Rebecca Carlson: All we did was make love.
Frank Dulaney: In handcuffs.
Rebecca Carlson: It was different, but it was still making love. Have you ever seen animals make love, Frank? It's intense. It's violent. But they never really hurt each other.
Frank Dulaney: We're not animals.
Rebecca Carlson: Yes, we are.
Rebecca Carlson: Don't look so hurt, Alan. I fucked you, I fucked Andrew, I fucked Frank. That's what I do; I fuck. And it made me 8 million dollars!
Rebecca Carlson: There's nothing wrong with admitting that you want me, Frank.
Jeffrey Roston: Sex was a game to her. She got off on the control. She always used to tell me it had to be her way.
Rebecca Carlson: I'm hard to resist.
Rebecca Carlson: I don't know why men lie; they just do. Men. Lie.
Rebecca Carlson: What do you think, Frank? I called to tell her all the nasty details? Maybe I gave her some advice.
Rebecca Carlson: Why watch strangers when you can watch friends.
Frank Dulaney: It's not a crime to be a beautiful woman.
Robert Garrett: [watching the erotic tape of Rebecca riding Andrew] Nice quality.
Printman: Nice ass.
Detective Reese: That was the tape in the VCR. The power was still on.
Robert Garrett: So, the sucker had a heart attack watching his home movies. What do you need me for?
Detective Reese: He was tied up.
Rebecca Carlson: [Frank is having hard anal sex with Rebecca who is handcuffed to a table] You fuck.
Robert Garrett: She is a beautiful woman. But when this trial is over, you will see her no differently than a gun, or a knife, or any other instrument used as a weapon. She's a killer, and the worst kind. A killer who disguised herself as a loving partner!
Rebecca Carlson: It gets easier, doesn't it Frank?
Frank Dulaney: Let's play another game.
Frank Dulaney: Hi. Where's Michael?
Sharon Dulaney: I took him over to Kevin's to spend the night.
Frank Dulaney: Why didn't you tell me? I got a shitload of work to do, I could've stayed at the office.
Sharon Dulaney: You mean you could've used the time to screw your client!
Frank Dulaney: That's paranoid.
Sharon Dulaney: [Softly] Oh man.
[Turns and bumps into a waiter, causing her to drop a tray full of glass and china; she then leaves out the back door]
Frank Dulaney: Sharon!
[chases after her out of the back door]
Frank Dulaney: Sharon! Sharon. Sharon.
Sharon Dulaney: Go away!
Frank Dulaney: Talk to me?
Sharon Dulaney: People see your car down by the river in front of her goddamn houseboat. It gets back to me Frank!
Frank Dulaney: She's my client. I'm allowed to have conferences with my client.
Sharon Dulaney: Of course you are are! Why can't you have them in your office?
Frank Dulaney: I can't believe you listen to this bull shit gossip.
Sharon Dulaney: I talked to her!
Frank Dulaney: What?
Sharon Dulaney: She called here tonight looking for you.
Frank Dulaney: What did she say?
Sharon Dulaney: She didn't have to say anything. l could hear it in her voice. ln the way that she said your name.
Frank Dulaney: You're making this up.
Sharon Dulaney: What did she do to you, Frank? How did you get those marks on your chest? What? What are they? What are they, bites? What happened to your back? l thought we were happy. l thought we were a family. l trusted you.
Frank Dulaney: lt has nothing to do with you.
Sharon Dulaney: You son of a bitch. How dare you stand there and say that to me?
Frank Dulaney: l love you. You're my wife.
Sharon Dulaney: Go pack some things. l don't want to see you when l get home.
Frank Dulaney: Please, Sharon. l don't want to lose you.
Sharon Dulaney: Then you shouldn't have fucked her.
Robert Garrett: l know how Bobby works. He's going to build his case on your sex life. He's gonna drag out every dirty little thing you ever did.
Rebecca Carlson: lt wasn't dirty.
Robert Garrett: No. Not to you. Not to Andrew. But people here have very conservative views about sex.
Rebecca Carlson: No, they don't. They just don't talk about it. They're such hypocrites!
Robert Garrett: Those hypocrites will be sitting in the jury box, listening to Garrett say how you led Andrew into perversion.
Rebecca Carlson: l didn't have to lead him anywhere. Andrew knew exactly what he wanted.
Rebecca Carlson: A big part of my life has been taken away from me. And people are saying it was my fault. They've taken something good between two people in love and made it dirty.
Frank Dulaney: Here, pussy-puss. Hello, kitty. Such a beautiful kitty.
Joanne Braslow: It wasn't normal. They didn't have normal sex.
Frank Dulaney: How do you know what kind of sex they had?
Joanne Braslow: l wasn't peeping through the keyhole, if that's what you're implying. l would go to the house to pick up papers, drop off papers, and l would find their little toys all over the place.
Robert Garrett: She insisted on increasingly strenuous sex, knowing he had a severe heart condition. And when that didn't work fast enough for her, she secretly doped him with cocaine. His heart couldn't take the combination.
Judge Burnham: l can't change the titillating nature of this trial; but, if l had wanted to work in a circus, l would've learned how to ride a trapeze. So, l will not put up with any performances by counsel or by the gallery.
Frank Dulaney: The state would like you to believe that she somehow fornicated Andrew Marsh to death. But, the State's case is built on fantasy.
Frank Dulaney: l want you to remember that Rebecca Carlson is not on trial for her sexual tastes.
Frank Dulaney: Dr. McCurdy, you testified that in your opinion Mr. Marsh suffered his fatal heart attack while he was restrained.
Dr. McCurdy: Yes, sir.
Frank Dulaney: And your evidence for this is the marks on his wrist, am l right?
Dr. McCurdy: You are correct.
Frank Dulaney: Now, couldn't those same marks have been made while he was flailing about in the throes of sexual ecstasy?
Dr. McCurdy: l suppose.
Doctor Alan Paley: l can put you away, Rebecca, for the rest of your life. You'd better call me or you're fucked one way or the other.
Doctor Alan Paley: He presented a galaxy of symptoms. Hyperpyrexia, which is a high fever associated with cocaine intoxication, severely elevated blood pressure, arrhythmia, shortness of breath. And while l was examining the patient he experienced status epilepticus.
Rebecca Carlson: When l was a kid, l liked to steal strawberries. l'd sneak into the neighbor's yard at the end of the street. And l remember they had a big fence. And l'd always scrape my knees climbing over it. And then on the other side, they had these wild rose bushes. And the thorns would dig into my legs and cut my thighs when l slid down. But the strawberries always tasted so sweet.
Frank Dulaney: Because of how much it hurt to get them.
Rebecca Carlson: Yeah.
Robert Garrett: Did you engage in any other forms of dominance with the victim? Did you, for example - beat him?
Rebecca Carlson: He wanted to make love. And that made me want to. He was a very physical man.
Robert Garrett: The night of Mr. Marsh's death were you watching a pornographic videotape you'd made of yourselves?
Rebecca Carlson: l know how their minds work. The women hate me. They think l'm a whore. And the men see a cold, heartless bitch they can pay back for every chick that's ever blown them off in a bar.
Frank Dulaney: Rebecca, you heard the forensic testimony about the use of handcuffs.
Rebecca Carlson: Yes.
Frank Dulaney: What were they doing in the house? For you-- For you to use on him while you made love?
Rebecca Carlson: Andrew bought them for Valentine's Day.
Frank Dulaney: For you. For you to - use on him while you made love.
Rebecca Carlson: Yes. He liked that. He was always in charge in his life and his work. And in bed, he liked to have somebody else in charge. lt was a game we played.