First Monday in October

Mr. Robinson. He's not my law clerk.
He's my secretary.

Well, well, well, well.
What a generous gesture.

Letting men into a field
previously dominated by the other sex.

I'm glad you're in favor of men's lib.
Say, let's relax.
Do you feel like relaxing?
Madame Just-ess, I hope you aren't
finding our national capital too dull,

after the grandeur of Disneyland.
You don't think much of California,
do you?

Oh, I try not to think of it at all.
Why don't you try climbing
some of our mountains.

Oh, I have, I have.
I admire your mountains.

It's your valleys
that make me nervous.

Now, Madame Just-ess, I would like
your opinion on a point of law

concerning that great American
art form, the motion picture.

Help yourself.
Oh, thank you.
Now, I was wondering if, by any
chance, you'd seen a film called...

The Naked Nymphomaniac?
That's the one.
Now, you probably didn't even notice
I wasn't there.

- I noticed.
- Oh, you did?

I wonder if you found anything
unpleasant in the picture.

First of all, I see no reason
to overturn the lower court.

Anyone who'd seen that film
would realize that
The Naked Nymphomaniac

is a total offense
against the public sensibility.

It's sickening, degrading, disgusting...
My, my, my, my, my, my.
As bad as all that?
I wonder if you can put your finger
on exactly what it was
that offended you?

Was it the title?
Some particular word
in the title? "Naked", is that it?