Jenna Jameson: Holly So Tightly

Dirt Merchant

Holly So Tightly

[after looking at a series of portraits of Holly So Tightly alongside famous singers]
Dirt Merchant: Unbelievable!
Holly So Tightly: What is?
Dirt Merchant: You've humped half of my record collection.
Holly So Tightly: Whatever...

Dirt Merchant: I knew it all along. But why? Huh? Why?
Holly So Tightly: Why do you think? Johnny, Eric, Bart... they didn't love me. All they wanted was sex!
Dirt Merchant: You're a fucking porn star. What the hell do you expect?
Holly So Tightly: I'm not whore! Like help put my career, some real respect, and maybe a half decent orgasm once in a while!
Dirt Merchant: What about Ronnie? Huh?
Holly So Tightly: Figure it out, "Encyclopedia Brown"!

[after Dirt Merchants' roommates get paid by a reporter and start talking provocatively about him]
Holly So Tightly: Consider yourself lucky...
[pulls Dirt Merchant to bed with her]
Holly So Tightly: ...at least you still have friends!
Holly So Tightly: My last three guys... Eric, Bart, John... dead! Gone!
[puts her arm around him and starts crying]
Holly So Tightly: I mean, do I have bad Karma or what?
Dirt Merchant: Maybe, you know... but ah... well, sometimes... shit just happens.
Holly So Tightly: Ah... you are so understanding.
Dirt Merchant: Thanks.
Holly So Tightly: Kiss me, you tool!
[kisses him]

[after Dirt Merchant joins Holly So Tightly per her request in centering himself via meditation]
Holly So Tightly: Ok, I'm centered. Now do me dirty, Dirt!
[jumps him]
Holly So Tightly: [Holly So Tightly mounts Dirt Merchant aggressively in a pool's corner]
Holly So Tightly: [afterwards] I hope you don't mind me using you like a hapless sack of meat. But you know, sometimes a girl just gotta have it.
Dirt Merchant: [breathing to relax] Yeah, no problem, I guess...