did you know that, Mr. Tuttle?

Oh, she told me.

Did any of the other barnyard animals ever talk to you?

No.

They hated me because I raped them.

Mr. Tuttle, may I thank you, by the way, for coming such a long distance to

testify before this here committee.

Thank you for paying my airfare.

Yes, yes, of course.

And the hotel and the car, it's really a nice car. Okay, Mr. Tuttle.

Now, what would you say it was?

that made you firebomb the supermarket chain?

Well, sir, I'd have to say it's pornography.

Pornography, you say?

Yes, sir. I'm a victim of pornography.

Of course, my cocaine habit was very heavy at the time, and my wife left me.

Hoof and mouth disease was depleting the stock, plus having to sacrifice two or

three goats a week to stay in the cult.

Yes, yes, Mr. Tuttle.

But why did you firebomb a supermarket chain?

Because they carried Penthouse and Playboy, sir. Ah, yes, Mr. Tuttle.

Penthouse and Playboy. Mr. Tuttle, did you subscribe to these magazines?

No, ma 'am, I don't.

Did you ever read them?

Well, once in a while I sneak a look at my brothers.

May I ask, Mr. Tuttle, which magazines did you subscribe to?

Guns and Ammo.

Jesus saves, keeping America white, and oh yes, soldier of fortune.

Soldier of fortune.

Is that where you ordered the make -it -yourself -home napalm kit used to set

the charges?

Um, Mr. Chairman, I see no reason for going off on this kind of irrelevant

tangent. That's irrelevant?

If the little lady is squeamish about a healthy interest in home defense, your

constituents can make... Some allowances for her gender, but not indefinitely.

Right, we are a little short of time, so Dr. Powers, if you please, confine your

questioning to the area of pornography.

No further questions, Senator.

Right. Lunch?

Um, can I keep the car?

Where's Laura?

Didn't she feel well enough to be here?

Well, she's all right. I just wanted her to stay home today after all she's been

through, you know.

What do you mean, I know?

How the hell would I know?

Well, you were here the other day at the screening, weren't you?

Oh, yeah, at the screening, of course.

Yes, rest.

That's what she needs, plenty of rest.

Me, too.

I think I'll go home. See you, Lawrence.

Yeah, get some rest, Helen.

The cat got your tongue?

I don't blame you.

Mom?

Call me Lillian, dear.

Mom says the tribe would be awkward since we barely know each other.

Good to see you, baby.

You didn't believe Ellen when she told you, did you?

Probably thought you were ready for the rubber room.

But I'm here, Laura.

And it was a big arrangement.

Let me tell you.

My mother's...

In the mirror? No, I'm not in the mirror, silly girl.

The mirror is nothing but a piece of glass.

I mean you.

See, you think you're seeing me because I have partial possession of your body

and your mind. By the way, great body.

You're both the old block, huh?

Thank you.

It's partial possession business, man. It is tricky business.

I had to figure out the right amount of position so I could touch you without

taking over your entire body.

You know, good for the unconscious.

It's how to work together.

Any questions?

Just one, uh, Lillian.

Why?

Why?

Oh, yeah.

I expected a little hostility.

And I don't blame you.

I did, uh, exit, you know, when you were about five.

The car wreck wasn't my idea.

I mean, sure, it was stupid giving him a blowjob driving down I -95 in the rain,

but I thought he was a better driver.

Daddy never told me.

Well, you can't blame the guy.

Yes, that's true.

Look, honey, you ask why?

Why it's been so long since I've been back?

I've never been that far away.

I've watched you grow up. I've watched you mature.

I want to become important.

Women look up to you as a leader.

What you're doing about the Annie Hill Commission, this is bad news.

This isn't about thought control, censorship.

Nobody wants censorship.

Bullshit. That's exactly what it is about, and it's going on right now.

Take a look around, girl. Look at the committee.

Look what you're in bed with, politically speaking, I mean. Wait a

There is nothing wrong with temporary alliances between feminists and a few of

us. Come on, Laura.

Do you actually think that Reverend Black is going to be marching at your

for abortion rights when Custer gets taken off the stand?

Wake up and fill the coffee, kiddo.

These guys treat women like infants.

They'd like to protect you right back if you don't. But women want to. Women

want to be free to express their own sexuality.

They don't need guilt, shame, and repression.

Feminism? You really feel passionate out there.

Well, I didn't come all this way to watch the comedy show.

Oh, what the hell am I doing?

Trying to give you the reason.

Sex isn't reasonable.

Open your mind.

Right now.

Let me put you in touch with the side of yourself that you've repressed so well

up to now.

I'm afraid.

Do what I do.

And let yourself feel something.

I

don't

know if I can do that.

But it feels so good, Laura.

I just want you to appreciate yourself.

Enjoy your body.

It belongs to you.

I wish I would have left you with the love of pleasure.

Please let me make it up to you.

Touch yourself, Laura.

Well, all things considered, I'm not sure how much weight we can give to

-her -name's testimony from the women's group.

I thought she was mighty persuasive, Senator.

She made me weep.

No offense, Your Honor, but I made you weep with a good summation.

She used every shyster lawyer trick in the book.

Sheer poetry.

I mean, I agree with her completely that pornography causes rape.

Seems obvious to me.

Didn't it bother anyone that she didn't produce one single independent study to

back up her opinion?

And that the only research scientist we bothered to question contradicted her

interpretation of his findings?

I must have missed his testimony.

May I point out that for some things, proof isn't necessary?

Well, naturally you would believe that, Robin.

Laura? Shall I speak?

You must be the chief.

I have to agree with Laura.

Or Mrs. Liplock. If we condemn porn without any reputable scientific

risk turning this whole committee into laughing stock.

Pornography causes rape.

Where did she get that from?

Nowhere. She just knows it's true. Order!

I mean... Senator?

Right, Judge Wundschaft.

Lunch! It's about time.

Great.

Can I speak to you for a moment?

Hypocrite. All lying hypocrites. Can I possibly get you on the news at noon

tomorrow? I mean, Melanie Kramers is dying to do an interview with you.

Besides, it can't hurt. And we could also get some favorable press for the

committee.

Hmm.

News at noon tomorrow?

With Melanie?

Yeah, sure.

Are you going to be there? You bet, little lady.

Okay, because I get really nervous.

Don't worry.

All right, come to order.

The special subcommittee meeting is now in session.

Judge Henrietta Boonshaft presiding.

We're taking depositions from County Prosecutor G .B. Hicks and the Council

the Ladies Against Left Auxiliary, Ms. Jessie Bell.

Your turn, cutie.

Bernard Hicks.

Do you solemnly swear that the testimony you give today will be the truth? The

truth of what?

Don't you tell me no lies, Mr. Hicks.

Oh, look, that cute little laugh of yours.

You got it?

Yeah, I do. I got it.

Why don't we get started?

Mr. Hicks, what are you doing in Washington?

Well, I've been appointed to serve on Senator Liplock's commission on

pornography.

Are you familiar with pornography, Mr. Hicks?

Yes, I've successfully prosecuted several other obscenity trials in other

states. Very impressive, Mr. Hicks.

But what I'd like to know is, are you familiar with pornography?

Yes, I know it when I see it, Counselor. Is that right, you big turd?

Objection. Counsel is badgering the witness.

Shut up. up and answer the question.

Can't you understand?

How do you know so much about pornography, J .B.? Have you seen a lot

your spare time?

Exactly what do you mean?

Do you have magazines at home, Mr. Hicks?

Movies? Rubber devices?

Things that go buzz in the night?

How did this stain get here?

Where were you when the lights went out? Do I have to spell it out for you, Mr.

Hicks?

Exhibit A, Your Honor.

Noted. Continue.

You know what's smut is, Mr.

Hicks.

You don't need anybody to point it out to you, do you?

You can tell the really bad stuff because it makes your dick hard, doesn't

George? Your Honor, Your Honor, this is absurd.

Don't you bother her, you little worm.

This is between you and me.

May I proceed, Ms. Bell?

Answer the question.

Does your little weenie get stiff when you see the naughty part? No, no, it

doesn't. No, no, it doesn't.

Do you expect the court to believe that you don't have a boner right now?

Isn't it a fact, you swiney dork?

Isn't it a fact that you're punching a hole in your pants right now?

Let's see it.

Here, here, look at it.

Exhibit B, Your Honor.

Your Honor, what are you doing behind there, playing with yourself?

You hypocritical geek.

How dare you play with your clit in this courtroom.

Look, Laura, there's absolutely nothing to worry about. The segment doesn't air

till tomorrow. We probably won't stop tape unless you, like, keel over and die

or something, all right?

You're picking up, Rich.

Don't worry, Mrs. Lifloff. Just relax and be yourself.

Myself? Who's that?

Okay, you all set, Laura?

Yeah, as ready as I'll ever be. Okay, look, I'm going to go into the control

room because the Reverend Black's gospel film will now air.

Well, it's being taped in the next studio, okay?

Okay. You'll be all right. Okay.

Listen, let's get it together. Reverend Black in the next studio?

That's right. I did him last week.

I interviewed him.

How's the Reverend doing?

God needs more money.

He always needs more money. Take two, music up, stand by one.

You know, I wish I had his style.

I wish we had his budget.

I'll tell you, part the Red Sea and we'll talk. Listen to how my girl's

So it almost seems, Mrs. Liplock, as if the women on the committee are forming a

sort of surprising opposition to the rigid conservative bent among the male

members. Among the what?

I mean, do you feel that getting these opinions off your chest helps to keep

your mind open?

Oh, yes.

Wide open.

So, Mrs. Liplock. Call me Laura.

Sure. You know, you have beautiful eyes.

Why, thank you.

Now, about your mother, Lillian LaRue.

Do you think that she would have supported the goals of the commission?

Well, why don't you ask her? She's here.

You mean in spirit?

You could say that.

What the hell was that?

Power surge, I think. You want me to stop the tape?

It's all around.

You can tell us, Melanie.

I watch you every night in bed.

In my bed.

Are you and Richard Oliver really having a thing?

Oh, no.

Stop the tape. Stop the tape. I can't. It's still recording.

What the hell is going on?

Oh, no.

Richard's happily married.

We haven't done anything.

But... Yeah.

I don't want...

So bad.

Go on.

I mean, I'm so hot for that man, I can't even tell you.

Go on. Commercial.

Let it out. Go on.

Keep it in.

Keep it in.

I see him walking around the studio, and I look at that big bulge in his pants.

It makes me so wet.

Commercial. I try to be professional about it, but...

I know when he's looking down my blouse.

Just thinking about it can make me calm.

I

see

he's interested in you too, Melanie.

Have you ever fantasized about him eating your pussy under your news desk

you're on the air?

Wow. God, yes.

Every night.

The only thing that gets me off is thinking of him.

Should I be telling you this?

Oh, the public has a right to know.

Oh, good.

Because I'm really getting off on this.

I'm not wearing any underwear.

Richard Oliver is eating me out right now.

Holy shit.

Why don't we get a closer look at this?

She's calling the shots. Might as well cover it. Move in, too.

Oh, that's a wonderful technique there. Wouldn't you say, Melanie?

Oh,

yeah.

I'd say it's a combination of diddy rhythmic tongue pressure,

Yeah, gentle finger penetration.

Oh. Oh.

Oh.

Ooh.

Yeah. That's the mark of a true champion.

Mmm.

Oh.

Ooh.

Richard Oliver is definitely here to get busy today. No doubt about it.

My sweet pussy.

I think we're going to be seeing an orgasm here in about a minute or two.

Oh, yeah.

is hotter than Wheel of Fortune.

Hand right one. Give me a better angle. More exciting live action at ringside

when News at Noon continues after this.

Zoom in closer, too.

Excuse me, do you know which studio Reverend Black is taping in?

2B, honey.

Nice work.

Thanks.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah, man.

Oh, it feels so good.

I don't know if I should throw a bucket of water on them or go for another

segment.

Can we really do that? We just took over a TV studio, didn't we?

Trust me.

How's that little party just the beginning?

I'm turning on the juice.

Home in glory land that outshines the sun.

I got a home in glory land that outshines the sun.

I got a home in glory land that outshines the sun. Look away. I've got

attending those staff meetings.

That's right, folks. I'm on my way. We're on our way to $32 million.

I got faith on my left here, and I got hope on my right. I got faith and hope

right here. Let's hear it for them, folks.

Let's hear it now. Where's charity, you might ask?

Where's charity? I'll tell you, charity is in your hearts, my friends.

Charity is in your hearts. I want a miracle right now. I want a miracle

now. I want you to rise up from your TV sets. I want you to rise up. I want you

to get into your pockets. I want you to take out a check. I want to vote for God

right now. I want it. I want this world. I want to suck on those titties. I want

to grab that ass. I want my rod and my staff to comfort you both.

Oh, my God. Hallelujah. Amen.

Well, that's a good time to roll.

Oh, I talk about thinning so much, never thought I could be one myself.

Oh, you got a big set of knockers, man. Whoa, baby.

Oh, how about you?

Billy Bob Black. Well, Billy Bob Black.

Yeah.

You got some big titties, mama. Not so perfect anymore.

Whoa, got it.

This can't be right. Did anyone in the studio change the format?

Sit down, buddy.

Hand right, one.

Get up.

Hop on.

He wants it. He wants it.

Oh, I can't even.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Oh,

hallelujah. Oh, what a night.

What a beautiful night.

Oh, baby.

Here we go now.

You're going to tickle my balls, baby.

Nice hands.

Number two. Number two. Get in close.

Get in close.

Oh, wiggle it for me, honey.

Wiggle that ass. Wiggle that ass.

Oh, put it back in, put it back in.

I

should

be more worried about this,

shouldn't I?

Oh, baby.

Pluck it, baby.

Pluck it, baby.

Put it in the back.

Here it comes, baby.

I can feel it.

Here it comes, baby.

Oh,

nice.

Oh, kiss it tomorrow, Anthony.

Jerk that thing. Jerk that thing.

Oh, yeah.

Right now, I don't give a fuck about the $32 million.

Oh, baby.

Oh, that's the children.

Oh, suck on that dicky.

This

is

beautiful.

Yeah. Too bad we'll all be parking cars in the morning. Don't worry.

No one's going to see this.

It never happened.

Oh, really?

All the controls are in response now.

Yeah. Are you a witch?

Don't be silly.

It just never happened.

Yeah.

It's a shame we really can't air the news.

Oh, no.

That means scandal, public humiliation.

That's not what we have in mind.

Thanks for understanding.

Have a good day.

Well, we all now have a copy of the committee's report and recommendations.

Any comments?

May I be frank, Senator?

No.

I know what you're going to say, Ellen.

This report is an hysterical, inaccurate condemnation of pornography.

It appeals to the most irrational, simplistic impulses in the American

Agreed?

Yes, I would.

All those in favor of approving it.

Wait a minute.

This is ridiculous.

Lawrence, you wrote this report.

You don't even believe in it. All you did was take Reverend Black's notes and

run them through the typewriter once.

Laura, the American public believes in this once.

In politics, as in every other area, the squeaky wheel gets the grease.

The squeaky wheel at this point is the American public's desire to return to

-fashioned values.

Amen.

Hear, hear.

I say go with the flow.

Oh, brother.

Amazing.

Absolutely incredible.

After all you people have experienced in the last few days, and what you've

learned about yourself.

And you're still willing to approve this worthless document?

What do you mean?

I mean last night, Judge, when you and Prosecutor Hicks realized how much you

meant for each other. And yesterday, Reverend Black, when you decided to stop

raising money and running for office so you could have a little faith, hope, and

charity.

We all have our king's people. But who gives us the right to legislate morality

for the masses?

Right on, Lillian.

That wasn't Lillian.

That was me.

Uh, maybe.

Perhaps we haven't thought this thing out completely enough.

Well, we certainly don't want to step on anyone's rights now, do we, Boonie?

I suppose we could look into this more closely.

God, I don't believe it.

I thought I was the only one this had happened to.

I didn't think you'd all understand.

Gentlemen, Ellen, can we

table this report and begin again?

This time with an open mind.

Can we?

I... I think you're all out of your fucking minds.

You want to tear up this report, nine months' work, start all over again?

Without knowing the conclusion beforehand, I won't do it.

Lawrence, you're a good husband, but you're a craven political chicken shit.

Take my hands.

Lillian, help.

Look at me, Lawrence.

Look into my eyes.

Try to see.

right there.

Who the hell do you think you are breaking in here like this? We got a

Senator.

Unlawful heterosexual intercourse for the purposes of procreation.

Violation of the Federal Population Control Act. You have no right to do

That's a laugh, Senator.

Check the Supreme Court. Check your own voting records, Senator.

Go on.

Porn a committee of yours back in the 80s. That's our fucking blueprint.

You have no right to decree what people do in their own bedrooms.

You have no right.

You have no right.

You have no right.

You have no right.

You have no right.

No,

they don't.

They have no right.

Absolutely no right.

Not yet, anyway.

Have you met my mom?

She's gone.

I know she is.

Rest in peace, Lillian.

Rest in peace, Mom.